You don't even want to call me godfather

And right next to these guns lay the body of the helmsman who was supposed to be driving the ship.

His body was bloody and his death was horrible.

"All of you, stay here first!" Sheffield jumped off the boat, landed on the shore, and ordered the others, "Don't move anything! And don't be curious! Just stay here quietly and don't let anyone in or out!"

After saying that, he threw away the cigarette and hurried outside.

He was going to find Koshei and tell him what happened here.

Chapter 14: Rage

"Boom boom boom!"

"Godfather! Open the door!"

"Dong-dong-dong-dong!"

The extremely rapid knocking on the door gradually turned into the sound of pounding on the door.

"crunch-"

Koshei flung the door open so hard that Sheffield nearly fell forward.

"……What's up?"

Koshe's expression did not look very friendly. He held his head with one hand and frowned.

"Yes……"

Sheffield was about to report, but seeing Koshe's expression, he immediately looked around, and then hurried into the house under Koshe's gaze.

"Knock on the door quietly. There won't be a next time." Koshei closed the door. When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a flash of wings at the corner of the stairs. "What's the matter? Tell me."

"Yes, it's like this, Godfather..." Sheffield swallowed his saliva. Unlike the anger in front of Manchester, he looked very nervous at this moment. "That's right, don't we smuggle a batch of goods back from Rutland every week? Generally speaking, they are pistols and a musket, but--"

"Uh--"

Koshei suddenly took two steps back, leaned against the wall, and covered his forehead with a painful expression.

"Godfather? What's wrong with you?"

Sheffield was extremely panicked at this time. He had always regarded Koshe as an object of his admiration and wanted to step forward to ask.

"No...it's okay, just keep talking."

Koshe gritted his teeth. He had a headache from time to time. On the one hand, it was because of the overdose of medicine he had taken not long ago, and on the other hand, it was because...

"Oh my, it seems that Msisha has left you with quite a lot of damage, and those nerve-disturbing things you call drugs, you are really not afraid of death, you have actually made yourself into this state."

It was because of someone who clearly knew that he was in a bad mental state at the moment, but still kept nagging in his mind.

"Can you be quiet, Idhaila..." Koshe leaned forward slightly, supporting his body with his cane, and protested in his mind, "If your purpose is to drive me crazy, why not do it quickly and save our time."

"Yeah, like Msisha, I never lack time. But I have to make one thing clear. I don't like to drive people crazy. I just want to see those people who fear me become a part of my body in the end. That's all."

Idhaila seems to have some evil taste

"Well, the general situation is that the cargo that was supposed to be hand guns turned into more than a dozen machine guns and more than 20 semi-automatic muskets when it arrived at Manchester's dock." While Koshei and Idhaila were arguing, he was also listening to Sheffield's words, "The crew member in charge of the helm has also died in the cabin. Manchester and I both suspect that this was a deliberate targeting, so I-"

"Boom!"

Koshe punched the wall behind him fiercely, then slowly raised his head so that Sheffield could see his face clearly.

The blood vessels on his forehead bulged due to congestion, and his facial features were tense, whether from anger or pain. His face was so hideous that Sheffield couldn't help but lower his head, not daring to look at him again.

"Remember what I said before, Sheffield?" Koshe stared, controlling his emotions and lowering his voice, "You really made a big mess for me, a fucking, huge mess."

"Godfather, I..."

Sheffield bit his lips tightly. He knew what would happen if something like this happened.

After all, in a sense, he has been dealing with Lateran for a long time. He knows that the smuggling of such a large number of firearms is likely to cause some serious trouble.

In other words, these machine guns and semi-automatic muskets were weapons that even the Laterans themselves would not easily use, and now that so much firepower has been lost in their arsenal, no matter who did it, it is obvious that they are putting the blame on Syracuse.

To be honest, Syracuse does not have the qualifications to compete with countries like Lateran based on its current strength.

"Shut up, Sheffield, I don't want to hear you talk right now."

Koshe pointed at Sheffield and shouted.

"What about me? Can I talk?"

'You shut up too.'

"Okay, okay~ Really, why are you so fierce......"

At this time, Koshe was already furious. The appearance of Idhaila, his own physical condition, and the news brought by Sheffield were all like mountains, pressing on him and his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He also knew what he would have to face next.

"It's impossible for Lateran to sit idly by and watch such a large number of large firearms go missing," Koshe held up his cane, rubbed his brow with his fingers, then opened the door and walked out first. "The most likely scenario is that they will send an executor to investigate. Has the batch of goods been dealt with?"

"No... not yet, Godfather..." Sheffield followed Koshe out of the door timidly. He closed the door lightly. "I know those guns can't be destroyed easily, so... I came to see you first."

"At least you have some brains in this matter," Koshei said as he stood at the door. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it between his lips. "If we try to destroy it, we will really have no way out."

Sheffield quickly took out his lighter and stepped forward to help Koshe light the cigarette.

"So...what should we do now, Godfather?"

Seeing that Koshei didn't seem as angry as before, he barely mustered up the courage to speak.

"What should we do? Humph..." Koshe lowered his head and sneered. He pulled out the pistol from his waist, took out the bullets one by one, checked them one by one, put the bullets back, loaded them, put on the safety, raised his head, looked at Sheffield, and said, "Negotiate."

……

At the same time, three Sakotas armed with guns had arrived at the border entry point of Syracuse.

The leader was Xila, who brought two other executors to this mobile city.

The executors had the right to enter and exit freely in most countries, and even Syracuse, a country that did not tolerate foreigners, had to accept their arrival.

The immigration officer simply exchanged glances with Xila and ignored them. He called his colleague and said something to him.

When his colleagues saw Xila and others, they immediately understood what was going on and hurried into the city.

"Why do we have to stand here, Lord Xila?" Xila stood there after looking at the immigration manager. An executor behind her asked, "If you want to search, shouldn't you go directly inside?"

"We are in someone else's land and follow someone else's rules," Xila stood still, looking ahead at his colleague who was running towards the city administrator, and said, "We just need to wait for a while. The first person we need to see is the king of this country."

Chapter 15: Distinguish between public and private affairs

"Lord Xila, how long... do we have to wait?"

"Please be patient, Sariel. We don't know how long this trip will take, so why not wait a little longer?" Xila replied while turning the cylinder of his revolver out of boredom. "But, when we meet later, you have to be careful and don't hurt anyone with your eyes."

"Lord Xila... that time was really an accident..." Sariel scratched his head a little embarrassedly. Then, he noticed another executor who was in a daze, so he nudged him with his elbow, "Hey, Sang Yangsha, what are you thinking about?"

"Ah? Um..." Sang Yangsha was stunned for a moment. He looked at Sariel with a slightly puzzled look, frowning, "I was just wondering... what my wife who is waiting for me at home would be doing now."

"Why would you want to do that? She's already your wife, how can she run away?" Sariel heard this and said with a bit of a smile, "I still remember how much you chased her when we were in the military academy~"

"We are still on a mission, don't talk about trivial things," Xila interrupted the two people's frivolous topic seriously, "We can talk about love when we get back, let's deal with the things at hand first."

"I know, I know. Lord Xila is still so harsh..."

Saliye shrugged. He, Sang Yangsha and Xila had been good friends in military school. After graduation, they all chose to interview for the job of executor in the notary office because of their excellent grades.

Although they always called Xila "sister", there was actually no difference in status. It was just because Xila's strength and command ability had always been the strongest among them, and she was also the oldest, so they intentionally or unintentionally regarded her as the head of this team of executors.

But speaking of it, Xiladu already has two children, and Sanyangsha also has a wife who loves him. Only Sariye himself...

Just after the three of them quieted down, two figures appeared in their sight in front of them.

"Be polite, everyone. We are facing the monarch of a country," Xila reminded the other two before the two figures approached. "Before we can confirm that Syracuse is smuggling, we have no reason to show any ill will."

A moment later, Koshe came to Xila and others.

"Ding!"

There was the sound of a metal cane hitting the ground, and Koshe looked at the three Sakotas in front of him with a frown on his face.

"May I ask, dear guests from afar, why are you visiting Syracuse at this time?"

Koshe used the words he learned from his father to address the guests. His instinct told him that these three people were not easy to deal with.

"Because of some orders from the bishop, I came to this country to investigate some things," Xila took the initiative to answer. Looking at this young man who was only about the same age as her son, although she had doubts in her heart, she still asked, "Notary executor, Xila, may I ask what the king of Syracuse should be called?"

"Cascade, Godfather, both are fine," Koshe nodded. He glanced at Sheffield, who was standing beside him with an unnatural expression, and then turned his gaze back to Xila. "Since he is a guest, he should be treated well."

"No need, Godfather of Syracuse," Xila politely rejected Koshe's suggestion. She seemed to want to get straight to the point. "I heard earlier that Syracuse is a country of etiquette that values ​​friendship. If Godfather doesn't mind, I hope we can be honest with each other."

"Please say."

Koshei leaned on a cane with one hand and lightly supported his waist with the other hand, touching the pistol through his clothes to prevent any sudden situation.

"We have heard some unconfirmed rumors that Syracuse has been smuggling firearms from the Lateran. The bishop ordered us to come and investigate. I hope the Holy Father doesn't mind."

Xila spoke very tactfully. After all, the order to investigate was issued directly, which meant that the Lateran had a firm grasp of Syracuse's smuggling activities.

It’s just that on-site confirmation and evidence collection are needed.

"Since you said it was just an unconfirmed rumor, I guess your trip was in vain," Koshe smiled and responded calmly, "Syracuse has never had any firearms smuggling. The small firearms we have were purchased from Lateran through formal and legal means."

"But today, when the armory manager was taking inventory, he found that a lot of firearms were missing," Xila's eyes had an indescribable feeling, as if he was admiring the calmness of the young man in front of him, "a total of 15 machine guns and 25 semi-automatic muskets. The situation is serious and terrible. If it weren't for the bishop's order, we wouldn't want to travel so far to investigate."

"How could Syracuse smuggle such a large number of large firearms with its strength alone?" Koshei's heart sank, but he knew that he couldn't let Xila see any flaws, so he pretended to be calm and refuted, "I hope Ms. Xila can think about it carefully. What's the difference between this situation and stealing money from a locked vault? The difficulty is imaginable."

"Everything is possible, Godfather." It was the first time that Xila saw such a calm young man, but she just deliberately replied in a helpless tone, "Sorry, we are also following the rules. I hope you can understand our work and don't make things difficult for us."

"Of course, Ms. Xila," Koshe sighed secretly. He knew that he could not avoid this disaster. "We will not hinder your work and will try our best to cooperate. But please do not disturb the citizens of Syracuse."

In fact, Koshe has always tried his best to avoid conflicts with other countries.

His father once told him that due to the long-term struggle between the family and the government, Syracuse was unable to concentrate its national strength, so it had never had any organization that could be called an army.

This caused Syracuse to be at a disadvantage among other countries.

Some years ago, Ursus, Syracuse's northern neighbor, launched an invasion of neighboring countries for unknown reasons.

Although in Ursus's eyes, Syracuse was not as important as Lateran in the south, after the war, Syracuse was inexplicably forced to sign a "peace agreement".

The peace agreement was a proposal put forward by Lateran after the ceasefire between Ursus and Lateran. Even an international conference was held for this purpose.

Koshe didn't know how many years had passed since this incident. He only knew that Syracuse had always been an insignificant small country in the eyes of other countries.

But precisely because of this, no one would have thought that such a small country would have the guts to engage in firearms smuggling for so many years.

Seeing Koshei's relaxed attitude, Xila secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was rare for foreigners to have conflicts with the executors of the notary office, she could not completely guarantee that such a situation would not occur.

"Please rest assured, Godfather of Syracuse, we know the difference between public and private affairs," Xila also lowered his posture appropriately. At the same time, he remembered a transport ship he saw when he received the order before, so he asked, "Thank you very much for your willingness to cooperate with our work. Then, can you lead us to the dock of Syracuse?"

After hearing this, Koshe was stunned for a moment, and Sheffield's hand in his pocket nervously grasped the pistol.

They never expected that the other party would choose the pier as the first location as soon as they came up.

Koshe even had some doubts about whether Xila had already known about the incident at the dock, or whether she just wanted to confirm Syracuse's smuggling behavior in person to prove Syracuse's guilt.

Chapter 16: Playing around

"Godfather, what should we do now?"

Sheffield followed Koshe closely, and while Xila and others were admiring the street scenes of Syracuse on the road, he quietly asked Koshe.

He remained in a state of high tension throughout the entire process, and never took one hand out of his pocket, tightly gripping the pistol.

"No need to panic, Sheffield."

Koshe held his cane and tapped the ground with every two steps. He seemed to be completely confident.

"If this kind of thing is discovered, it will definitely cause a large-scale conflict, right?" But Sheffield didn't seem to listen to Koshe's words. He muttered to himself nervously, "Or... we can get rid of them without anyone noticing."

Koshe sighed secretly. He couldn't understand why Sheffield, an adult two years older than him, couldn't even maintain basic calmness at certain times.