You don't even want to call me godfather

"Well..." Sichan entangled her hair with her fingers. She thought for a moment and said, "I haven't told you before that the dean of the academy where I study dance now seems to be quite optimistic about me. She hoped that I could live in their dormitory. This way it would be convenient, and Koshe wouldn't have to worry about whether I could get used to it. I know you often think a lot about me because of my original identity, but I am already an adult, and I should learn to adapt."

"If you think so, that's great," Koshe nodded with a smile. He picked up the phone that was covering the coffee table, checked the time, and then stood up. "There are still a few hours before departure. Sichan and Elizaveta should get ready first. I have a feeling that we won't be able to return from Colombia so soon."

As he said this, Koshei unconsciously revealed a somewhat ferocious expression.

He has been waiting for this trip for a long time.

Chapter 37: Beyond words

Before leaving Syracuse and setting off for Columbia, Koshe had one more thing to do.

Standing in front of the welfare home, Koshe looked down at his hands and rubbed his thumb and index finger.

The wooden stakes that were crushed on the training ground and the broken cutlery on the dining table just now were all signs of what was happening to Koshe.

But he couldn't explore, and he didn't have time to figure it out now. Msisha responded to him less and less frequently, and He also said that He would not reveal to Koshei anything related to his future and destiny, so he knew that Msisha would most likely not answer him.

"Ugh……"

Koshei let out a long sigh and walked into the welfare home.

"Hum~hum~"

In the library of the welfare home, Iris was sitting in front of a piano, playing soft music and humming the melody softly.

She closed her eyes and let her hands sweep across the keys by feel alone.

The afternoon sun and the sound of the piano surrounded the irises, and she was immersed in this time that belonged only to her.

There was no political struggle or fighting on the battlefield, only her and her garden, books and music.

A quiet environment, a soothing melody, surrounded by books and music, this was the life she wanted most before she met Koshe.

As the last syllable fell, Iris maintained the playing posture for a long time before her hands left the keys.

"Crack, snap, snap."

A burst of applause was heard. Iris opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. She saw Koshe leaning against the door of the library, clapping his hands.

"Did it bother you?"

After making eye contact with Iris, Koshe stopped clapping, walked to the piano and asked.

“No,” Iris shook her head and asked with a smile, “Why did Koshei suddenly come here today?”

"I came to see how you were doing. It seems that you have recovered a lot of your spirits, which makes me feel relieved." Koshe placed his fingers lightly on the piano and slowly walked to Iris. "There is one more thing. Jose and the others have replied to the letter, so I will leave for Colombia tonight."

"I'll go pack my luggage and equipment."

Upon hearing this, Iris prepared to stand up, but Koshe held her shoulders and sat down again.

"No, this time, Iris will stay in Syracuse," Koshe took his hand off Iris' shoulder and said slowly, "Your body has just recovered, and I don't want you to be so busy and tired."

"but……"

"Don't worry. This time is different from the trip to Lateran. I am well prepared," Koshe knew Iris's concerns and comforted her. "I brought a few trustworthy friends with me. Iris, you should take a good rest during this period. I will discuss the future matters when I return to Syracuse."

"Well... I understand." Iris knew that she couldn't win against Koshei, but at the same time, she also believed in Koshei, so she didn't continue to argue with him. "While you are away, Loft and I will help manage and maintain Syracuse."

"I'm at ease with you two handling the matter," Koshe nodded, then changed the subject, "How's your life lately? Are there any problems? If you need anything..."

"Please rest assured, Koshe, just like I trust you, please trust me sometimes. You know I won't treat myself badly." Iris supported herself on the piano and stood up from her chair. She stood face to face with Koshe with a satisfied smile. "I can cultivate vegetable gardens and flower beds, go in and out of the library freely, and play the piano alone. This kind of life makes my days fulfilled. Lisa and Boye are with me. Even if there is any danger, the wolf hunters can protect me."

She knew that Koshe was concerned about her.

She also knew that Koshe was not good at expressing his emotions in this regard, which made him look a little clumsy.

But that was exactly what she liked about him.

It's just that this kind of love cannot be expressed in words.

The distance seemed within reach, yet impossible to approach. Even looking up seemed far away. The distance between her and Koshe was so great that although she wanted to get closer to him, she did not have the courage to do so. It was like there was a wall that could not be crossed.

I want to cry but no tears can flow. The overflowing emotions in my heart are completely unable to be vented. Instead, I will shed tears unconsciously when I fall asleep.

This is how she feels now.

……

Relaxing time always passes quickly, and in the blink of an eye, only a setting sun is left in the sky.

"Well, I'll be leaving now, Iris."

After some small talk, Koshe checked the time and said goodbye to Iris.

"Well," Iris nodded slightly, then stood up and said, "I wish you a speedy return home, Koshei."

The two men stared at each other for a long time, then Koshei let out a quiet sigh, walked forward, opened his arms, and embraced Koshei in his arms.

Iris was stunned at first by this action, but feeling the warmth on Koshe's chest, she seemed to be relieved, and put her hands around Koshe's armpits and hugged him.

"I'm back!" Just as the two were hugging each other in silence, Bo Ye just happened to rush in from the door. After seeing the scene in front of him, he immediately turned around and faced away from them, "Hey... am I here at the wrong time?"

"No, you don't have to worry about it." Koshei let go of the hand holding Iris and said to Bo Yi, "I will be away for the next period of time. I hope you can take care of Iris, Bo Yi."

After Koshe left, Iris took a book from the bookshelf nearby, sat down at the table, and started reading.

"Hmm..." Bo Ye tilted his head, as if observing Iris, "I was thinking whether I should help you calm down again, but now you look... like you're quite happy?"

"You must have seen it wrong, Bo Ye," Iris put away the corners of her mouth that were slightly raised, and asked in a serious tone, "How was your life today?"

"As usual, I'll take care of the flower garden and go out to buy some things. I have to say that your shopping street in Syracuse is quite large. I'm still thinking about buying a few grapes to plant in the vegetable garden." Bo Ye shrugged, pretending to believe what Iris said. "What about you? Is there anything you want to do in the near future?"

"As for me, my immediate goal is..." Iris looked at the book in her hand, thought for a moment, and then smiled imperceptibly, "Let's take a herbal bath."

……

"Godfather, the boat is ready."

At the dock of Syracuse, Manchester lowered his body and brought Koshe and others to a small boat that could carry several people.

There were people from Syracuse, Lateran, Victoria, and Oriental.

It is not a wise move for such a mixed group of people to swagger into Colombia.

So they switched to a more covert way of travelling.

"Godfather..." When boarding the ship, Sheffield approached Koshei in a panic and asked with an extremely uncertain attitude, "Are you sure you really want to take me with you? I think with my ability... I may not be able to help you."

"Consider this a test, Sheffield," Koshei boarded the ship first and extended a hand to Sheffield. "Whether it can help me or not is up to me to judge, but I can tell you clearly that this trip to Colombia cannot be possible without you."

"...I understand, Godfather."

Sheffield was silent for a moment, then held Koshe's hand and used his strength to board the boat.

Later, Sichan, Abraham, and Vina also boarded the ship.

"Please carry it inside, please carry it inside, I'm almost squeezed to death."

Just as Koshe was thinking about his next strategy to go to Colombia, an untimely voice came.

Koshe looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Indra had appeared in the team at some point and sat down next to Vina.

"How could you forget me about such a thing?" Indra seemed to have noticed Koshe's gaze. After sitting firmly, he showed him a carefree smile, "Wherever Master Vina goes, I go. This is the rule we have had since Victoria. Moreover, this time it is to give justice to the brothers of the Glasgow Gang, so it is even more my duty."

"It's okay. One more person won't hurt."

Indra's joining was not unexpected to him. He knew from the time he chatted with them in the cafe that she would definitely go with Vina.

With this thought in mind, Koshei looked at the scenery outside the boat.

The ship began to move, and Koshei slowly closed his eyes, feeling the slight vibration beneath him.

This journey is destined to be a long one.

Chapter 38 Arthur Wilder

Colombia, a private base.

A man is looking up.

"What's wrong, Balder?"

After a long time, another man noticed his abnormality.

"Bugila," Bader glanced at him and then pointed to a high place, "Freya is watching the sunset."

Bugela looked in the direction Bader pointed and saw the woman sitting on the edge of the building's roof.

"Why would she do that?" Bugila tilted his head slightly, his voice full of confusion, "This is not like the behavior of the 'Black Gloves'."

"It must be because of what happened a while ago..." Balder speculated, "After all, that was her first failed assassination attempt, so she must have felt frustrated."

"That being said," Bugila sat down on the steps nearby, holding a gun in his hand, "Freya is smart and learns things quickly. I really didn't expect that she would slip away."

"The frustration of a genius girl, isn't it? This is something that we 'white gloves' find hard to understand," Balder smiled and shook his head, then suggested, "Anyway, let's ask her to come down first. If Arthur sees this, the child will be scolded."

"Maybe she just wants to be scolded?"

"Ok?"

The two grown men sat on the steps, quietly looking at the girl who was sitting there in a daze, arguing about her intentions, but no one stepped forward to stop her behavior.

Just as the sun was about to set below the horizon, a figure slowly walked into the base.

"Mr. Arthur Wilder!"

When he walked down the steps, Bader and Bugila immediately stood up, straightened their backs, and nodded slightly to him.

The man called Arthur raised a hand, motioning for them to look up.

He also saw Freya sitting on a high place, frowned, and then walked to just below her.

"Freya, what are you doing there?" Arthur raised his head, looked at Freya in the sunlight, and shouted to her, "This is a military facility, come down quickly!"

"..."

Hearing Arthur's voice, Freya turned her eyes and looked at him for a few seconds, then pouted unhappily, supported herself on the edge of the ceiling with her hands, swung her legs to the left, jumped down from there, and landed steadily on the ground.

"..." Arthur tilted his head slightly and looked down at her, "Stop being so childish, Freya."

"OK, all right……"

Freya agreed verbally, but the fact that she turned her head away and didn't look at Arthur fully proved her mood.

Seeing her saying one thing and thinking another, Arthur sighed inwardly.

Freya is the youngest "black glove" under his command, and also the smartest and most adaptable one, but it is precisely because of her excellence that she has a competitive spirit.

It's not easy to coax her.

"Here, take this. It will replace the pistol that broke during your last mission." Arthur reached into his clothes, pulled out a pistol, and handed it to Freya. "I'm giving you what I'm using, so don't be depressed anymore."

"..."

Freya took the pistol and looked at it, wondering what she was thinking.

"And your scattergun, it's about time you replaced it with a new one," Arthur said after Freya took the pistol. "There are many models that are much better than your antique one. I'll reserve a few for you to try."

"I know the latest model of gun is better, but... I really can't bear to part with this one..." Freya put away her pistol, took off the scattergun on her back, and held it horizontally in front of her, "Although I can't think of any reason..."

"I'm not forcing you to change it, but if you want to fight a strong enemy, it would be better to at least have a semi-automatic function, right?"

Seeing Freya's conflicted expression, Arthur did not force her to do anything, but simply explained the situation truthfully.

"...Next time," Freya lowered her head silently, making it difficult for Arthur to see her expression. She clenched the gun with both hands and said unyieldingly, "I will not fail the next mission."

……

Sitting in the car, Arthur rested one hand on his chin and watched the scenery moving rapidly backwards outside the window.

"What's the matter with you, Mr. Wilder?"

At a red light, Arthur's driver stopped the car and asked after seeing his daze.

"It's nothing, Montilfarli, don't worry."

Arthur, who was sitting in the back seat, withdrew his gaze and talked to the driver through the rearview mirror.

"Is it about Freya again?" The green light came on, and the driver named Mondirfarri slowly stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly started moving. He guessed, "Although that girl is very capable, she is still young and can't settle down. Well... as a 'white glove', I have no right to criticize her."

"How's that going?" Arthur did not answer. He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then asked Mondirfarri, "How's the identity of the people who failed when Freya's mission failed?"