You don't even want to call me godfather

He threw his half-finished cigarette out of the car window.

Even these two kids know how to make me happy, why should I still act so depressed?

Really, in the end, I am the one who causes the most trouble.

"Hey! You two stop messing around. It's hard for me to concentrate on driving!"

"What the hell? We are the ones who have done great things, right? Uncle Ou Ya, can you please stop being so unkind?"

"Ugh! I'm being unkind?"

"Correct!"

……

By the time they returned to the notary office, it was almost evening.

"After the task is completed, you can go back first."

Ou Ya walked in front and said.

"I know, I know. You know I'm just being long-winded."

"Hey, kid, what's wrong with you...I'm your elder."

When Ou Ya heard this, he turned back unconvinced.

"Click."

At this moment, there was the sound of a camera, followed by the light of a flash, which made them close their eyes for a moment.

"Hey...you can't close your eyes..."

A girl who was about the same age as Azazel and Raphael was holding a camera and had her notary executor's ID card hanging around her neck. She looked at the photos that had just been developed and complained with some dissatisfaction.

"Ben Hong? You're back!"

Looking at this somewhat gloomy girl, compared to the two grown men, Ou Ya and Azazel, Raphael, who is also a girl, was the first to greet her.

Ben Hong put the photo into the small bag hanging on her shoulder, and she hugged Raphael.

"Ben Hong, why are you still staying in the notary office so late?"

Ou Ya asked. He still had some doubts about Ben Hong, the new executor who joined the team midway.

After all, she is the sister of that guy Mo De. They are not from the same family. He always felt that Ben Hong had some intention and purpose in staying in this team, but for so long, he did not find anything suspicious about her.

Except that this child seemed to have a special feeling for Azazel.

"I have received a new order, Instructor Ou Ya," Ben Hong nodded slightly and explained, "It seems to be very urgent, so I came here to receive the order and then wait for you."

"New orders?"

"Yes, the bishop ordered us, the Operations Department Section 2, and the team led by executor Ou Ya, to go to Syracuse as messengers of all nations and invite the king of Syracuse to come to the Lateran to participate in the Conference of All Nations."

Ben Hong spoke word by word, and the expressions on their faces became more and more interesting.

"The Universal Messenger, us?" Azazel was puzzled. "Why would you let us, the executors of the Operations Department, do these jobs? Can't you just hand this matter over to the Universal Messenger?"

"As the Chief of Section 1 of the Operations Department, Azazel, his team is capable of carrying out this mission," Ben Hong said as if reading a report, her eyes fixed on Azazel from beginning to end, "That's what they said."

"The bishop's order, that's really... a bit difficult to do," Ou Ya held his forehead for a long time, then asked the children, "Is there any special situation in your family, or something that may delay it? Since it's an order from the highest level, it's better to act now."

"As for me, it's nothing." Raphael scratched his face and said with a smile, "All the elders in my family are gone, and now there is no one to control me."

Ben Hong just shrugged her shoulders. She was Mo De's sister, and Mo De probably knew about this as well.

"Before she left, my mother told me that she was going to hunt down a criminal in the direction of Syracuse," Azazel said thoughtfully, "Although the possibility is not great, I vaguely feel that there may be some connection between them."

"Don't think too much, Azazel," Ou Ya stopped Azazel's often whimsical mind in time. He pointed his thumb at the car parked outside behind him and said, "Since there is nothing urgent, it's best to set off now."

"Eh? Is it so easy to decide? I want to have a good rest..."

Raphael complained somewhat unhappily, but she still followed Ou Ya obediently.

"Hmm? Ben Hong, it's time to go."

Just as Azazel was about to catch up, he turned around and found Ben Hong standing there for some reason, looking at them.

"……okay."

Ben Hong nodded, she lowered her head slightly and walked past Azazel, as if she deliberately didn't look at him.

This reminded Azazel of the first time he met Ben Hong. He could clearly smell the smell of gunpowder on Ben Hong's body.

Like a monk with cologne, it's the worst combination.

But apart from the smell on his body, Ben Hong looked... like a high school student who was attending a social studies extracurricular class and liked taking pictures.

Like Azazel and Raphael, they are all "problem children" in the eyes of others in various aspects.

Chapter 21 Hidden Feelings

"call……"

In the study of Koshe's mansion, Sheffield let out a long sigh as if relieved and leaned against the wall.

"This is your first time encountering something like this," Koshe returned to the study room with two cups of freshly brewed coffee and handed one to Sheffield. "Although you have been in this line of work for a short time, you probably haven't dealt with this kind of emergency before, right?"

"Well... my father has always been in charge of the family business, and I have only taken over in recent months," Sheffield took the coffee and said with a little admiration, "I really envy you, Godfather. Even when faced with such a thing, you can remain so calm and composed."

"Why should I be envious? Rather, it is precisely because of this that I feel a little sad," Koshei said with a helpless smile after taking a sip of coffee. "To be honest, this is also the first time I have dealt with such an emergency."

"This..." Looking at Koshe's sad face, Sheffield was speechless for a moment. He said with emotion, "It's also the first time. Compared with your calmness, Godfather, I...maybe I was too out of control..."

"Alas... don't talk about this as if it's something to be proud of, Sheffield." Koshe walked to the desk, put down the coffee, and placed his hands on the table. "Things are far from over. What's next will be a real test for us."

'Idhela.'

At the same time, Koshe called out to his new "companion" in his heart.

[Hey, what's up, Koshe?]

Almost at the same time, Idhela responded.

"You saw what happened today." Although Idhaila's appearance was rather sudden, Koshei had no choice but to ask for help from him. "You are the same as Msisha, right? Do you have any strategies or methods to offer?"

[Hey~ You treated me so badly before, but now you want to ask me for help?] Idehaila teased him, but also said, [But you are wrong about one thing. Maybe Msisha really cares about you so much for some reason, and even spares no effort to save your life, but I won’t do that.]

'What's the meaning? ’

Koshe frowned slightly. He could hear the hidden meaning in Idhaila's words.

[Compared to your troubles, I prefer to use your body to get in touch with people or creatures I have never tasted.] Idhaila's voice was full of indifference to Koshe's life or death. [I told you from the beginning that I just had a little interest in you and was curious about your taste, that's all. Why do you think I will help you? What benefit can it bring to me?]

Koshe was speechless. Perhaps after spending such a long time with Msisha, he had become accustomed to the feeling of being protected.

But now, he also understood that with Idhaila's purpose and attitude, this guy would never be able to help Koshei.

At least when it comes to politics, don't count on Him.

"Godfather, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Sheffield suddenly asked.

After Koshei finished speaking, he seemed to have crashed, leaning on the table and not saying anything, which seemed quite strange to Sheffield.

“No…” Koshe also came back to his senses. Although it was impossible for Idhaila to be discovered, he also knew that being offline all the time was not a good thing. “I was just wondering what the people in the notary office, Xila and the others, would do next.”

"Is that so..." Sheffield believed Koshei's words easily. In his opinion, every word Koshei said was extremely true. "Looking at the way they came and their decision to search the dock directly, I suspect that the Laterans may have come to Syracuse after knowing the direction of the guns."

"Yes, indeed, everything seems too suspicious," Koshe agreed. "First, the goods were swapped and the crew was killed, and then the notary executor came with clear intentions. And these things happened almost at the same time. It's hard not to suspect that there is something hidden."

Looking at a pot of flowers on the windowsill, the chrysanthemum that Iris had given him when he first met him, Koshe fell into deep thought.

"Maybe... I mean maybe... Is it possible that this is not a frame-up, but Rutland's own..."

"Boom!"

"Kosh-e!"

Before Sheffield could express his guess, the door of the mansion was suddenly opened.

Iris hurried into the study, her long purple hair brushing past Sheffield.

Then, she suddenly hugged Koshei.

"Eh? What's wrong, Iris? What happened?"

Even Koshe was confused by the sudden hug. He looked at Sheffield who was embarrassed beside him with some bewilderment.

"You asked me what happened. I also wanted to ask you what happened!" Iris hugged Koshe tightly, her tone full of worry, "Why didn't you tell me about the guns and the Lateran Executor?"

After hearing this, Koshe finally understood the whole story.

"Don't worry, nothing happened." He gently hugged Iris, patted her back, and comforted her, "It's just a small episode. Solomons will use his authority to hide those guns. Don't worry."

Sheffield stood aside, subconsciously avoiding his sight.

This kind of situation was indeed a bit embarrassing for him. Although the people in the family council did not have a good relationship with each other, nor were they able to talk about anything, but when it came to gossip, those powerful young men were no worse than anyone else.

Even old uncle Solomons sometimes showed some interest in such things.

And in the eyes of several people in the parliament, Iris and Koshe's little tricks were nothing new.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see some clues. Perhaps only Koshei, who was in the middle of it, did not understand his situation.

Father, like son.

"So... how are those people now?" After a moment, Iris, who confirmed that Koshe was indeed fine, released the hug and asked, "Those Laterans, have they found out anything?"

"At least not yet," Koshe said frankly. "Before they arrived at the dock, Manchester had contacted Solomons to pick up the goods. No evidence was found at the scene, but they must still have doubts and may go to Solomons' winery to check."

"What should we do if we are discovered?"

Iris frowned slightly, and her words indicated that she was asking Koshei for instructions on whether the three executors should never be allowed to leave Syracuse.

"At least at this time, let's trust other families a little bit," Koshe looked at Sheffield, stared at him for a moment, and said, "Now, except for my family who is not in Syracuse and the Bligh family represented by Anata, all the members of the parliament are inseparable from this matter."

"what do you mean……"

Iris seemed to understand something and her brows relaxed.

"Think about Solomons' daily behavior. Even we are often helpless against him. How can we get even a little benefit from him with just those few executors?" Koshe smiled and said frankly, "Although the Syracusans like to settle things with money, when it comes to life and death, they will unconsciously unite with each other to fight against foreign enemies."

"Hmm...that's true."

Iris stroked her chin with her hand and suddenly noticed the pot of chrysanthemums on the windowsill. The sunlight filtered through the tiny petals, bringing out its color.

It just stays quietly on the windowsill, and perhaps it will stay here for the rest of its life until it dies.

Iris herself didn't know why she suddenly thought of these things. To her, perhaps her own ending would be the same as that of the pot of chrysanthemums.

Until Koshe appeared and broke her peaceful life.

Or rather, it made her see something different.

Looking at Koshe's profile, Iris's eyes showed many complicated emotions.

But in the end she just closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again and returned to her previous appearance.

Some things go without saying.

Some things cannot be described in words.

Chapter 22: The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional

“Well, as you can see, Ms. Xila, this is the winery that our Solomons family is in charge of.”

In the winery, Solomons was walking in front with a cane, introducing the layout of the facilities to Xila and others.

Xila walked slowly along the corridor, looking at the wine barrels piled on both sides of the way, thinking about something.

Sariel followed behind Xila with a sullen look on his face. No doubt he was still angry about Solomons's earlier rude remarks.

The Laterans valued collective honor, and Solomon's words undoubtedly offended Sariel, who had a strong sense of honor.

Even Sang Yangsha, who grew up with Sariel, felt helpless about this.

Everyone has something that they value most. Even Sang Yangsha himself regards his wife as extremely important, so he thinks he has no right to criticize Sariel.