You don't even want to call me godfather

"Don't think about everything so extreme, Sheffield," he consoled helplessly, "think about how we have been doing things all along."

"Bribe them with money..." Sheffield hesitated, but he was still puzzled. "But... this is the rule of Syracuse. How can we bribe those Sakota with money?"

"When did I say that I bribed those executors?" Koshe shook his head. During the conversation, they had already arrived at the dock. He stopped and finally said, "Sometimes, you can have a little confidence in the other families. Sheffield, in times of crisis, we can be united."

After saying that, he patted Sheffield on the shoulder, turned around and looked at the three people behind him.

"Ms. Xila, we have arrived at the dock. If you wish to search the place, please do so."

Looking at Koshei's calm attitude, Xila raised his head slightly.

She could basically conclude that the cargo on the ship was what they were looking for, but Koshe's attitude made her feel that something was wrong.

"Then I'll trouble you, Godfather."

Xila took Saliye and Sang Yangsha into the dock, and Koshe followed slowly behind. Only Sheffield remained tense.

The dock is not very big, and apart from storing goods, it basically does not take up too much space. Xila saw the transport ship at a glance, just anchored there.

Manchester stood by the boat, holding a cigarette in one hand and flipping through some papers in the other.

"Manchester! Put down your work and let these guests have a look!"

Koshei shouted to him from more than ten meters away.

Manchester looked up and saw Koshei and the three executors coming. He put away the paper and walked forward.

"Godfather, what happened?"

He asked with a puzzled expression.

Koshe just pointed at Xila and others and said nothing more.

"The bishop has ordered that Syracuse is suspected of being involved in gun smuggling. We are here to search the area."

Looking at Manchester, Xila said.

"Firearms smuggling?" Manchester took a puff of his cigarette and sneered, "Don't joke with me, ma'am. The Manchester family has always only done legal business. I have spent half my life on the water and have never heard of such a thing."

"I'm sorry, but we're just following orders," Xila also showed a fake smile, trying to act genuinely, "Of course, it won't take up too much of your time, Mr. Manchester."

"Well..." Manchester threw the cigarette on the ground, shrugged indifferently, took two crowbars from a wooden box beside him, and pushed them towards Xila, "As long as it doesn't damage the goods, please do as you please."

Xila glanced at Saliye and Sang Yangsha. The two understood, stepped forward to take the crowbar, and then walked straight towards the transport ship.

Manchester turned around and looked at the two figures with interest. Like Koshe, he behaved very calmly, as if what had just happened had never happened.

Sheffield, who was still far away from them, had already drawn his gun and seemed ready to start a firefight at any time.

But Koshe stretched out a hand and stopped him.

Sariel lifted the cloth awning and revealed many wooden boxes in the cabin below. He and Sang Yangsha pried open the boxes one by one with crowbars and checked the goods inside.

"How's it going? What did you find?"

Seeing that the two of them had not finished for a long time, Xila also walked over and asked.

"No, Lord Xila, there is nothing we are looking for," Sariel poked his head out of the cabin and said with some embarrassment, "There is only wine here."

"liquor?"

Xila frowned slightly, she looked back at the people in Syracuse, and there was nothing unusual.

So she went into the cabin herself, and just as Sariel said, the wooden boxes were filled with Victorian whiskey.

Sariel and Sang Yangsha looked at each other in confusion, but Xila still felt that things were not that simple.

Even if it is to transfer goods, it is not realistic to transfer that amount of firearms, even large ones, in a short period of time.

Suddenly, Xila seemed to have discovered something.

She walked to a corner of the cabin, half squatted down, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the cracks in the floor.

The handkerchief was covered in dust and some diluted blood. A closer look revealed that this corner had been cleaned with water not long ago, but perhaps because of the passage of time, the water stains had not yet dried up.

"Uh, ahem, well—"

At this time, the three of them heard a sound of clearing throat coming from outside, which did not sound like the voice of the people outside.

Xila immediately put away his handkerchief and climbed out of the cabin, followed by the other two.

"Uh, Manchester, I'm here to pick up my goods, five cases of Scotch whiskey and ten cases of Irish whiskey," it was Solomons, who was wearing his top hat as always, and he seemed to deliberately amplify his voice, saying, "Uh, Godfather? I didn't expect you to be here too."

"I'm just bringing a few foreign guests to visit the dock," Koshei said, spreading his hands. "Don't worry about my presence. Just mind your own business."

"Well, you know I like doing business, Godfather," Solomons saw Xila and others coming out of the cabin, and his expression seemed a little unnatural, "But you should also know that what I hate most are foreigners."

He leaned on his cane and walked straight towards Xila and the others.

"Ding!"

He stopped in front of Xila and slammed his cane on the ground, making a crisp metallic sound.

"Especially after these Rutlanders, who have never known manners and rules, treated me so rudely with the good wine I spent so much money on."

Solomons looked down at Xila. There was no kindness in his eyes, only rejection of outsiders.

"What the hell did you call us?"

Sariel heard this and seemed to be touched by something. He was so excited that he wanted to step forward and confront Solomon.

But Sang Yangsha stopped him, Xila turned his head slightly, glanced at him, and signaled him not to say anything more.

"I don't know what prejudice or misunderstanding you have against Lateran, but Lateran and its citizens have always been the most law-abiding and reasonable neutral forces on this land," Xila said calmly without showing any dissatisfaction. She raised her head slightly, looked into Solomons' angry eyes, and said calmly, "I'm sorry to pry open your goods for inspection, but we have already consulted the Godfather and Mr. Manchester. I hope you don't mind and don't become hostile to the entire Lateran because of this."

Solomons stared at Xila, but he could not see any emotion in the woman's eyes.

After a long time, he turned around, ignored Xila, and slowly returned to Koshei.

"Well, I think, since you are the godfather's friend, it's not appropriate for you to stay in a place full of garbage and horse manure, right?"

He tilted his head and faced Koshei with one side of his face and said.

"Hey! I'm listening, Solomons!"

Manchester complained in dissatisfaction, but Solomons just spread his hands and said nothing more.

The seemingly natural performances of the three were actually just improvisations; they couldn't be said to be clumsy, but they were not much better either.

After Sheffield left, the guns were handed over to Solomons by Manchester, who replaced the guns with wine, moved the bodies, and cleaned the cabin.

Of course, Manchester spent a lot of money.

Perhaps their performance was not sophisticated enough to completely dispel Xila's doubts, but it was bizarre enough for the kid from Sheffield.

Sheffield was now in a state of panic, not to mention a firefight. He had just recovered from his tension and didn't even understand what was happening in front of him.

However, the ones who were undoubtedly more embarrassed and at a loss than him at the moment were Xila and the other two who were left there.

There are many rules for living in Rutland.

But if you live by these rules, you can live well.

Most of the Sakota people born in Lateran will stay in their homeland for the rest of their lives and obey the arrangements of the bishop. In a sense, they are not free.

After all, even most of the executors of the notary office can only control the Sakota people within Lateran, and those Sakota outside Lateran are only counted under the jurisdiction of higher-level executors.

It can be said that compared with other countries, Lateran is quite closed.

Azazel, when he was young, was called the Sakota who was closest to a "righteous man", and was called the purest Sakota by his neighbors, not only because of his appearance, the dazzling white halo, but also because he had no stains and was an obedient and famous child from childhood to adulthood.

At the same time, he is also one of the very few Sakotas who obtained wings at a very young age.

Sakta's wings will only appear after he gains the right to use the Guardian Gun. Once they appear, they will exist forever until his death.

It is a kind of "recognition".

That is the recognition and blessing of God - the "God" of the Lateran.

His mother, Silas, worked for Congress and was attached to the Lateran Notary Office, where she was the "executor" of the Lateran.

Azazel knew what "Executor" meant, and he also knew that his mother was responsible for all of the Sakota.

In other words, there is a very strong binding force.

The laws of Lateran are strict, and the Sakota people's adherence to the laws goes far beyond the scope of the "enforcers".

Azazel thought a lot. It is impossible for an "executor" like his mother to control all the Sakota.

There must be something more widespread...

Xila is a person who is strict with others but very gentle with his own people.

Azazel understood this well.

Executive Xila, who seems so strong to outsiders, can also be such a gentle person.

Azazel has an older sister who is five years older than him. As far as he can remember, his sister has been taking care of him until he became an adult, when she left home for some reason.

Only the two of them knew that Xila's strength was not only shown in front of outsiders. She also had great expectations for her daughter and son to become successful.

For a mother, this was a normal thing, but in the eyes of her sister, it put invisible pressure on Azazel.

Because although Azazel was known as the "purest Sakota" in Lateran, his sister, who grew up with him, knew that he was just an ordinary person.

She has the mentality of an ordinary person, but is placed with high hopes just because of her special appearance and her identity as a mother.

It's unfair, but it makes sense.

For Azazel, the thing he least wants to face at this age is probably his parents' expectations.

His mother was Xila, the most famous executor in Lateran. When he first remembered, he only knew that his mother was a very powerful person and many people were afraid of her.

As Xila's child, he is bound to have an extraordinary future. This is the impression many people have of him.

As he grew older, his mother's requirements for him became more and more strict. Every stage had its own difficulties, but he managed to get through and solve them one by one. However, the days that followed made him worried.

He knew that he would definitely go to the notary office. Given his mother's request to him, this was inevitable, but he had no time to prepare.

Preparation to kill.

Chapter 17: The Young Master

"The borders are now strictly guarded. Let's use this yacht to leave Rutland and avoid the limelight."

At a dock near the river in Rutland, a man dressed as a captain spoke to two other hooded men and handed them a suitcase.

“Everything necessary is placed in here.”

"What's in it? It's so heavy?"

The hooded man took the suitcase, weighed it, and asked.

"1500 grams of military explosives, just consider it a farewell gift," the captain replied with a smile, "when the storm calms down, how about using this to do something bigger?"

"It's better to stay calm. Many people have been arrested some time ago. According to informants, they were all captured by the two new executors. It seems that the new force of the notary office should not be underestimated." The hooded woman at the side interrupted at this time, with her arms crossed, as if she was worried about something. "Bo Ye also lost contact today. I saw Xila take the order to hunt her down. I think she is in danger."

"You know about Bo Ye," the captain shrugged and said indifferently, "You'll see her again after a while. That guy is not that easy to kill."

The three of them were chatting about a trivial topic like friends, but what they didn't know was that on a bell tower not far away, a long gun with a scope installed was facing them, observing their every move.

"What does that captain do?"

A blue-haired boy was lying on the ground, staring at the three people in the scope, and asked an uncle who was guarding nearby.

"Material dispatch. The intelligence sent back by the informant said that he was mainly responsible for providing bombs to the fallen angels who committed the crimes."

The uncle was holding a telescope and operating a portable computer while lying on the ground.

This blue-haired boy is Azazel, the executor who has received much attention from his seniors in the notary office.

His mother was the head of Section 1 of the Operations Department of the Notary Office, Xila. He himself chose to work in the Notary Office based on his top grades in the military academy that year.

But in fact, the reason why the seniors pay more attention to him is because he has a sister who is a fallen angel.