You don't even want to call me godfather

Blind self-confidence is certainly not a good thing, but Sheffield does not even have the most basic confidence in himself.

Even if he did the task entrusted to him by Koshe perfectly, he would not be happy about it, but would wonder if he had not done it well enough and whether there was a better way to handle it.

Koshei had hinted at this more than once, and even used encouragement to try to make him realize his own excellence.

But this will become a burden for him. Once Koshei places high hopes on him, he will put pressure on himself, which will lead to a vicious circle.

Therefore, the biggest reason why Koshe decided to take him with him on this trip to Colombia was to make him realize that he was not as useless as he thought.

"Ding."

The elevator reached the first floor, and Koshe took the hound puppy back and left the hotel with Sheffield.

At the door of the hotel, a woman with long golden hair stood there, leaning against the wall, glancing at the time from time to time.

The passers-by around seemed to know her. Sometimes someone would look at her from a distance and talk to her, but no one came forward to talk to her, and no one even approached her.

But the woman didn't seem to care about other people's eyes. She just stood there waiting. It was not until Koshe walked out of the hotel that her eyes lit up and she took a step forward.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

She blocked Koshe's body in front of him, and this action made Koshe and Sheffield instantly alert, and their hands reached into their clothes at the same time.

"…Do I know you?"

Koshe narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, but he did not find any relevant information from his memory.

"Perhaps you don't know me now, but soon you will have a different idea." The woman glanced at the passers-by beside her. After finding that some people had stopped to take pictures, she quickly indicated her purpose. "I represent Rhine Life. This is not a suitable place for talking. Can I have a moment to talk?"

Rhine Life...

Koshe frowned, but he was not swayed by his emotions. Instead, he calmly analyzed the purpose of the woman in front of him and paid attention to the reactions of the passers-by around him.

"Sheffield, you go back first," he finally made a decision and said to Sheffield, "Don't worry, you will see me before tonight."

Chapter 57: Moody

"Mr. Wilder, are you really going to meet that man?"

On the avenue outside the Columbia House of Commons, Mondirfarley parked the car on the side of the road and confirmed with Arthur again and again.

"It's time for us to recognize our current situation, Mondirfarri. I don't want to do this unless it's absolutely necessary." Arthur put his arm on the window sill, stroked his forehead with his fingers, and couldn't help sighing, "Okay, it's time to go."

He opened the door and got out of the car.

"I'll be waiting for you in the car. Good luck with your conversation."

After Mondirfarli finished speaking, he drove slowly to the area where parking was allowed.

Arthur walked into the House of Commons. Perhaps because a meeting had just ended, the House of Commons was full of people leaving.

He walked in the opposite direction from everyone else until he reached the door of the room where he was first approached.

Standing at the door, Arthur thought about the direction of the conversation that might happen next. After a long time, he pushed the door open and walked in.

This is a lounge in the House of Commons, with dozens of tables and chairs placed inside. There is a bar on the left side. Some MPs will buy a few bottles of wine here in advance and ask the waiters to bring them to the table when needed.

Arthur glanced around the room, then walked straight towards a figure who was reading a newspaper.

As if he had noticed Arthur's arrival, the man put down the newspaper in his hand, revealing his face behind the newspaper.

"Mr. Wilder, I didn't expect you to contact me on your own initiative." This person was Oswald. The next moment he saw Arthur, he put on a smile on his face, stood up and stretched out a hand. "It's a pity that you didn't attend the last meeting. I have to say that you are like a bird singing in the woods in the parliament."

"Mr. Osvid," Arthur shook hands with Osvid symbolically, and then sat down on the chair in front of him, "Let's stop talking nonsense. You know that I am not meeting you for small talk this time."

"Of course, maybe we really shouldn't waste time," Osvid curled his lips, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it for himself, and then put the cigarette box on the table, "If I'm not mistaken, you must have encountered some troubles now, Mr. Wilder? Met some young people, they are impatient, young, and... very dangerous, but we all like danger, otherwise we wouldn't be in this Senate."

At this time, a waiter walked up to the two of them and waited for instructions.

"A glass of whiskey," Arthur took the cigarette box that Oswald had placed on the table, took out a cigarette, lit it, and said to the waiter beside him, "Irish."

"Give him a glass from my bottle, and give me another one for myself," Osvid raised his hand to stop the waiter who was about to leave, then suddenly raised a finger and ordered, "How about this, just bring the bottle over."

Arthur noticed that when Osvid said these words to the waiter, his eyes never left him, staring straight at him, more like examining him.

"I think... we won't talk for long, Mr. Osvid?" Arthur frowned slightly at Osvid's actions and asked uncertainly, "I know your influence in Columbia, so I want to confirm one thing first. This conversation will not affect anything other than my purpose."

Osvid did not answer or make any promises. He just folded the newspaper neatly in his hand and put it aside.

"You should know that my father is the current president of Colombia," Osvid said with a smile, changing the subject. "I am very interested in you, so I asked the president about you. When I asked him about you, he said, 'Oh my God, where should I start?'"

"…Then why are you asking about me?"

Arthur took a deep breath and asked, following the topic.

"Because, as I said, I like danger." At this point, Osvid's smile deepened. He adjusted his sitting position and continued, "I have always hoped that we could meet alone. I am eager to know whether you are someone who is obsessed with danger like me."

"Mr. Oswald, why are you so impatient?"

Hearing this, Arthur finally couldn't help but interrupt him.

"Maybe I've been waiting for my damn whiskey for too long," Oswald seemed displeased with Arthur's interruption. He turned his head and shouted towards the bar, "Where's my whiskey!"

Arthur took a deep breath. He couldn't tell whether Osvid was really angry or just pretending. This showed that he was either moody or extremely cunning. Either way, he would be a very difficult opponent at the negotiating table.

"The President is talking about you as if he were talking about a party he didn't remember much about," Osvid turned around and said nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened. "At the party, you crashed your car into the river and lived on champagne and cocaine for three days."

"Um...only three days?"

Arthur pretended to think about it, then spread his hands and said sarcastically.

It was at this moment that the waiter came over with a tray and placed the bottle and two glasses on the table.

"My assistant originally advised me not to meet with you," Arthur picked up the bottle, looked at the brand, then pulled out the cork and poured half a glass of wine for himself and Osvid. "But now, I think maybe he is right, because you don't seem to want to talk to me about business, Mr. Osvid."

"'I advise those who recklessly lose their wealth in capitalist lotteries to learn to shine their own shoes, take responsibility for themselves and pay their own debts,'" Osvid took the glass, shook the wine in the glass, and pointed at Arthur, "I think this sentence is really good."

"There's actually a second half, but I don't think it's appropriate to say it in Parliament," Arthur picked up his glass, took a sip, and added, "'We are the people, and we've had enough.'"

"If there were no political factors, this would probably be a very wonderful speech," Osvid raised his glass and made a congratulatory gesture. "Not only politics, but everything in Colombia is complicated, isn't it? Just like Irish and Scottish whiskey."

After saying this, he brought the wine glass to his lips, looked at Arthur, and took a deep sip.

"Mr. Wilder, what is your position on the current regime in Colombia?"

Seeing that Arthur had not given an answer yet, Oswald put down his glass and asked again.

“I’ve never been asked that question.”

Arthur thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Perhaps now is the time to ask you that question, Mr. Wilder."

Osvid narrowed his eyes slightly, as if trying to read something from Arthur's expression.

"...I think we should stop talking here," Arthur suddenly stood up, drank the rest of the wine in the glass in one gulp, slapped the glass on the table, and raised his hand to straighten his collar. "You are right about one thing. I still have to sing in the House of Commons, so I'm sorry, I don't have time to chat with you here, Mr. Oswald."

"As you please, Mr. Wilder."

Osvid spread his hands nonchalantly, picked up the newspaper that had been placed aside and opened it again.

Seeing that Osvid's attitude had not changed, Arthur knew that it was basically impossible to seek help from him, so he prepared to leave.

"Finally, I'll give you one more piece of advice, Mr. Wilder." Oswald suddenly put down the newspaper, revealing his eyes and looking at Arthur. "For some things, letting nature take its course is the best way to deal with them."

Arthur looked at Osvid thoughtfully for a while, and finally, the corner of his eye twitched uneasily, as if he had figured something out.

"...Goodbye, Mr. Oswald."

After the superficial farewell, Arthur quickened his pace a little and left the House of Commons.

He arrived at the parking lot and Mondirfarley was waiting for him in the car.

"Mr. Wilder, how did the conversation go?"

After Arthur got in the car, Mondirfarley threw away his cigarette butt, rolled up the window and asked him.

"...Osvid will never stand on our side, or rather...he has already stood on the opposite side of us," Arthur slowly breathed a sigh of relief and said unwillingly, "Be prepared, Mondirfarri, we may have to face...more than one force next."

Chapter 58 Christen

"I'm sorry, sir, you are carrying dangerous items. According to regulations, you are not allowed to enter this facility."

At the gate of a large facility, Koshe was stopped by inspectors as he followed the blonde woman through security.

"It's okay, he's with me," the blonde woman smiled at the examiner, "You guys have worked hard."

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Wright. This is what we should do." Upon hearing this, the examiner straightened his back and withdrew his hand from blocking Koshei. "I'm sorry to bother you, sir."

Koshei said nothing. He touched his pistol through his clothes and followed the woman's footsteps silently.

"Welcome to Rhine Life, Mr. Cascade."

After entering the facility, the woman turned around and spoke in a slightly higher voice.

"Wright...it's a surname that sounds familiar."

But Koshe's attention was obviously not on the woman's welcome. He was only wondering about one thing.

It seems like everyone knows his identity.

“Sound familiar…” The woman smiled faintly, she sighed secretly, then shook her head and turned her body back, “If it was ten years ago, perhaps this would be a mockery of me.”

Koshe frowned in confusion. Ever since the woman in front of him was squatting at the door of Arthur Wilder's hotel, he had been in an extremely confused state.

Not to mention that he had never felt that he was being watched, the woman's behavior of talking to herself was even more puzzling to him.

"So, why did you bring me to the headquarters of Rhine Life? I guess you are not a very hospitable people, Ms. Wright?"

He asked, looking at the woman's back.

"Hmm..." The woman turned her back to Koshei, as if she was thinking about something. After a moment, she said, "Before I answer this question, why not let me show you around first? This may be helpful for our subsequent conversation."

After saying this, she walked away without caring about Koshe's reaction.

The two entered the elevator and arrived at the second underground floor in silence.

"I have to say, you Rhine Life always seem to like building research institutes underground."

Walking out of the elevator and looking at the white corridor in front of him, Koshei couldn't help but squint his eyes because of the visual changes in light and dark, and at the same time recalled the laboratory in the underground of Syracuse where Ω was originally imprisoned.

"This is the easiest way to balance safety and confidentiality," the woman seemed not to hear the sarcasm in Koshe's words, and instead explained seriously, "But the construction of such a large-scale research institute is also thanks to the engineering staff of our Rhine Life. If there is a chance later, I will introduce you to our outstanding director of engineering."

Koshe did not answer. After his eyes adjusted to the light, he slowly walked forward, but always kept a short distance from the woman.

Ever since Lateran's trip, Koshei had become many times more cautious than before, especially now that he was alone in someone else's territory. He couldn't be sure if someone would suddenly shoot him.

"Muir Seth! Don't run away if you dare! Give me a reasonable explanation!"

Just as Koshe was thinking, a mechanical door on the side in front suddenly opened. Accompanied by a man's roar, he saw a flaxen-green-haired girl running out almost as if escaping.

"Oh, it's just a joke, Ferdinand, why are you taking it so seriously?" The girl almost bumped into the woman. She turned around and the moment she saw the woman, her body trembled, like a child who had made a mistake, her voice trembling slightly, "K, General Kristen?"

After hearing the girl's address to the woman, Koshei's brows furrowed again.

Christen Wright, now Koshe knew her identity, the General Manager of Rhine Life. He thought that he would never come into contact with such a character during his trip to Colombia, so he only had some impression of the last name Wright.

Perhaps now he should re-evaluate the nature of this invitation.

"It seems that you have annoyed Ferdinand, Mulseth." Because Christen had her back to Koschei, he could not see her expression, but after staring at Mulseth for a moment, she turned around and said, "It's a good opportunity to introduce you, Mr. Cascade. This is the director of the Rhine Life Ecology Department, Mulseth."

"Ah, hello," Muirseth noticed Koshe's presence. She hurried forward, took Koshe's hand and shook it. At the same time, she turned around and asked Christen in a low voice, "Is this the new employee or the new director?"

"I'm sorry, but I may have to disappoint you, Mulseth. This is just my guest, but... we may meet often in the future," Christen looked at Koshe with a meaningful look, and then looked towards the room where Mulseth escaped. "So, what are you doing, Ferdinand?"

A puzzled expression appeared on her face, which forced Koshe to move closer and look inside the house.

“Kristen, can you take care of Muirseth!” The walls and floors of the house were covered with vine-like plants. A man with short brown hair was almost entangled by these plants and trapped at the table. “She gave me a potted plant a few days ago. Look, I took a nap at the table, and now this place has become like the Sargon Rainforest!”

"Hehe, who told you not to trim and maintain it regularly? This is the revenge of the natural environment on Terra's creatures!" Muerses said proudly with his hands on his hips, and then he looked a little puzzled, "But come to think of it, I clearly gave one to Saria as well, why..."

"Can I help you?"

Before Muerseth could finish her words, a hand suddenly grabbed the wall at the corner of the corridor, and then a white-haired Vaifan woman stuck her head out and almost faced her.

"what!!"

Muirseth was startled and quickly hid behind Kristen.

"You scared me, Saria." Christen shook her head and smiled helplessly, then pointed at the man in the room. "It just so happens that Muerseth seems to have played a little joke on you, causing Ferdinand to be trapped inside. I ask you to help rescue him."