You don't even want to call me godfather

"If you are tired, let's go back," Destiny smiled. She walked in front of Koshe, with a tenderness in her eyes that did not belong to her. "Let's go back together. After all, now we are the only ones left to rely on each other."

"…I'm sorry, I can't do it, Destiny." Koshe struggled internally. Even though he knew this was just a fleeting dream, he couldn't forget the reality and immerse himself in the dream. "There are still many people, party members and citizens who need me. I can't stay here."

"Are they more important than me, brother?" Destiny's expression showed some dissatisfaction. She lifted Koshe's face with her fingers and looked at his evasive eyes. "Am I not as important as them in your heart?"

Destiny smiled slightly, and with a special feeling, she kissed Koshe's lips without hesitation.

"Uh--"

But her body suddenly stopped and she couldn't move at all.

Because Koshe grabbed her neck tightly, forcing her to leave his lips.

"Who are you anyway?"

At this time, Koshe's eyes were cold. He stared at this fake Destiny and questioned.

"What are you... talking about... brother? I'm Des..."

"You are not her!" Koshei scolded, and the hand he pinched around Destiny's neck became more and more powerful. "Destiny would not say such a thing, and she would not do such a thing. Who are you? And what do you regard the relationship between Destiny and me as?"

“Heh…ha…” Destiny smiled playfully. She looked at Koshe’s eyes that seemed to want to tear her into pieces, and retorted with disdain, “Do you really think… that the bond between you and her… is limited to family affection? A mental… patient…ha… interesting… so interesting…”

Koshe's wrists kept shaking. No matter who the person in front of her was, her slander of Destiny's feelings was enough to make her die a thousand times.

"You... are strange... but this won't be the last time we meet... Koshe... just want to say hello to you... without the protection of Msisha... you are now..."

"Chirp——"

Before Destiny finished speaking, a cry was heard in the air, like the sound of some bird.

"It seems... Msisha... couldn't stop him..."

As if someone was mocking something, Destiny was being pinched and raised his head with difficulty, looking up at the sky.

As she looked, Koshe saw a huge vulture circling above them.

Suddenly, Koshe felt his hands were empty, and something blocked the light.

He turned around and found that the fake Destiny had disappeared, and in his place was a giant python as thick as a man. Its mouth was like that of a lamprey, with circles of sharp teeth extending inward from its cylindrical mouth.

His body surrounded Koshei and he looked at him with the organ on top of his head that could be called an eye.

Then, before Koshei could react, He suddenly opened His huge mouth and rushed towards him.

"Aha!"

Koshe opened his eyes, his heart was beating violently, and he felt goose bumps on his back.

After a long while, he calmed his breathing and noticed the iris lying next to him.

The folding bed was not big, and it was indeed difficult to accommodate two people, so Iris bent her body slightly and curled herself up in Koshe's arms.

Koshe opened his mouth to wake her up, but seeing that her brows were still furrowed even when she was sleeping, he gave up.

Let her have a good rest. For the past month, Iris has been enduring his moody temper. Koshe felt a little guilty about the fact that he had mistaken her for Destiny when he was drunk.

He lay back down without waking Iris.

Looking at the light reflected by the colored windows on the ceiling of the study, he began to wonder what he had just encountered in the dream.

False Destiny, vultures, giant pythons like lampreys.

And that Destiny mentioned Msishha's name repeatedly.

Koshe couldn't help but suspect that he was being targeted by the same being as Msishha.

Ah... This is not a good thing for him now.

Chapter 7 Glasgow

"Forward! Forward!"

"A little more to the left! Okay, stop!"

At the dock Manchester was in charge of, a large cargo ship returning from Victoria gradually stopped at the shore.

"Sig, the cargo on this ship belongs to the Solomons family, right?"

A tally clerk in charge of loading and unloading looked at the ship anchored at the shore and asked Manchester who was standing nearby.

"Oh, yes, they sent some rum to Victoria, and bought some whiskey from Victoria, what's the matter?"

Manchester stood beside the tally clerk, a cigarette between his fingers, looking at the two ships.

"But don't you feel... that there is something wrong with this ship?" The tally clerk frowned slightly and said, "I mean, their waterline is seriously over the standard... Wait, don't you..."

"As long as there's money to be made, these aren't big problems," Manchester knew what the tally clerk was going to say next, as was often the case. He threw away his cigarette butt and waved to the tally clerk, "I'll give you a tip later. Unload the goods first."

"Oh... got it," the tally clerk sighed helplessly. Although this was not the first time Manchester had done this, he still couldn't get used to it. "I was wondering why you asked me to clear the dock again. You should be more restrained. If others find out, they won't be as easy to deal with as me."

"Okay, move down the two boxes of wine on top, then open the secret hatch below and let them out," Manchester stood aside and ordered the tally clerk to open the hatch. "These people paid 60,000 pounds. If you keep your mouth shut, you can get 400 pounds."

"That's very generous of you, Sig."

The tally clerk waved his hands to indicate that he understood.

Following Manchester's instructions, he moved the two boxes of cargo from the bow and opened the door of the secret hold.

As soon as the hatch opened, a white head popped out impatiently.

"Ah - I smell the air of freedom. Master, have we escaped?"

"Get out quickly, Indra, and see for yourself how suffocated Vina is in there!"

"Ah, I know, I know, Morgan, get out now."

Following a few insults in the cabin, the white-haired girl called Indra was the first to climb out of the cabin.

She stood on the roof of the ship, stepping on the cargo boxes filled with whiskey, and scanned the surrounding environment.

"What? I thought it would be a nice place, but it turned out to be a shabby place full of garbage and smelling like horse manure?"

She grumbled as she leapt off the top of the boat and landed on the ground at the dock.

"Uh...did I step on something dirty?"

"Stop complaining so much, Indra, come and give me a hand!"

Morgan's shout drew Indra's attention back. She hurried back to the boat, caught Vina who was carried up by the people in the cabin, and carried her out.

"Sorry to bother you, Indra..." Vina was supported by Indra, looking a little exhausted. She held her forehead and said, "Sorry... I feel a little seasick..."

"Oh, that's not a big deal!" Indra said happily, helping Vina sit on the two boxes of whiskey that the tally clerk had just brought down, and he did not forget to stop talking, "After all, everyone has weaknesses. If you are really indestructible, I would doubt whether you are a human being."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, Indra..." Vina massaged her eye sockets with her fingers and said, "Remember to count the number of people, and also, bring me my hammer."

"okay!"

As long as it was Vina's order, Indra would put in all her energy. She excitedly returned to the boat and pulled all the people out of the cabin one by one.

"Be gentle, Indra!" A petite girl with long black hair cursed as she was pulled out by Indra, "I have been staying in the cabin for the past two days. Not a single bone in my body is comfortable. Why are you using so much strength!"

"Well, I'm happy. After all, I finally escaped from that damn place."

Indra smiled broadly and scratched his head.

“Really… throwing Originium dust into the lower city, I wonder what those lunatics in the Victorian royal family were thinking…”

"Gawain!" Just as the black-haired girl continued to complain, Morgan stopped her and said, "We are now in another country's territory, don't say anything more."

"Okay, got it," Gawain stretched his muscles and muttered softly, "The only bad thing about leaving Victoria is that I have to get used to the rules of other countries."

"Okay, stop talking," Vina stopped the conversation. She stood up from the cargo box, took the long-handled hammer handed over by Indra, and walked towards Manchester. "You are the person in charge here, right?"

"Sig Manchester," Manchester nodded, holding out his hand, and said, "the owner of this waterway canal."

"Vina, the Emperor... an ordinary citizen of Victoria."

Vina also stretched out her free hand and wanted to shake hands with Manchester.

But unexpectedly, Manchester's hand suddenly retracted.

"What are you doing?" He looked at Vina's outstretched hand with some confusion and said, "I just asked you to give me the money."

Vina was stunned for a moment, and the twenty or so people behind her were also stunned.

"Are all Syracusans like this?"

Indra asked quietly to Morgan beside him.

"Don't ask me, I've never been here."

Morgan whispered back as well.

"...Is that so? I am being rude." Vina took her hand back and took out a packet of banknotes wrapped in paper from her pocket and handed it to Manchester. "Sixty thousand pounds. You can count them."

"No need. It's an unwritten rule here that we don't count money on the spot. You'll get used to it in the future." Manchester took the money, weighed it roughly, and put it in his pocket. "Well, I wish you a pleasant journey in Syracuse."

After saying this, he turned around and left the dock without any delay.

And the tally clerk, after taking a look at the visitors from Victoria, followed Manchester's footsteps.

"and this--"

Vina just took out another lollipop from her pocket and wanted to give it to Manchester, but looking at his leaving back, she just showed an expression of confusion, then unwrapped the lollipop and put it in her mouth.

"Oh, Master, don't be so depressed. He's just a blind fellow." Indra rushed to Vina at the right time, put his arms over her shoulders and put them on her. "At least we have left Victoria, right? Now let's enjoy our new life!"

"That's a nice thing to say, Indra," but the serious Gawain poured cold water on him at this time, "It's not easy to smuggle so many people from Glasgow to other countries. The 60,000 pounds just now is most of our property when we left Victoria. I want to ask you, how can we enjoy it?"

"Eh... that's true..."

The cat's tail behind Indra gradually drooped along with her mood, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

"Let's go around Syracuse first. There is always a way to solve every problem, but for now, at least use the remaining money to solve the problem of feeding so many people."

Morgan, the "military advisor" of the Glasgow Gang, gave a general direction.

"Great! Let's go eat first!" Indra's mood brightened up after hearing that. She supported Vina's shoulders and jumped up. "I've been starving to death these past two days!"

Looking at the Glasgow gang members cheering for the meal, the disappointment on Vina's face became more and more obvious.

Feeling the unique sour taste of the lollipop in her mouth, her mood was just like the taste of the candy, sour and astringent.

If it weren't for the stupid things done by those people in the Victorian royal family, the Glasgow gang... would still be living a chaotic but free life in the slums.

But now they have fallen to the point where they need to rely on the help of others to smuggle into other countries and live a restricted life.

These people are the old team who have followed her over the years.

It's ridiculous that a group of hooligans who don't even know what chivalry is, their loyalty to Vina may be purer than that of Casimir's knight.

This is also the reason why Vina is willing to take so many people to another country.

Because on the basis that Vina trusts them, they also deeply trust Vina.

Chapter 8 Solomons

"Keep going, don't stop!"

In a brewery, members of the Glasgow Gang were walking towards the depths of the brewery.

Behind them were several men with guns, driving them forward.

"Master, are we being too passive?"

Indra, who was walking in front, asked quietly to Vina beside him.

"Don't say too much, Indra. This matter was originally caused by us." Vina's long-handled hammer had been confiscated by those gun-wielding men. She said seriously, "Don't be impulsive later. Leave the negotiation to me."

"Okay, but if something unexpected happens, I won't hold back," Indra agreed. "No one in the Glasgow Gang will sit still and wait for death, even on someone else's territory."

The origin of this incident goes back to an hour ago.

The Glasgow Gang, who were about to leave the dock, ran into members of the Solomon family who were coming to pick up the goods.

They seemed to be very opposed to outsiders, and the leader immediately chose to confront them with his gun.

Vina did not want to have a conflict with the Syracuse natives, so she tried to negotiate with them, but Indra, who was impatient and did not like to be passive, took the initiative to have an argument with them.

Finally, it escalated into a fight.