You don't even want to call me godfather

"Ok, I know."

Azazel smiled bitterly, he looked up and saw three figures walking towards them not far away.

"Are those the people we are looking for?"

"Looking at the situation, it should be."

Ou Ya subconsciously grabbed his scattergun and was about to get out of the car, but then he thought that this might be inappropriate, so he threw the gun back into the car.

Azazel and others also got out of the car.

Several people crossed the border, and Koshei and others had also walked in front of them.

The two teams met in this way.

Looking at the three people in front of him, a girl, a boy, and a man about the same age as Ou Ya, Azazel subconsciously regarded Loft as the target of their trip.

But after the few people stopped, the first person to come forward was the boy who was about the same age as him.

"Are you the...godfather of Syracuse?" Ou Ya, as the leader of this team, also stepped forward and extended a hand to Koshe. "We are here on the orders of the bishop. We are the executor team of Section 2 of the Operations Department of the Lateran Notary Office. We are the messengers of all nations. You can call me Ou Ya."

Koshe raised his head slightly. It seemed that Manchester's guess was correct. These people did come for the International Conference.

So he also stretched out his hand and shook hands with Ou Ya.

"Koshei Cascade, the godfather of Syracuse," Koshei withdrew his hand and said, "Since we are here for an important matter, would you mind following me to a quiet place to discuss this incident?"

"Well... of course, Godfather Cascade," Ou Ya quickly got used to the title of Godfather, and he agreed, "Also, can you listen to me? That is... we drove for a day and a night on the way to Syracuse, and we are already a little thirsty, you see..."

Koshe nodded to show his understanding.

He originally wanted to invite a few people to the mansion for a meeting, but when he thought of the sensitive identity of Ω in the house, another more suitable place immediately appeared in Koshe's mind.

"I wonder if you would like to taste the fine wine of Syracuse?"

Chapter 24: Learning from the Past and Predicting the Future

“Ding! Wow——”

The golden liquor was poured into the glass, and the ice cubes rolled up and down under the flow of the liquor.

"Your whiskey, Kosh'e."

Jill pushed a wine glass in front of Koshei, and then turned his gaze to the several Saktas standing nearby.

"Well... let's have something light, we still have to drive later." Jill's sudden gaze made Ou Ya hesitate for a moment. He turned around to look at Azazel and others standing nervously behind him, and said to Jill, "Give these kids a few drinks too."

"They?" Jill had just taken out the bottom of the wine. After hearing this, he glanced at the few people and asked, "Are they adults?"

"Why do you have so many rules and regulations?" Koshe said, "When you served me the wine, I was underage, wasn't I?"

In fact, the person who was most embarrassed by Jill's question was Azazel.

It seems that from the beginning, whether at home, facing my mother and sister, or at work, facing my tutor Ou Ya and colleagues in other departments or classes, I am often treated like a child.

He was clearly an adult, although only for a month, but even Raphael and Ben Hong in the team took care of him in every way, intentionally or unintentionally.

"okay."

Jill shrugged and went back to work. She didn't look very happy.

"Cha-"

"Hoo---Well, let's get down to business."

Koshe took a match from the matchbox on the bar, lit a cigarette, and said.

It was already getting close to evening, but the bar had been cleared out and was empty except for these two groups of people.

"Don't worry, she's the bartender, and she's the most tight-lipped person in all of Syracuse, don't worry about it."

Noticing that Ou Ya's eyes fell on Jill from time to time, and it seemed a little difficult to speak, Koshe said.

"Well... since Godfather, you said so," Ou Ya nodded, and stopped paying attention to Jill who was busy. He looked at Koshe's profile and said, "Regarding what I told you before, the International Conference..."

"Before that, could you please tell me, Ou Ya," Koshei suddenly interrupted Ou Ya's speech and asked, "the nature of the Universal Conference and the reason for inviting me to attend."

"This one……"

Ou Ya was a little speechless. Not to mention how much he knew about the International Conference, the fact that the superiors ordered their team of executors from Section 2 to act as messengers for the International Conference was already very puzzling.

The combat team was sent to conduct diplomacy. If it wasn't for the order from the bishop himself, Ou Ya couldn't help but wonder if the person who issued the order had something wrong with his brain.

"Your wine."

Just when Ou Ya was feeling embarrassed, Jill brought four glasses of wine of different colors and placed them next to Ou Ya.

"Regarding the International Conference..."

Ou Ya picked up the largest cup and moved the others in front of Azazel and the others. He picked up the glass and was about to moisten his dry mouth, but when he thought of the king sitting next to him waiting for his reply, he put down the glass hesitantly.

"In fact, even you don't know the details," Koshe raised his glass and looked at the ice cubes rolling in the wine through the dim light of the bar, and said absentmindedly, "After all, a qualified diplomat would not follow others to a place like a bar for talks."

"This one……"

"The Lateran is a neutral country recognized by the world, and it is also the most authoritative religious and political country." Just when Ou Ya didn't know how to answer, Ben Hong, who had remained silent since entering Syracuse, came from behind him and explained to Koshei, "Any land recognized by the Lateran is a 'country' recognized by the whole world in the true sense, and these countries will receive invitations to the International Conference. You are no exception, Godfather."

Ou Ya was stunned. He had not expected Ben Hong's behavior. It would be more accurate to say that Ben Hong's behavior was a little too bold.

"Well, that's right." But unexpectedly, Koshe did not pursue Ben Hong's usurpation, but continued to ask, "Then can you tell me why the diplomatic work that should have been carried out by the messenger is now handled by the executor of your notary office?"

"..." Ben Hong thought briefly, and then she realized that she didn't seem to know the reason, so she could only answer, "We are just following orders."

Koshe nodded, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Then he frowned slightly.

Ouya's heart skipped a beat. Koshei seemed to be dissatisfied. Was it possible that something in Ben Hong's words and actions just now had offended him?

But he didn't know that the reason why Koshei frowned was simply because -

Why is this whiskey so weak, as if it was diluted with water?

"Well, I know the general situation. Since it's an invitation from Lateran, an authoritative country, I should accept it, right?"

Koshei put down his wine glass, turned his head and scanned the people one by one.

Finally, his eyes fell on Azazel. For some reason, this young man gave him a strange feeling.

Familiar yet strange, as if the two had met several times, but this was only their first meeting.

"There's no need to rush, Godfather," Ou Ya pulled Ben Hong's arm and pulled her back, and said to Koshei, "Syracuse is the country closest to Lateran. You have more time than other countries to prepare for the International Conference."

"Yes, I understand," Koshe

"Generally speaking, you only need to bring one guard you trust the most." Seeing that Koshe's attitude was basically determined, Ou Ya drank the wine in the cup, then stood up and nodded to him, "We will be responsible for your transportation, so don't worry about any emergencies on the way. Lateran City is also very peaceful, so you can rest assured about your safety."

"Won't you sit down for a while?"

Seeing that Ou Ya seemed to have the intention to leave, Koshe asked symbolically.

"No, Godfather," Ou Ya politely refused, "We will be waiting for you at the border. If you are ready, please come to the border and we will take you to Lateran City."

"Well," Koshei didn't look at Ou Ya, he just raised his glass, "No."

Faced with Koshe's indifference, Ou Ya was embarrassed but didn't know what to say.

After signaling to Koshei again, he left the bar with Azazel and the others.

"Koshei, what do you say now?"

After a few people left the bar, Iris took the lead and walked to the seat in front of Koshei and sat down, asking.

"There is no doubt that Syracuse has no bargaining power in front of a powerful country," Koshe drank the wine in his glass bit by bit, put the glass on the bar, and said absentmindedly, "Just now, I have thought about it."

"What have you thought about?"

Iris was puzzled, but as Koshei gradually turned his gaze to her, she also felt something was wrong.

"Iris, please accompany me on this trip to Rutland."

"Ah, ah?" Iris was confused for a moment. This was indeed something she had not expected. "Are you kidding me, Koshe? In this kind of national diplomatic occasion, I, a wolf hunter..."

"I don't trust anyone else," Koshe said calmly, words that would have dealt a heavy blow to Iris in some way. "Right now, the only one I can trust is you."

"This, this, this is not good, right?" Iris panicked for a moment, but noticing that Koshe didn't look like he was joking, she gradually calmed herself down, "Well... I know, but Lisa's child..."

"Leave it to Loft," Koshe turned sideways and looked at Loft behind him, "After all, he has a child. If I let him take care of the child, Iris will be relieved, right?"

"You treat me as your nanny, Godfather..."

Hearing this, Loft smiled helplessly.

Although he did not care about these, it was his duty as a veteran cadre to take care of Lisa, who was Koshe's cousin.

After all, to some extent, Lisa can basically be regarded as the "eldest lady" of the Cascade family.

"Well, Iris, please go back to the welfare home and talk to Lisa," Koshe continued when they agreed, "I have something I need to talk to Loft about."

"Um... okay," Iris said to Koshei as she stood up and left the bar, "I'll come find you when I'm ready."

"Well, go ahead." After watching Iris leave, Koshe looked at the door of the bar and said, "Loft, I may have to trouble you with something else."

"You say, Godfather."

"During my absence from Syracuse, the family council and domestic affairs will be left to you for the time being," Koshe instructed. "As for Ω and Hong, these two children are also worrying, but at least they know you, so I'll have to trouble you to take care of them."

"You might as well let me open a nursery, Godfather," Loft smiled, but agreed, "Just take care of the children. I'm sure Helen will like these children very much. After what happened with Leah, her love for children almost drowned Mikhail."

"Then I'll trouble you, Loft, to give my regards to Mrs. Helen, and to let me know if you need anything."

"Don't worry, Godfather," Loft nodded. "I'll take my leave now. I have to tell Helen about this."

"Jill, is this whiskey mixed with water?" After Loft left the bar, Koshe asked Jill, "It feels... like it tastes a little weird."

"...You've had enough troubles, haven't you, Koshe?" Jill paused, and with her back to Koshe, she placed the washed wine glasses in the cabinet without answering Koshe's question. She just said without turning her head, "Whiskey and cigarettes again."

"..."

Koshe didn't answer. As usual, Jill always hit the nail on the head and pointed out his difficulties.

This time is no exception.

"You've been having a hard time lately, haven't you? I can sense it, Koshe," Jill put the glasses away, turned around and looked at him, "Because sometimes I feel the same way, so I helped you reduce your alcohol intake."

"Nothing really escapes your eyes, Jill," Koshe shook his head helplessly, and then made a joke, "With your ability to perceive words and actions, it's a waste of talent to be a bartender here."

"You lost your father, Koshei, and now you've lost your sister," Jill leaned against the wine cabinet, crossed her arms, and looked at him, "I thought you would change, but that's not the case."

"Enough!" Koshe slammed the bar, stood up, and stared into Jill's eyes. "Since the bullet that knocked down Anjie, do you think I haven't faced enough things now? The war between the government and the family ended long ago. Forget it completely... Jill."

Jill ignored Koshe's anger. She was always mean and sometimes she would make Koshe angry to make him aware of his problems.

"Will you go find her, Koshe?" After a long while, Jill asked again, "Go find Anjie. Boss often misses her now."

Koshe suppressed his anger, he sighed, raised his head slightly, looked at the ceiling of the bar, and after a long while, he said -

"Angie... She has become the past. I don't care about the past, and I don't want to care about the future anymore."

Chapter 25: Sentimentality

"I am back."

As usual, when he returned home, Koshe shouted this to the people inside.

But he understood that in this home now, there was no longer the person who used to welcome him back every day.

Adding to the hurtful words Jill had said to him not long ago, Koshei was in a depressed mood. He changed into slippers at the entrance and walked into the living room.

"Kosh-e!"

Suddenly, there were the sounds of footsteps coming from upstairs.

Hong trotted down the stairs and threw herself into Koshe's arms.

"Koshei, Koshei..."

"What's wrong, Red?"