You don't even want to call me godfather

Elizaveta nodded and watched Koshei leave the room with Hong in his arms.

Koshe came to Destiny's original room, put Hong on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

There was a bag on the floor next to the bed, and inside the bag was the gift that Koshe bought yesterday.

"Koshe..."

Hong looked very sleepy, and must have rushed back in a weak body.

"Okay, Hong, I need to go out and do something," Koshe stroked Hong's uninjured ear and comforted her softly, "It's safe here. Neither Hong nor I will be in danger, so Hong should get some good sleep now."

"But……"

Hong wanted to say something else, but Koshe made a gesture for silence, then took out the stuffed bear from the bag and put it into Hong's bed.

"Be good and listen. I will be back in the evening. Before that, Hong, just rest at home and don't run around."

Koshei now used the tone of coaxing a child to sleep, trying to get Hongan to calm down.

Hong was also very obedient. Since Koshe asked her to rest, she would rest. Moreover...

"It's furry and red. I like it very much."

Hong hugged the stuffed bear tightly, buried her face in it and rubbed it.

Chapter 27: Silk Cicada

After soothing Hong to sleep, Koshei said goodbye to Elizaveta and left the mansion.

He walked straight towards the place in his memory. He had never been here since he started taking care of family affairs.

I kind of miss the life before the Syracuse purge many years ago.

At that time, he was still a child enjoying a peaceful life, unaware of the undercurrents. How come he has now sat in the highest position in Syracuse?

With all sorts of random thoughts in his mind, Koshei arrived at his destination.

This is the lower town area of ​​Syracuse, so the surrounding buildings don't look very developed and there have been no changes over the years, so Koshe quickly found the bungalow.

"Dong dong dong."

Koshe knocked on the familiar wooden door, but there was no response for a long time.

He tentatively turned the doorknob and found that the door was not locked. He held his breath and concentrated, but did not sense any presence.

"..."

This was not normal. In Koshe's impression, the other party was not the kind of person who went out often, so he became alert, opened the door, and walked in quietly.

Just after he took a few steps, the door behind him was suddenly closed and the room became dark in an instant.

As soon as Koshei turned around, a figure pounced on him.

“Wu ...

Seeing this, Koshei let down his guard, raised his hand and placed it on the man's head.

"I'm here now," he stroked her hair gently and consoled her, "Okay, let go, Sichan, your tears are going to get on my clothes."

"No, what if I let go and you run away again?"

After hearing what Koshei said, Sichan hugged him even tighter, not noticing at all that the pair of ghost horns on her head were getting closer and closer to Koshei's neck.

"Alright, alright, that's enough," Koshei saw that his neck was about to be pierced by the cicada's horn, so he had to forcibly pull her away and sighed, "It's been so long, and you're still so fond of crying."

"Wuwuwu... I can't help it. It's Koshe's fault for not coming to play with me." Sichan was pushed away from Koshe's body. She complained, "It took him such a long time to come to play with me. He must be sad..."

While wiping her tears, Sichan used a rope that she took out from somewhere to wrap around Koshe's body again and again.

"You know what happened in Syracuse some time ago, and you should know how busy I have been during this period." Koshei seemed to be used to it. He broke free from the rope with a little effort. He grabbed the rope and took it away from Sichan, saying helplessly, "Besides, don't tie someone up without saying anything, Sichan."

"Woo..." Sichan made an aggrieved expression, "Why did Koshe become so fierce..."

"Okay, enough joking," Yi Keshe knew Sichan well enough to know that she was acting. He interrupted the farce and said seriously, "I came to see you today because I have something serious to tell you, Sichan."

……

"So, Koshei wants to hire me as a servant in your house?"

Sichan was sitting on a wooden chair and asked this after learning the purpose of Koshe's visit.

"Almost, but to be more precise, I'm mainly taking care of the daughter of the Duke of Ursus, so it might be a little more personal."

Koshei pointed out.

"Eh... You want me to be your rival's personal maid?" Sichan pouted unhappily and complained, "Koshe is so heartless..."

"What love rival?" Koshe did not hide his true intention in front of Sichan, "But I can't find a more suitable person. There are not many people I can trust now. In addition, Elizaveta's identity is special, so this employment is a request."

"Oh, I'm just kidding you." Seeing that Koshe didn't accept her straight ball, Sichan had to laugh it off. "Since Koshe trusts me so much, then I have no reason to refuse, right?"

"It's great that you agree," Koshe nodded and continued, "Regarding salary——"

"Let's talk about that later. Anyway, Koshei will definitely not treat me unfairly." Similarly, Sichan also showed her trust in Koshei, and then pointed out, "Besides, Koshei will have other things to do next."

"how do you know?"

Koshe was a little surprised. Although he had known Sichan for more than ten years and they often played together when they were young, Sichan's understanding of him was beyond his imagination.

"Isn't it the most basic skill for a maid to know her master's intentions in advance and prepare for them?" Sichan smiled wickedly and made a joke. "So, what does Koshe want the maid to do?"

"You..." Koshe smiled helplessly. Although he hadn't seen her for a long time, it seemed that Sichan was still the same as before, unchanged at all. "You should not have thrown away your old weapons, Sichan."

Koshe's gaze moved to the wall behind Sichan, where two swords of different lengths were hung.

Chapter 28 Preparation

This was his first month away from Rutland.

Strictly speaking, this was not his first time leaving Lateran, but it was his true farewell to his homeland.

He didn't know how to continue staying in the country where he had lost his wife and daughter, and he couldn't stop himself from seeking revenge on the enemy who killed his daughter.

But he knew that he couldn't do that. The laws in Lateran were very strict, and he knew he couldn't do it.

So he fled, fled to a strange country, fled to Syracuse.

At least there is one of his old friends here.

Perhaps the daily training with these gang members in front of him would allow him to temporarily put aside his past grudges.

"What is the most important thing to become a qualified soldier?"

Looking at the large group of gang members in front of him, Ou Ya paced back and forth in front of the team and gave them a lecture.

"The first thing is to have a clear goal! Think carefully about what your current goal is! What is the reason why you are standing here!"

Different from the way he treated Azazel and others in the past, he acted like an instructor in the army, instilling positive ideas into the party members.

"Develop a positive attitude! Exercise strong physical fitness! Accept the changes in your mind, body, will, etc. This is my most basic requirement for you!"

Ou Yaben is an executive who graduated from a military academy, and the training he received in the military academy has become his experience in teaching new students today.

"Tell me! What are the basic qualities of a soldier?"

He was not at all nervous. Just like his former instructors, he picked a lucky person and asked him questions.

"Report to the commander! Obey the rules and regulations!"

The lucky man was one of the first group of people to accept Ou Ya's leadership, so he could naturally answer this question.

"That's right! The basic qualities of a soldier are the most external thing that distinguishes him from ordinary people!" Ou Ya cleared his throat and said, "I know that among you, there must be people who are dissatisfied with me, but since you have chosen to accept training and choose to stand here, you must abide by the rules!"

"Yes, sir!"

The party members below shouted in unison.

"Integrity is heavier than Mount Tai, and greed is lighter than a feather! This is a moral motto and a truth of life for soldiers! Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

The training of the party members has begun to get on track. Ou Ya can feel that the number of people standing in front of him is increasing day by day. If the number continues to grow, perhaps this temporary training ground will not be able to accommodate them.

As he was thinking this, he caught a glimpse of the entrance to the training ground not far away. Two uninvited guests were standing there, watching his training.

"Now, do some warm-up exercises on your own! I'll come and assign tasks to you in ten minutes!" After seeing that the person coming was Koshei, Ou Ya chose to get away for a while. When he left, he did not forget to shout to the party members, "Don't let me see you slacking off! Otherwise, stay for weight training tonight!"

"Yes, sir!"

The response from the partisans was deafening, and there was no doubt that those who chose to receive Eurasia training and stand here did want change.

"It seems that the training is going well," Koshe praised after Ou Ya came to him, "Thank you for your hard work, Ou Ya."

"Just doing my part," Ou Ya nodded slightly, as if he had gotten used to the life and etiquette in Syracuse. His gaze shifted from Koshei to Sichan, "Excuse me, who is this?"

"Ah! I am Koshe's personal maid, uh--"

Just as Sichan was about to do something, Koshe covered her mouth and silenced her.

"Silk Chan, my childhood friend. I brought her to the training ground today. There are some things that need to be tested."

Koshe explained.

"That's it..."

Ou Ya narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the two young men in front of him, and couldn't help but recall the time when he and his wife were young.

My wife at that time was also full of energy.

but……

Looking at the pair of ghost horns on Silk Chan's head, and what Koshe said about them being childhood friends, Ou Ya had to re-evaluate Syracuse's network of relationships.

He had heard before that Syracuse and the East had a close relationship. Considering what he heard from others in Lateran that the gods of the East had taken the initiative to talk to Koshe, as well as the silk cicada in front of him, it seemed that the connection between Syracuse and the East was not just a rumor.

"Ou Ya, is there any extra space in the training ground?" After Si Chan settled down, Koshe asked Ou Ya, "Si Chan and I may have a competition, so we need to take up some space."

"Of course, I will let the followers make room," Ou Ya agreed to Koshei's request, then thought of something and asked him, "Godfather, do you agree to let these guys watch the battle? It will not only let them see the true martial arts, but also make them aware of their own shortcomings."

"Well... it's not impossible." Koshe thought for a moment and didn't feel that there was anything wrong. "But don't have too much hope in me."

"how do I say this?"

"From the past to now, I have never defeated Sichan. To be honest, it was just because they saw me make a fool of myself," Koshei shrugged and explained, "But I don't think it's shameful to lose in front of the party members. Winning and losing are common. As long as you don't mind, just do it."

"I understand." Ou Ya turned around and walked towards the party members, shouting, "Boys! Everyone, form a circle as large as possible and clear the area! You are lucky today to be able to witness the Godfather's battle with your own eyes!"

The party members stopped their warm-up exercises. They also saw Koshei and Sichan following Ou Ya, and they were whispering below.

Indeed, as ordinary party members, they had never witnessed the battle of Koshei. They lined up consciously and spread out to the surroundings, leaving a space.

Among this group of people, the one who was most interested in this matter was undoubtedly Sheffield.

"godfather?"

He stood in the team, watching with some disbelief as Koshe and Sichan walked to the center of the venue and made preparations.

Although he was not a member of the party, Ou Ya agreed to his joining because he believed that anyone who wanted to make a change could participate in the training.

As if sensing Sheffield's puzzled gaze, Koshe turned his gaze towards him and quickly found his position.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Sheffield lowered his head because he had not told Koshei that he was here. He believed that he was not a member of the Cascade family and perhaps was not qualified to receive training.

Koshe looked at Sheffield in the team not far away and could see that he was worried.

But now he was about to compete with Silk Cicada, so he had no time to talk to Sheffield.

Wait a while, until he finishes his work here, and then go and talk to Sheffield, Koshe thought.

"Koshei, go on!"

Sichan took off the sword bag on his back, took out the two swords from it, and threw one of them to Koshei.

"You want me to fight you with a katana? You know I will definitely lose if I use this weapon," Koshei took the katana and held it in his hand. He said to Sichan, "Also, don't think I didn't notice the waist bag and the rusty balls hanging behind you. It seems you have prepared a lot for this duel."

"After all, my opponent is Koshei. If I don't prepare well, I will most likely lose," Sichan smiled and made a mischievous expression. She opened her waist bag and adjusted the placement of the items inside from an angle that Koshei couldn't see. "However, Koshei hasn't competed with me for a long time. He probably can't remember the techniques I can use, right?"

"Hmph... I still have some impression of it, that's enough." Koshe pulled the sword out of the scabbard and made a few sword moves in his hand to get used to the feel. "The only shortcoming is that I haven't used your Eastern country's weapons for a long time. I'm already rusty on them. I need to get used to it."

"Then, Koshei, get used to fighting with me," Sichan hung the scabbard at his side, holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, ready to fight. "After all, in a real fight, the opponent won't care whether you can use the weapon in your hand or not."

The two men stared at each other, and a battle was about to break out.