You don't even want to call me godfather

"Is that so?" Koshe scratched his face and took a deep breath. "I really want my father and mother to see it too."

"I also want Lisa and 'Mother' to see this kind of scenery," Iris said, lying on the grass, with a hint of longing in her words, "And 'Grandma', she will probably like it too."

"Hong, I miss 'Grandma'."

Little Red snuggled up to Koshei. She was more concerned about Christina than the meteor shower.

"If it was the mother, maybe she would improvise a symphony," Koshei touched Xiao Xiaohong's head and expressed his thoughts, "I remember it seemed to be... Symphony No. 9?"

Suddenly, Koshe seemed to realize something and he sat up.

"Eh? Where's Ω?"

"That child's words seem to have flown away again."

Jill spoke calmly, as if it had nothing to do with her.

“Ah ...!”

Koshe got up from the ground in annoyance. He saw a shadow flying in the night sky and chased after this troublesome child without hesitation.

"Well, let's just ignore him for now," Iris also let Koshei solve the problem on his own without even looking at him. "After all, he brought the child back home himself, so let him be responsible for it."

The sight of the shooting star was reflected in Iris' eyes. She smiled and closed her eyes.

"But it is indeed a symphony that is very suitable for this kind of night."

The cemetery at Syracuse.

On this Christmas Eve, there was only one figure in the huge cemetery.

"call……"

He stood silently in front of a monument, a few wisps of white mist coming out of his mouth, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"So you are here, Koshei."

After a long time, a voice came from behind him. He turned around and saw Si Chan standing behind him without him noticing.

"...It's the cicada." Koshe looked at her calmly, then turned back and continued to stare at the tombstone in front of him, "Why are you here?"

"Today is Christmas Eve, everyone is making Christmas presents at your house now

Extra: Valhalla Bar

God Father

The bar on the corner.

Its decoration was ordinary and its appearance was unremarkable, except for some dried brown liquid remaining on the windows.

On a cold evening, a teenager staggered into the dim bar.

He seemed very uncomfortable and pushed open the door of the bar with a little curiosity.

Sleepiness came over him like a tide, shrouding him in darkness.

Dizziness and nausea.

But the taste here was not worse than he imagined.

The smell of alcohol was spreading all around, and the boy's head was a little groggy. In a daze, he heard a clear voice.

"Good evening, welcome to the Valhalla Bar, what would you like to order?"

The dim lights flickered.

"I suggest you have a cup of Crevice Spike, maybe it can sober you up a little."

The boy nodded confusedly, staggered to the bar and sat down.

After the sound of a cocktail glass shaking, a classic wine glass filled with green liquid was brought up.

After drinking the bitter wine, his numb mind suddenly became clear. The boy looked at his shadow reflected on the bar, scratched his still aching head, and asked, "Where is this place?"

"Valhalla Bar," the boy saw the bartender's appearance clearly in the dim light, "I'm the bartender here. You can call me Jill, or Jill."

"Hmm...some familiar names."

The young man took a sip of the wine in his glass and said.

"Why do you say that?"

"Hmm... who knows, maybe it's just a hunch."

"uh-huh?"

Jill seemed to be listening with interest, her arms supporting her body as she leaned slightly forward.

"Have a light drink, please." The boy took out his wallet, took out all the money in it and put it on the table. "This is all the money I have."

"That's enough," Jill took out a clean wine glass from under the bar, and after mechanically mixing it, brought up the orange wine. "Bloom Light, it's light but a little spicy, and it's not expensive."

"Thank you," the boy asked after taking a sip of the wine. "By the way, Miss Jill, why do I always feel a sense of intimacy with you since just now?"

"Isn't this a rather old-fashioned way of chatting up people, sir?"

Jill teased.

"No, I'm serious," Koshei put down his glass and said, "It's like there's some kind of magic that makes me want to tell you everything."

"Maybe some professions are like this, making people want to share what's buried in their hearts and tell their thoughts and secrets," Jill said, half leaning against the bar. "Maybe my fate today was destined from the day I was born."

"Fate..." The young man sighed helplessly. He raised his head slightly and looked at the chandelier above the bar. "My sister went to prison. Is this also a kind of fate?"

The fan above his head was spinning wildly, carrying with it the boy's thoughts.

"This kind of thing..."

Although Jill had seen many strange things happen to guests after drinking, the boy's words still caught him off guard.

While she was thinking about how to answer, a woman with short white hair walked into the bar.

"Boss, are you free to come to work today?"

Jill greeted the woman.

"There aren't any full-length games recently, so I came to the bar to take a look." The woman picked up the broom behind the door and began to sweep the floor. She asked, "Why are there customers so early? They look familiar. Are they regulars?"

"No, this should be my first time here. At least I don't have any impression of this place." Sitting on a high chair, the boy turned slightly sideways, his eyes fell on the short-haired woman, "But after today, this shouldn't be the first time."

"Oh?" The woman looked at his face and stopped what she was doing. "It seems like a very important guest has come today."

"Heavyweight?" Jill was somewhat puzzled by the boss's reaction. She seemed to realize that the identity of the young man in front of her was not simple, and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Koshe Cascade," the young man raised his glass and took a sip, "The eldest son of Ulysses's godfather, should he be called... Godson?"

Jill leaned back a little. As someone who had just arrived in Syracuse, she had never seen Koshe's face before.

But she doesn't care about the difference in status. To her, bad things will always happen when people care more about their differences than their similarities.

"Don't think too much. Cheer up, godson," Jill said with a smile, "90% of life depends on how you treat it. Look for the bright side of things."

"Even if you say so..."

"This bar will soon close, but we're still in business, right?" Jill consoled him. "Although I don't know what the bright side is, I'm sure you'll find it."

"……Thanks."

Jill and Koshe were chatting happily, and the boss was watching from the side with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Dana Zane, the owner of this bar," the boss put down the broom, sat down next to Koshei very naturally, and extended his hand to him, "Knowing the godson of Syracuse should be considered a capital for bragging."

"You're joking, Dana," Koshei held Dana's hand and smiled awkwardly, "I'm just a godson. Compared to my father who is the godfather, what am I?"

Koshe lit a cigarette for himself, his eyes filled with gloom.

"There is only one letter difference, but it is an insurmountable boundary."

The fire of the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, just like his unpredictable future, and even more like Koshe's unpredictable heart.

"What on earth are you..."

"From what you just said, this place is about to close down?"

Jill was about to speak when he was suddenly interrupted by Koshe.

"Ah, um..." Jill was stunned for a moment, then explained, "Yes, the bar is getting less and less prosperous. I don't know why, but the people of Syracuse seem to be busy with other things. Few people will take the time to go to the bar, order a glass of wine, and sit quietly for an afternoon."

Koshei didn't say anything. He knew the reason, but he didn't want to say it.

That's because with the end of the family feud and the rise of the Cascade family, the people of Syracuse needed time to adapt.

"After a while, things should get better," Koshe said after a long while. "Things will always get better. Maybe it just takes a little more time."

"Well... I hope so."

Jill tilted her head, as if even she herself didn't believe that things would turn out well.

"Well, why think so much?" Seeing that both of them were in a low mood, Dana looked serious for a moment, then immediately returned to her smiling face, "Eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink, and don't take things to heart."

"boss?"

Jill was a little confused by Dana's attitude. Although she knew that was her character, such inappropriate words...

"Life is a sad drama. How can we have so much time to think about these troubles?" Dana seemed to understand Jill's thoughts. She reached out and put her arm around Jill's shoulders. "Since we have met today, we can be considered friends with this godson. Jill, serve our friend a glass of wine that suits him best!"

"Eh? What do you mean by boss?"

"God Father."

Last Word

"Ding bell~"

The door of the bar was pushed open, with the sound of wind chimes.

"Welcome to the Valhalla Bar. What would you like to order?"

Jill was wiping the clean wine glass, and when she heard the guest coming, she turned around and asked.

"Hey, is this the bar that Koshe recommended?" A man with long silver hair named Rupert was looking at the bar, his tone full of contempt, "It looks a little worse than I expected."

Blood was dripping from her sleeves, and when she walked into the bar, she also left bloody footprints on the ground.

"If you seriously affect the hygiene of the bar, you will have to pay for it, guest."

Jill reminded him after the silver-haired Rupert sat down at the bar.

"Oh, why are you so serious?" Silver-haired Rupert laughed wildly. She placed a few gold coins that were only used in the black market on the bar. "Just count them towards the cost of the drinks when the time comes."

"What do you call the guest?"

Seeing that she seemed to be treating this place as her own home, Jill looked at her calmly for a long time before asking.

"Well... just call me Lapland. It's just a surname, so the first name isn't that important anymore." Lapland turned sideways, revealing two long knives of strange shapes under his leather windbreaker. He leaned his elbows on the bar, supporting his chin with his palms. "As a bartender, shouldn't you ask the guests what kind of drink they want first? Or, can you recommend a drink to me?"

"Want to try randomness?" Jill had already made a choice suitable for Lappland in her mind. "From what you said just now, I can feel some of your potential emotions, buried under that smile. I think this glass of wine may be very suitable for you."

Jill's words stunned Lappland for a moment, but she didn't care about Lappland's reaction and just took out the bottom wine from the wine cabinet.

Place ice cubes in a cocktail shaker and add lime juice, Chartreuse, maraschino cherries, and gin.

After covering the pot with the lid, Jill waved her arms back and forth and began to shake for about ten seconds.

Pour the mixed wine into the glass, garnish it with lemon peel, and place the wine in front of Lapland.

"Last Word believes that you who are in deep trouble can be inspired by inspirational revival."

"Hey~ You look like you have something special," Lappland recovered from her daze. She picked up the wine glass and asked, "Does this glass of wine have any special meaning?"