You don't even want to call me godfather

The glaring light made him squint, and then he saw Koshei sitting on the sofa, staring at him.

"Koshei, why...are you still awake so late?"

Osvid keenly noticed that something was wrong with Koshe's expression, and he hung his coat on the hanger next to the door, close to Koshe's coat.

"What about you, Osvid?" Koshei stood up from the sofa, picked up the matches and cigarette box on the coffee table, lit a cigarette, and slowly walked towards Osvid. "Why did you come back so late?"

Looking at Koshei walking towards him step by step, Osvid swallowed nervously for some reason.

"I……"

Perhaps it was because Koshei brought him a sense of oppression, or perhaps it was his own psychological effect at work. For a moment, he did not dare to look directly into Koshei's eyes. He did not have the psychological qualities that a politician should have.

"If you don't want to talk, I won't force you. After all, you must be exhausted after going out early and coming back late." Koshe noticed Osvid's micro-expression, walked to his side, raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, hinting at him in his words, "But let's talk about the things you have hidden from me, my friend."

"You...already knew?"

Osvid was certainly not stupid, and he naturally knew what Koshe was referring to. He just didn't understand why Koshe knew his true background in such a short time.

"Yesterday, I went to Rhine Life and walked in openly," Koshei took another step, walked around Osvid's side, and slowly walked behind him, rubbing his shoulder with the hand on his shoulder. "I met the general manager of Rhine Life and the heads of various departments of Rhine Life. I met the people I wanted to meet and the people you wanted to meet."

"You mean... Shipka—"

"Of course, I won't forget my promise to you. Shipka is resting in one of the rooms in this mansion right now, and I suggest you not to disturb her so late at night." Koshe interrupted Osvid before he finished speaking, and continued to hint, "We have a lot of time, don't we? Whether it's you and Shipka, or you and me, we should have a lot of things to talk about, and I am curious about that part, Osvid."

Feeling the threat in Koshe's words and the hand pressing on his shoulder with increasing force, Osvid knew that Koshe was indeed a little angry.

But now, Koshei has learned what he had concealed, and brought Shipka back from Rhine Life as promised. Osvid also understands that he now owes Koshei both emotionally and legally.

"...Huh...I understand." Finally, after a brief thought, Osvid made his decision. "I...will confess everything to you, Koshe."

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Even the sky had begun to turn pale, and the morning light shone into the hall through the windows. The two of them were still sitting on the sofa facing each other.

Koshe smoked one cigarette after another and listened quietly to Osvid telling his own story.

"I am a man who does not care about the cost, Koshei. That is why, as long as my goal can be achieved, I don't care what my ending is."

Finally, Osvid finished speaking. Perhaps because he had never talked about his own deeds with others like this before, he was unconsciously absorbed in the story.

After explaining all this, he sat there anxiously, looking at Koshe who remained silent throughout.

"So, the efforts you've made over the years are not only for your sister, but also for completely changing this country." Koshe put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray. He leaned back slightly and lay on the back of the sofa. "This is different from what you said to me before, but it seems to be slightly different."

"Yes, because I understand one thing. It is too unrealistic to want to change the whole country through the power of one person. After entering politics, I have been trying to win over other politicians. Although they have their own selfish motives, it is fine if their power can promote my goal." "However, sometimes, I will encounter some tough guys, such as Arthur Wilder. He is a guy with his own school. I can know the distribution of his organization, but I can't see through his thoughts. It is difficult to judge whether such people can become friends."

"Just because you don't understand him, you want to eliminate him directly?"

Koshe frowned slightly. If what he said was true, then Osvid's behavior was too extreme.

"No, I just can't allow any unstable factors to exist. What's more, time won't allow it," Osvid shook his head and said what he was embarrassed about. "My father, the current president of Colombia, is unwilling to rely on the power of the military. Instead, he cooperates with Rhine Life, which is closely related to this country. In the eyes of the military, he is an unstable factor. And it is precisely to avoid him being targeted that I chose to shake hands with the military and use myself as a guarantee to ensure that my father will not cause any harm to the military."

"You have to take care of your sister, your father, and yourself." Hearing this, Koshe understood Osvid's difficulties and felt helpless for him. "You are really exhausted... It's better to say that the power relationship between your family is already very complicated."

"It can't be helped. After all, we are all thinking about each other's families." Osvid smiled, not feeling any pressure at all. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, "Today, I went to the President's office and met with my father."

"Um... is that why you're so late?"

Koshe kept an eye on Osvid's heartbeat to check whether his words were true or false.

But up to now, everything Osvid said was true.

"Yes, I informed my father of your arrival and let him know the agreement between us," Osvid said halfway, and suddenly lowered his head a little, speaking with apology, "Please forgive me for telling others about this without discussing it with you. I just think... I should let my father know about this. After all... he has been looking forward to the possibility of Shipka's return in the past few years."

"So, what's his reaction?" Koshe raised his head and narrowed his eyes. "What's your father's attitude towards my coming and the agreement between you and me?"

"He..." Osvid raised his hand and scratched his head. He glanced to the side evasively, as if he was afraid of being blamed by Koshei. He said truthfully, "He hopes to meet you as soon as possible. He wants to entertain you with a banquet. It is not only a courtesy to the monarch of another country, but also a welcome to a new friend."

Chapter 74: Integrity and Propriety

In the morning, the first person to come out of the room was Abraham, who slept the latest.

"Godfather, did you not sleep well last night?"

He saw Koshei who was getting ready to go out and the faint dark circles under his eyes, and asked.

"Hmm... about the same," Koshei blinked his dry eyes, not really caring, "But don't worry, when I was in Syracuse before, my mental state was much worse than it is now. It's better to say that I've gotten used to this kind of schedule."

"You should find time to rest occasionally," Abrhan shook his head helplessly and said, "Even soldiers on the battlefield will take turns to stand guard to ensure that everyone has time to rest. You don't have to be so busy every day, Godfather. Some things can be done by me."

"I appreciate your kindness, Abrakhan," Koshei put the well-maintained pistol into the inner pocket of his coat, stood up, and walked past Abrakhan, "but we can't slack off now. At least we have to wait until I finish the task at hand before thinking about other problems."

"Are you going out again?"

"Well, I'm going to meet the President of Colombia," Koshe nodded and said calmly, "If nothing unexpected happens, it shouldn't be related to other forces like yesterday. Besides, Osvid will be accompanying you, so you can rest assured."

After saying that, Koshei opened the door and walked out.

"'Don't worry', huh... I don't know how many times I'll hear this sentence in the future."

Abraham talked to himself and smiled helplessly.

He walked to the coffee table, poured himself a cup of tea, and lit a cigarette while waiting for the tea leaves to settle.

He leaned against the window, feeling the morning sunshine and savoring the tea in the cup.

"Ok?"

After a moment, he finally realized what was going on.

"Who did the Godfather just say he was going to meet?"

……

The high-end thickened bulletproof glass, the armed guards sitting on the passenger seat, and the two accompanying cars full of armed personnel all reflect the importance of Osvid's awareness of prevention.

Even Koshe had never experienced such travel treatment.

"We're here, Koshei."

The car stopped in front of a magnificent building, and at Osvid's reminder, Koshe got out of the car.

"Is this the presidential palace of Colombia?" Looking at this extremely ostentatious building in front of him, Koshe's eyes twitched, "It's really... informal."

To be honest, Koshe couldn't think of any words to describe it. The presidential palace in Colombia is completely different from the government building in Syracuse. Its main feature is its high profile.

"This is where my father usually stays. He works and lives here," Osvid said as he led Koshei forward. "Next to it is the Colombian Senate. To facilitate communication with the president in all aspects of work, it was built next to the presidential palace."

"At least it's not just a show, right?" Koshei learned about Colombia's political problems from Osvid, so he said with a joke, "But the president of Colombia..."

"Are you nervous, Koshe?" Osvid noticed that Koshe seemed to be worried, so he comforted him, "Actually, you don't have to worry. Although my father is the president, he is not a particularly serious person. What's more, he took the initiative to entertain you this time."

"I'm not really nervous. After all, I have talked face to face with monarchs or leaders of other countries, such as the Pope of Lateran, the Tamamo clan of the Eastern Kingdom, and King Tresis of Kazdel and Victoria, and so on." Koshe sighed softly, and then said frankly, "I'm just worried about what will happen next. How can I, who can't even deal with Rhine Life, make friends with the President of Colombia? Maybe I'm lacking in diplomacy."

"This... you should be overthinking..." Hearing this, Osvid couldn't help but sweat because of the people Koshe mentioned. Any one of these people alone is far more important than the President of Colombia. "But speaking of it, it seems that you didn't plan to bring Shipka with you. If you bring Shipka, the conversation with my father may be smoother. Can I ask why?"

"Osvid, Osvid," Koshei found the question ridiculous. He shook his head and patted Osvid on the back. "Even if you and I are in the same camp, I cannot conclude that your father is definitely on the same side as me. For me, Shipka's existence is not a gift to make friends with the president, but a capital and bargaining chip for talking to him."

"This is really..."

Osvid smiled helplessly. He didn't know what to say. He could only sigh at Koshe's vigilance.

But it was precisely because of this that he was curious about Koshei, curious about what he had experienced that caused him to be so wary.

"We are here," Osvid stopped in front of a door where a man who looked like a butler was standing, and made room for Koshei. "My father is in this room. Due to family reasons, I will wait at the door. Please go in alone, Koshei."

"Yes, I know."

Koshe nodded, and after looking at Osvid for a few seconds, he took a deep breath and walked forward.

The butler who had been waiting for a long time opened the door for Koshei, let him in, and then closed the door.

Only Oswald and the butler were left outside the door, staring at each other.

Judging from the expressions of the two men, they seemed to be acquaintances, but there was no words spoken. They just waited silently for the meeting between Menrikoshe and the President to end.

Chapter 75 Mondragon

"Da da."

The sound of boot heels hitting the ground was gradually coming from the distance.

Osvid, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed waiting at the door of the president's bedroom, heard the sound. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction they came from.

"clatter."

The footsteps stopped and a figure stood in front of the door, only a few meters away from Osvid.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Osvid looked at the newcomer, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was not very welcoming to the newcomer's arrival, "What are you doing here, Mondragon?"

"Mr. Armando," the woman called Mondragon didn't seem to notice Osvid's attitude, and just asked directly, "I'm here to see His Excellency the President. Is he not here now?"

"I'm sorry, but the president is receiving a guest right now, an important guest." Osvid crossed his arms and walked away from the wall, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Mondragon with his body. "Perhaps you can leave first and come back later."

"No." Mondragon did not agree to Osvid's expulsion. Instead, he took a step forward and said in a slightly strange way, "This matter is very important. I must meet with His Excellency the President."

"I told you that it is not convenient for the president to meet with you now." Osvid also took a step forward, not giving in. "No matter how important your matter is, you have to wait until the president has received this guest..."

"Clang!"

Before Osvid could finish his words, he heard the sound of glass breaking in the president's bedroom.

He was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned around and rushed a few steps towards the dormitory door.

Perhaps because of Osvid's identity, the man who looked like a butler did not stop him, but just moved two steps to the side.

Osvid stopped moving, his hand on the door handle, countless scenarios flashed through his mind, and the last thing he wanted to see was a conflict between Koshe and the president.

"Crench."

He pressed the doorknob and walked in with a nervous mood.

After entering the dormitory, what Osvid saw were broken wine bottles on the ground and two figures arm in arm.

"Oh, I tell you, this kid will be much harder to manage when he grows up." The scene that Osvid was extremely worried about did not happen. Instead, he saw his father, the president, hooking his arm around Koshe's shoulders, looking drunk, and speaking incoherently, "It's really useless. I was hoping that he could help me do something practical."

"Father...Mr. President?"

An indescribable expression emerged on Osvid's face. He had never seen his father behave in such an ugly manner before, let alone get drunk with someone he met for the first time.

"People always have their own ideas when they grow up." In contrast, Koshe didn't seem drunk at all. He held the wine glass and turned around to see Osvid. "Osvid, how did you get in?"

"I um..." At this time, Osvid was basically certain that the bottle was accidentally knocked to the ground. If that was true, then his entrance would be a bit awkward, so he had to change the topic, "Um, Koshe... were you a little...disrespectful to the President——"

"How can you talk to my brother?" Osvid was interrupted again before he could finish his words, and the president shouted in a scolding voice, "Armando, come here! Sit down!"

Osvid closed his mouth consciously, but on the other hand, he couldn't help sweating because his father had lost his usual airs.

He wanted to turn around and close the door first, but when the president started shouting at the top of his voice, the housekeeper at the bedroom door had already closed it.

So when he turned around, the only person he saw was Mondragon who had sneaked in with him.

And looking at Mondragon's persistent eyes, the president's drunken appearance, and Koshe's helpless expression, Osvid knew that everything was messed up.

……

"This is the general situation, O... Armando," Koshe explained the whole situation to Armando. He wanted to call him by his last name, but considering that there were two people with the last name Osvid sitting here, he had to change his name to his first name. "I explained to the President that I had brought Shipka out of Rhine Life, and he started to ask me to drink."

"Hmm? But..." Armando hesitated. He was not surprised by his father's reaction. Instead, he was puzzled by Koshe's words. "But, didn't you say that Shipka is your capital and bargaining chip in talking to the President, and you won't play it out easily?"

"You kid, you've been in politics for so long but you still don't have any brains. The chips are the chips, but telling me the news and handing the person over to me are two different things. If I were Koshei, I would certainly do the same." The president looked drunk and didn't forget to insult Armando. Then he looked at Koshei and said, "Brother, don't call me old president. Just call me Delier. Delier Osvid, you helped us so much, I owe you a favor."

"Then I'd better obey your command, Mr. Delisle." Koshe did not refuse and accepted the request naturally. At this moment, he remembered that there was someone standing behind Armando. "But then again, this person is..."

After Koshe's reminder, Armando suddenly remembered Mondragon, who had been silent since he came in with him.

"Excuse me, your honorable monarch of Syracuse," Mondragon still looked too serious. She put one hand on her chest and saluted Koshei, then explained, "Mondragon is a 'soldier' ​​under the President. I came here to make a request to the President."

"Hmm? What's your request? Tell me."

Obviously, Delisle was still drunk. He waved his hand weakly and asked Mondragon to continue.

"Yes, I hope... to get a vacation, Mr. President," Mondragon's expression was extremely serious, but the words that came out of her mouth were somewhat out of tune with the atmosphere between Koshe and others. "Perhaps you haven't noticed, but I have worked for 28 consecutive days, which is a serious violation of the Colombian labor law. According to the regulations, if the previously occupied vacation time and the additional overtime wages are not compensated, then even if you are the president, I have every right to sue you and the court will make an arbitration."

After these words were spoken, the people present didn't know what to say for a moment.

On the one hand, Mondragon's words strayed far from their original topic, and on the other hand, Koshe and Armando looked at Delisle in disbelief.

Even Delisle himself looked away, feeling somewhat guilty.

"Father... Mr. President," Armando said after a long while, breaking the silence. His words were full of embarrassment. "Why... are you still in arrears with your employees' salaries?"