You don't even want to call me godfather

However, now on another country's territory, Sariel seemed a little impulsive.

Resolving conflicts through tolerance is an indispensable quality in diplomacy.

"Well, this is the central hall of the winery. Usually, visiting guests are accommodated here." After a long time, Solomons stopped in a wide space. He turned around and said to Xila and others, "If you want to search here, please go ahead."

Xila looked around but didn't find any place where an ambush might be.

If she was a little skeptical when she first received the order, she sensed something from the attitudes of Koshe and others at the dock.

Based on her many years of experience as an executor, she knew that Syracuse was smuggling firearms, but without key evidence, she had no way to expose the disguise of these colluded Syracuse people.

Solomon, who had been hurling insults at them just a few minutes ago, now allowed them to search at will. Xila couldn't help but wonder if there was an ambush here.

"Excuse me, Mr. Solomons," but Xila did not rush to search. Instead, she asked first, "Can we open those barrels and check them?"

Looking around, there were many places to hide things in this huge winery, but Xila's first suspicion was the large wine barrels that were right in front of him.

"Uh, sorry, I can't," Solomons cleared his throat, and looked up at the three people in front of him, saying, "Those are sealed wines for transportation. Once opened, they will come into contact with air and ruin the taste. They are also goods to be traded to Victoria. If they are damaged before being sent to Victoria, it will be very difficult for me to deal with it."

"..." Xila and Solomons looked at each other. She had sufficient reason to suspect that the firearms they were looking for were in these wine barrels, but Solomons' words also confirmed that they could not act recklessly here. "Is that so... I understand, Mr. Solomons."

"Well, thank you for your understanding," Solomons smiled hypocritically. He knew what Xila was worried about, and he also took advantage of this worry. "After all, we are a country in Syracuse that values ​​trade very much, and we don't want trade with other countries to be delayed because of trivial matters."

Xila sighed secretly. She knew that she had probably made another wasted trip, but she could do nothing about it.

The Syracusans have a kind of bloodiness in their bones, which is difficult to be seen in people from other countries except Kazdel.

This kind of bloodiness also means that Xila and his men will not get any benefits here.

Just as she was thinking secretly, the headset hanging on her ear rang again.

"Hmm?" Xila was a little confused. She instructed the other two, "Saliye, Sang Yangsha, search here first. Don't offend Mr. Solomons. I'll leave for a moment."

Then, she walked back along the same path she had come from to the corridor. Seeing that there was no one around, she answered the call.

"It's me, Xila."

"..."

"What did you say? Give up the investigation? But..."

"The International Conference? The International Messenger? The Eurasian team? What's going on?"

Xila suddenly realized her own gaffe, she looked around and lowered her voice.

"But... why is it that kid Asan? He is just an executor of Section 2. How can he be qualified for the role of the Messenger of Nations..."

"...Yes, I understand. I'm very sorry. I lost my composure."

After hanging up the phone, Xila's face was full of disbelief.

It's a mess. Everything is a mess.

She looked back, then looked down at her feet helplessly, scratching her hair with both hands, not knowing how to accept her superior's new decision.

No matter how she tried, she never imagined that the higher-ups would decide to assign her son, Azazel, and the team of Operations Section 2 led by Ouya to come to Syracuse as messengers of all nations and be responsible for picking up and dropping off the king of Syracuse, the Godfather.

Xila had a hunch that not only she, but also Syracuse, Syracuse's godfather, and her son Azazel were all involved in an invisible conspiracy.

As a person who can only follow orders, she has no way or ability to escape from it.

……

"Uncle Ouya, Asa, wake up!"

In the wilderness outside Syracuse, a car was driving at a constant speed.

In the car, Raphael, who was sitting in the back seat, woke up Azazel next to him and Ou Ya who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Hmm? Hmm? Are we there yet?"

Ouya opened his eyes drowsily. Driving from Lateran to Syracuse was quite a long journey, and the driver had changed shifts on the way, so the taciturn Ben Hong was the one driving now.

"Well... we can see Syracuse from here." Seeing that both of them were awake, Raphael put his hands behind his head and leaned comfortably on the back seat. "After traveling all night, I am so sleepy. I am still worried about whether I will encounter some foreign creatures on the road. Uncle Ouya and Asa are so lucky. They are sleeping so soundly."

"Ah...um..."

Azazel rubbed his eyes, held his forehead and leaned back in the back seat.

"How do you feel, Azazel?" After Ou Ya sobered up a little, he looked through the rearview mirror at Azazel who seemed to be feeling unwell in the back seat and asked, "You don't look too well."

"Well... I don't know if I should say this," Azazel put down his hand, let his head rest on the back seat, and said hesitantly, "It just feels... a little scary."

"Hmm? How terrible is that?"

"Hmm... should I say it feels heavy... meeting the monarch of a country still makes me nervous."

Azazel spoke out what was in his mind, and it was undoubted that he would have such thoughts since he had never left Lateran.

"I see," Ou Ya understood. Looking at the worried Azazel in the rearview mirror, he shrugged and consoled him, "But you don't have to worry so much. According to the Scourge Messenger who traveled around the countries last month, the current ruler of Syracuse is a man respected by the people as the Godfather. He seems to be about the same age as you kids."

"Eh? Really?" Before Azazel could say anything, Raphael had already made a shocked sound, "Eh~ We are both the same age, why is it that he is already the monarch of a country, while I am not even an executor of Section 1..."

"How could you think in this direction, kid?" Ou Ya felt at a loss for words. He continued to comfort her, "Wealth and status are often accompanied by killing. Maybe you envy others' abilities, but have you ever thought about how much effort and sacrifice they have made to get this position?"

He does not mean that.

Perhaps Ou Ya himself did not realize the information revealed in his words, but the several young people who were listening nearby all discovered the clues.

Ben Hong was a man of few words to begin with, and at this moment he said nothing, concentrating on driving.

Azazel looked out the window deliberately, as if he didn't like this topic very much.

Only Raphael felt deeply that Uncle Ou Ya seemed to have had important memories, but those seemed to be the deep sadness buried deep in his heart.

For someone like her who has nothing, there is no way she knows what that feels like.

Although she didn't quite understand, she just felt that Uncle Ou Ya seemed to be a pitiful man.

Chapter 23 The Messenger of Nations

"Bang, squeak—"

Government building, conference room.

Koshe pushed the door open in a hurry, and pulled Iris, who was looking for him, and Loft, who was taking care of the children at home, in as well.

Two people were already seated at the conference table, Anna Tabray and Sig Manchester.

Including Sheffield who followed Koshe, there are now six people in the eight seats.

"Hold an emergency family meeting," Koshei walked quickly to the chief seat and sat down. He calmed his breath a little, and after everyone was seated, he announced, "Hold a meeting to discuss Syracuse's current situation."

"I was wondering, didn't we just have a family meeting, Godfather?" Anna Tabray, the only one who didn't know about this except for her family, asked first, "Two meetings were held in a row. Is there something unexpected going on?"

"You really don't know anything about what's going on in the country, Bly," Sheffield said before Koshei could even open his mouth. "The Lateran executors are turning Syracuse upside down, and you don't even know what's going on?"

"Latlan's executor? Why haven't I heard of this?" Anna Tabray frowned when she heard this. Looking at the unnatural expressions of the people present, she asked doubtfully, "Wait... am I the only one who doesn't know about this?"

"Don't worry about these things for now, Bligh," Koshe interrupted Bligh's dissatisfaction at the right time, and said, "The problem now is that the second group of Lateran's executors have arrived in Syracuse."

"The second batch?" Manchester covered his mouth, thinking about something. "What is Lateran planning to do? Is he planning to keep sending people to Syracuse until he can gather an army?"

"Squeak-"

"Well, I guess we don't have to take it so badly, Manchester."

At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open again, and Solomons walked in with a cane.

He bypassed Sheffield and Manchester and slowly sat down in a seat next to Koshe.

"Solomons? How come you..." Seeing Solomons coming, Koshei couldn't help but feel surprised, "Have you dealt with the problems of those executors?"

"Well, it's better to say that they left on their own," Solomons shrugged and propped one arm on the table. "After that woman received a call, she hurriedly took the other two away. There was not even a search. I was thinking that if they were really exposed, I would just kill them."

"Do you intend to bring about a war between Syracuse and the Lateran, Solomon?"

Hearing this, Sheffield could no longer sit still. He stood up, looked at Solomons, and asked unkindly.

"I'm a businessman, a merchant, you know, I only care about money," Solomons said indifferently, "If I can make some war money and arms money from this, then I don't mind it happening."

"Solomons! You!"

"Ahem, two adults, can you please stop for a moment?" Koshei said helplessly, stopping the increasingly tense atmosphere between the two. "I didn't call you together to have a quarrel. Solomons, don't tease him. Sheffield, you too, are all adults. Don't be so impatient."

"...Yes, I understand, Godfather."

Sheffield calmed down, sat down, and ignored Solomons.

Solomons just shrugged indifferently and said nothing more.

"Are you all calm?" Koshe looked around at the people in front of him before continuing, "Let's continue with the previous topic. What do you think about the issue of Lateran sending people to visit Syracuse so many times?"

"Well, I think we shouldn't worry about the firearms for now," Solomons was the first to express his opinion. "The woman named Xila is undoubtedly the leader of the three executors. She doesn't seem like a brave person. If she can't find anything, she will just leave it at that. What's more, she gave up the opportunity to search, even though those things are clearly within their reach."

"Well... I roughly understand what happened," Anna Tabray said immediately afterwards, "Since we don't have to worry about the gun problem, the next thing we have to deal with is the second group of executors with unknown intentions."

"Syracuse signed peace agreements with various countries in its early years. I suspect this matter is related to that agreement."

Just when everyone was confused about the intentions of the second group of executors, Manchester, the oldest one, spoke.

"Hmm? What do you mean, Manchester?"

Manchester's words caught Koshe's attention, and he asked.

"Earlier, when William Patrick was still alive, people from Lateran visited Syracuse several times," Manchester recalled the past and said, "Generally speaking, people from Lateran would have no reason to visit Syracuse unless..."

"unless?"

"Unless it is something that concerns the entire world," Manchester nodded to himself and thought, "For example... the Universal Conference. Previously, only when a Universal Conference was needed would the Lateran people come to Syracuse and invite the administrators of Syracuse, a recognized country, to attend the meeting in Lateran."

"You mean... the second batch of executors are the messengers of all nations?"

Koshei had not thought of this idea, but it was true. As he had just taken office and managed the country not long ago, he had never encountered such a situation.

The fact that Xila and others came to search for smuggled firearms really disrupted his ability to think calmly.

"Indeed, there is no need for Rutland to be so persistent about a firearms matter," Sheffield, who has been engaged in firearms smuggling for many years, also agreed with Manchester's idea. He said, "As a neutral country, Rutland's move is too resentful. Moreover, if one team of executors can't find anything, how can we guarantee that two teams can find it?"

"Hmm... that does make sense," Koshe thought for a moment, and then instructed Loft, who was sitting in the vice seat, "Loft, go to the border first to pick up the second group of people. Remember, don't say too much. I'll come over after I say a few more words."

"Yes, Godfather, I understand."

Loft received the order and stood up and left the meeting room.

"Solomons, the guns are all in your factory now, right?"

Koshe turned to Solomons and asked.

"Yes, that's right. They were stored in those wine barrels that were within easy reach. The Laterans had clearly become suspicious, but they suddenly gave up the search," Solomons pursed his lips and said, "It might be because of that communication. The woman named Xila was very wary, and I couldn't find out the specific content."

"Is that so..." Koshe thought for a moment and stood up. "Don't move the things yet. Since they have already been to the winery, whether they need to continue the search or not, they should not find you for the time being. The other families should also take care of each other. Now is the time to work together to protect everyone. I don't want to see any civil unrest. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand, Godfather."

"Then let's adjourn the meeting and go back to our respective tasks. Don't let the Lateran people see any clues. Iris, let's go."

"Ah."

Iris responded, and she followed Koshei silently and left the meeting room together.

……

At the border of Syracuse, Ou Ya's car stopped at the checkpoint, and several people sat in the car, waiting for Koshei's arrival.

During this time, Azazel took out his cell phone more than once, seeming to be quite worried.

"Azazel, what are you thinking about?" Ou Ya had already switched to the driver's seat. He turned his head and asked Azazel in the back seat, "We don't seem to be in such a hurry. It's been less than an hour and you've already checked the time more than a dozen times."

"No... not looking at the time..." Azazel responded in a low voice, "Mother said she is also in Ratlan now, and seems to have known our mission."

"Hmm? What did she say?"

"She told us not to worry about them. They had completed their mission and would be back soon. She told us to complete our mission in peace."

Azazel put away his phone and spoke absentmindedly.

"Well... after all, Section Chief Xila is often busy with official business, so there's nothing we can do about it," Ou Ya reached out and patted Azazel on the head, saying, "Okay, don't be so depressed. You're going to meet an important person later. How can you behave like this?"