You don't even want to call me godfather

"Prime Minister, he..."

A member of parliament next to William watched Koshei leave, obviously dissatisfied with his disrespectful attitude.

"No, forget it." William put down his arms, adjusted his glasses, looked at Koshei's back, and the smile on his face disappeared. "The child has grown up and has his own ideas. What can we adults do?"

……

After the unpleasant meeting with William Patrick, Koshe did not go to the hospital, but something mysterious prompted him to return to his mansion.

He returned to the room, closed the stained glass window, sat down at the table and placed the book on the table.

There was no pattern on the cover of the book, only a brown background and a sentence he couldn't understand.

He opened the book and saw a hand-drawn picture on the title page.

A giant wolf and a bubble containing the starry sky and light.

It was very similar to the two monsters he saw in his dream, but also somewhat different. There were many other features of the wolf that he had in mind, which were not included in the hand-drawn picture.

"Because that's not me."

A deep voice suddenly sounded in Koshe's ears.

"who!"

Koshei quickly stood up and drew his pistol.

But he didn't see any suspicious figures in the room.

"Relax, human. I'm right here with you."

The deep voice seemed to be speaking right into his ear, but it did not make him relax. Instead, it made him even more alert.

"what do you?"

"What am I?" The deep voice seemed to need to think about this question. After a moment, He said, "Almost everyone has asked this question, and the answers I give are different."

Koshe calmed himself down and sat back in his chair. This sound should be the "wolf" his father mentioned.

"When I met your father, I saw a sentence, 'I think, therefore I am'. You can think of me as anything, or any creature. I don't have a fixed form, but you and I will always be one."

"No, I don't understand. This is unbelievable."

Koshe's ability to accept things is not bad, but he still can't adapt to this kind of creature that can't even express what the other party is in words.

"I am you and you are me. If you must give me a name, you can call me - Msisha," Msisha continued, "I have a connection with your ancestors, so I appear here. That book records some things. Keep reading and you will understand my existence."

"...Okay, Msisha, at least you can communicate."

Koshe continued to read the book. He turned the title page and saw that the words in the book were all handwritten. They should be stories recorded by his ancestors.

[We touched the taboo and encountered some terrifying creatures. They could hunt us through any space with corners. We tried to escape and flee to the desert, but it was useless.]

[Five monsters move across the desert at an incredibly fast speed. They look a bit like wolves, with blazing eyes and protruding jaws, but their outlines keep changing, as if all the evil in the universe is reshaping them all the time.]

[No, that should be evolution. Something distorted the space and created a horn-shaped space, allowing them to chase us to our location.]

[There are fewer and fewer people alive. They are relentless in their pursuit. They will not stop until we are all killed. I cannot even say the word "monster" now. They are not monsters. They are beings that are more advanced than us humans.]

[There are only seven of us left. We found a relic. I held the candle flame with my hands to prevent it from going out. Wherever we passed, as long as we saw a corner, we would try our best to fill it up.]

[The hounds’ pursuit never stops. We will call them hounds for now, because we are the prey and we cannot escape the hounds’ pursuit! Now only the warmth of the candlelight can make me feel at ease.]

[I am the only one alive. Every time I wake up after falling asleep, it is the luckiest thing for me. I think a lot. Some decisions can save lives, while other decisions will kill people. God, if God really exists, why can you watch the world suffer so much? I can't hold on any longer. I fled to Sargon. The warlock here taught me a spell to block the hound's sight, but it will definitely not last long.]

[He appeared! He appeared again! He distorted space! He killed those Sargons who helped me! Why? Why did even innocent people get implicated!]

[This should be my last prayer. God, I am sorry. I am a selfish person. If doing this can prevent the hounds from hunting me, if doing this can save me from death, if... I have gone too far and can no longer return to the beginning. My descendants, please forgive me...]

The record of the first story breaks off here.

Koshe's mind was a little fuzzy. He looked at the crooked handwriting written due to anxiety and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"What taboos did my ancestors... come into contact with?"

After a long time, Koshei sorted out his thoughts and asked Msisha.

"Time," Msisha replied, "They came into contact with time and were hunted down by my followers."

"Family?"

"As your ancestors would have called them, the hounds. The hounds of Tindalos. Those children don't like to be seen."

"Then... what did my ancestor do at the end of this record? Why did he have to apologize to future generations?"

Msisha did not answer, but after a while, he asked, "Why do you think I can communicate with you now?"

Chapter 26: Long time no see

"Your ancestor made a promise with me. In order to escape the pursuit of my followers, all his descendants became the connection points between me and the real world."

"Why? I don't understand. If you are a higher being than humans, why do you need a human as a connection point?"

Msisha's voice was silent for a long time, so long that Koshe even thought that He had lost the connection.

But after a long time, He said, "I cannot leave this dimension. If I can only connect with the real world when humans see my followers, it would be too inconvenient. After all, over the years, only a few people have the ability to contact time."

"So you are willing to make a pact with humans?"

"Before your ancestor decided to try to communicate with me, he also prayed and apologized to your so-called God. He was almost crazy, but he was able to establish a spiritual connection with me. This is something I have never encountered before, so I have expectations for him."

"expect?"

Koshe found it a little difficult to adapt. Msisha was not like the "Him" described by his father. Compared to the monster described by his father, Msisha was more like a professor who would answer every question.

"Monster? I don't really like being called that."

"Can you hear me?"

"I said, I am you and you are me. I can see clearly what you are thinking." Msisha did not express any attitude towards Koshei, a human, but just said, "Your family is a special case. I have never tried to connect with humans as a gateway to the real world, but your ancestors succeeded. This has become a long time for me to talk to Yug about boasting..."

"I think we have talked enough for today, Msisha. Perhaps I should go back to my godfather and take care of him now."

Koshe suddenly interrupted Msisha's monologue. It wasn't that he couldn't accept such an existence, but...

If there is a mysterious being whom you originally thought was unfathomable, but it keeps chattering in your mind like a chatterbox who hasn't spoken to anyone for hundreds of years, and you can't make it shut up, it would be really annoying.

“Godfather, during the time I spent with your father, I also understood the meaning of godfather,” but Msisha had no intention of shutting up. He continued as Koshe put away the book, “Do you think you can be a godfather, Koshe?”

Koshe paused for a moment as he put the book on the bookshelf, then silently returned to the desk and pushed the chair in.

"Who knows? I don't know how long it will take to arrive at that day."

He just smiled helplessly and said.

Msisha fell silent. He knew what Koshei was thinking, so He also knew how inappropriate it was to speak now.

At the same time, Msisha can also see all time, so He can see the future of Koshei, He can see all the future.

But He did not want to say it, as it was too cruel for Koshei and He did not want to do it.

Koshe left the mansion and returned to the hospital. The Godfather seemed to be asleep, and Destiny sat next to him, holding his hand.

"How is the Godfather?"

He closed the door of the ward and asked Destiny.

"It's not getting worse, nor is it getting better. The doctor said the explosion damaged his internal organs. The blood transfusion has been completed, and the rest depends on his life."

Destiny shook his head and answered dejectedly.

"Trust the Godfather, he will get through it."

Koshe walked to the bedside, half squatted down, put his hand on Destiny's neck and comforted him.

"Brother... I'm scared," Destiny buried his head in Koshe's arms, "What should we do if father doesn't hold on..."

"Believe me, and believe in the Godfather, Destiny," Koshe was a little overwhelmed, but still hugged Destiny and said, "Syracuse can't do without the Godfather. He won't lose to injuries."

"Hmm..." Destiny was enjoying the rare moment of being hugged by Koshe, but suddenly he thought of something and said, "By the way, brother, I called mother earlier."

"What does Godmother say?"

"No, mother didn't answer." Destiny adjusted the angle of her face slightly and leaned on Koshe's chest. "I called many times, but no one answered. I asked Hongluo, and they didn't receive any orders from mother. It's like they lost contact."

"...Okay, I got it. You keep contacting the godmother. She must be informed of such a big thing." Koshe let go of Destiny and stood up in Destiny's reluctant eyes. "Let the godfather have a good rest. He needs to rest now. The family should be in chaos. I also need to deal with it. I'll leave first."

"Brother...won't you stay a little longer?"

"I feel relieved that you are by the Godfather's side," Koshe said, "Take good care of the Godfather. I will come back in the evening."

"Well...I see."

Destiny lowered his head and twitched his ears, not knowing what he was thinking.

Walking out of the ward, Koshe ran into Jose head-on.

"What's wrong, Jose?"

Looking at Jose's complicated expression, he asked.

"Well... there's a girl downstairs in the hospital who said she wanted to see you. I told her you were busy, but she didn't leave and just stayed there." Jose scratched his face awkwardly and looked away. "If I remember correctly, she should be the one who came to the club with you last time."

"Angie?" Koshe was stunned for a moment before he said to Jose, "It's okay, she's not dangerous, I'll go see her first, there's no time to waste."

"Okay, I understand. That girl has kept the gang members on alert for quite some time. After all, at this point in time..."

"Well, I'll tell them that Anjie is harmless. You go ahead and do your work, Jose."

After going downstairs, walking out of the hospital and passing through the defense line formed by the gang members, Koshei met Angelina, whom he had not seen for a long time.

"Angie? What's wrong?"

"Koshei, are you... okay?"

Angelina was waiting anxiously downstairs, and when she saw Koshei coming out, she quickly grabbed him and looked him up and down.

"No, I'm fine. Sorry to have made you worry."

"How can you say it's okay? You look a lot weaker than before!"

Angelina sounded like she was about to cry. Koshe looked around and found that the way the gang members looked at them was a little strange.

"I'm just a little tired after giving the Godfather a blood transfusion," Koshe explained. To prevent the party members from misunderstanding, he suggested, "Would you like a cup of coffee? We can talk while we drink."

Chapter 27 Beautiful People

"Would you like sugar for the two cups of coffee you ordered?"

The waiter asked as he brought the coffee.

"No, black coffee is fine."

Koshe said.

"Well, I want one portion of sugar," Angelina's taste was not so strong. She said to the waiter, "No, add two portions. I don't like bitter taste."

"Okay, miss."

After the waiter left, the two sat in silence.

"Um...Mr. Koshe, can I ask how the Godfather is doing now?"

After a long while, it was Angelina who started the conversation first, but she regretted it immediately. The topic of godfather was very sensitive right now, and perhaps she shouldn't have mentioned it.

Besides, Koshe should be worried about this matter now, so it is inappropriate for her to ask this question now.

"No, it's okay," Koshe said, seeming to see Angelina's embarrassment. "The Godfather needs to recuperate for a while now. I have also given him a blood transfusion. He should be able to recover soon. It won't take long."

Angelina could see that Koshe was also comforting himself. Perhaps even he himself couldn't tell when the Godfather would recover.

"I see... I really hope that Godfather can get better soon..."

Angelina! What on earth are you talking about!

Where is your usual calmness? Why do you freeze up in front of Koshe?

Angelina really wanted to slap herself now. She didn't understand why every time she faced Koshe, the words she wanted to say were stuck in her trachea, and what she said were words that were not thought through and would easily make the conversation awkward.

"Angie, didn't the company say anything? You should be going to work in a while, right?"