You don't even want to call me godfather

Koshe asked, looking at Hong rubbing against him in his arms with some confusion.

"The red...red...red skirt has a corner torn..."

Hong's voice trembled slightly, as if feelings of grievance and sadness were mixed together.

Looking at such a lovely Hong, Koshe's heart softened immediately.

When people are in a bad mood, a hug can really heal a lot of unhappiness and troubles.

"It's okay, Hong, it's okay," Koshe smiled. He gently stroked Hong's hair and comforted her, "I can fix it, Hong, don't worry."

"Um, really?"

Hong raised her little head, her exposed ear trembled, and her tail behind her drooped and swayed weakly from side to side.

"Of course, when have I ever lied to Hong?" Koshei touched her head again and said, "Come on, go to the room, I'll help you sew it up."

Hong looked at Koshei, and after a moment, she nodded, released her arms from around Koshei, and trotted up the stairs.

Koshe followed behind, went up to the second floor, and came to Destiny's former room.

After Destiny's death, Hong has been living in this room.

Ω sometimes sleeps here too. Although the two little ones were tense when they first met, they are both children after all, and Ω can read minds, so it didn't take long for them to play together.

"Koshe, here," Hong pointed at the skirt on the bed in the room, "Hong wanted to wear it again, but when I took it out, I don't know what caught it, and there was a tear here."

Hong picked up the skirt and displayed it in front of Koshei.

The rip is not big and the skirt itself is red, so it should be fine if you sew it up with red thread.

Koshe walked to the closet. When he was practicing physical skills in the past, his clothes would often be torn. His mother had taught him the sewing techniques at that time. The box for needles and thread had always been kept in the closet in Destiny's room.

He opened the closet and saw the clothes that Destiny often wore when he was alive. He took out the sewing box from the corner of the closet.

"Give me the skirt first, Hong, I will restore it to its original state."

Koshe took the skirt, sat down on the bed, spread the torn part of the skirt between his knees, and began to thread the needle and sew.

And Hong sat obediently beside him, looking at him quietly.

"Koshei...are you leaving?"

After a long time, Hong suddenly asked.

"Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Upon hearing this, Koshe paused for a moment, then continued sewing as if nothing had happened.

"Iris sister told Hong earlier," Hong stared at Koshe's serious profile and said, "She said something...politics? It's something Hong finds hard to understand."

"Hong doesn't need to think about these things," Koshe said, with a barely perceptible flash of emotion in his eyes. "If it's hard to understand, then there's no need to try to understand it. I always do this."

"But..." Hong's eyes were not on Koshei. She squatted on the bed, hugged her knees, and looked at the ground with an unknown feeling. "If... Koshei is not by Hong's side, Hong will be so lonely that she will almost die."

"Haha, that's not so exaggerated." Koshe couldn't help but laugh as he watched Hong hugging her knees in grievance. "Don't worry, she'll be back soon. During this time, Lovett next door will help take care of Hong and Ω."

"Can--"

"It's done," Koshei interrupted what Hong was about to say. He picked up the skirt and turned it back and forth. "It should be fine now, right, Hong?"

"Well……"

Hong didn't continue to pester him. Although she was stupid, she was more sensitive to emotions than anyone else, and she could see that Koshe didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.

"Speaking of which, where did Ω go?"

"She should be in Koshe's study," Hong took the skirt and looked a little unhappy, "Usually when Koshe is not around, she will be waiting there."

"Is that so..." Koshe also felt Hong's mood. The current atmosphere was indeed a bit depressing. "I will leave in about an hour. When I come back, I will take Hong to buy a gift. Before that, Hong should think carefully about what gift to ask for."

Koshe stood up, put the sewing box back into the closet, and before leaving the room, he made an agreement with Hong to buy a gift. Monthly fee (group 69493) 6135

Hong sat on the bed in a daze, holding the skirt, but her mood couldn't improve at all.

"Actually... I have already decided..."

Looking at the closed door, Hong muttered to herself absentmindedly.

Koshe came downstairs and Iris was already standing at the door of the mansion, waiting for him.

He gave Iris a look, and Iris nodded, indicating that there was no hurry.

"Ω?"

It seemed that Koshei had been out dealing with the firearms matters for a little longer than he had expected. The light in the study was still on, and the folded books on the table were still there, but there was no sign of Ω.

But when he walked past the desk, he finally saw Ω, a small ball, curled up in his chair, seemingly asleep.

"Ω?"

He leaned over and called out "Ω" softly to avoid scaring her while she was sleeping.

"Well……"

Ω pursed his lips, frowned, and opened his eyes dazedly.

"Dad... hold me..."

Omega, who had just woken up, was not fully awake yet, but just instinctively did what she wanted to do most.

Looking at the white-haired ball in front of him, Koshei also had a little smile in his eyes.

He easily lifted Ω's body, and the latter wrapped her slender arms around his neck.

"Let's go, let's take you back to your room."

"Um……"

Feeling Ω's petite and light body, and the waist and arms that seemed to be broken at a touch, Koshe's eyes returned to the way they were at the beginning, dull and tired.

Stroking Ω's somewhat dry white hair, he remembered the day he brought Ω back.

I can only sigh that times have changed and things and people are no longer the same.

Feeling Ω's even breathing beside his ear, Koshei had already carried her to the second floor, to his room.

After adopting Ω, Koshei basically gave her his room.

Because of the special nature of Ω's identity, she could only stay at home and could not see the scenery outside. Hong and Koshe became the few people she could contact.

Besides them, the only people who knew about the existence of Ω were Iris and Loft.

"dad……"

"I'm here."

Koshe put Ω on the bed, and Ω folded her wings comfortably behind her back. He covered her with a quilt.

"Dad..." But just as Koshe was about to stand up, Ω suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Where are you going..."

Koshe was speechless, now that Msisha was gone and Idhela would never help him, so his thoughts were basically exposed in front of Ω.

"Well... I have some business abroad," Koshe looked to the side with a guilty look, "I will be back in a few days, don't worry."

"Hmm... Is that so..." Ω seemed to have read something from Koshe's thoughts, but she did not expose him. Instead, she said sympathetically, "Then I will stay at home and wait for Dad to come back."

"Be good, Ω, I'll be back soon."

Koshe leaned over and touched Ω's head.

Under Ω's all-seeing eyes, he left the room with mixed feelings.

"What's wrong, Koshe? It seems like you can't come back."

At the entrance of the mansion, Iris leaned against the door with her arms folded across her chest. She looked at the depressed Koshei and asked.

"It's hard to say," Koshei stood at the door, checking the number of bullets in the guns and the two daggers Dana had given him, and said, "It's called the International Conference, but the gun smuggling thing hasn't ended yet. It might as well be a Hongmen Banquet."

"When it comes to critical events like this, you always think more than I do, Koshe."

Iris sighed and said, indeed, perhaps Koshei rarely pays attention to the details, but in these special areas, he is indeed the most suitable leader.

"Where's Iris? Isn't there anything you miss before you leave?"

Koshe checked the weapons and hid them back inside his clothes.

"As for me... the only one I can worry about now is Lisa," Iris shook her head and said with mixed feelings, "They said I would take care of her until the day when 'mother' comes back, but I can't even count how many years have passed."

"Ah, time flies by so fast," Koshe smiled bitterly, "When I first met you, you were still painting by the river, but now you are going to another country with me to conduct diplomacy."

"Well, life is like this, it's unpredictable, no one knows what tomorrow will be like," Iris shrugged, looking nonchalant, "But..."

"but?"

"Whether it's growing vegetables, drawing, or playing musical instruments, it's all fun. There are endless books in the library," Iris said, looking at the wall with some fascination. "Most importantly, I can experience the joy of leisurely killing time. This is what my 'mother' taught me a long time ago... I like this feeling."

"You're still blaming me. Don't you also act like you're not going to come back?" Koshe patted Iris' shoulder gently, joked, and said, "But... maybe it's because we all have concerns that we're so worried. It's just that sometimes we seem too sentimental."

"Oh, yes."

Iris lowered her head slightly, her bangs covering her eyes, making it impossible for Koshe to see her expression.

The two stood at the door, both silent. They didn't know what the other was thinking, but they could vaguely sense each other's thoughts.

After a long while, Iris said:

"But at least this proves that we are still human beings with emotions."

Chapter 26: The Rage of the Syracusans

When Koshe and Iris walked out of the mansion, the sky was beginning to darken.

"Godfather! Please wait a moment!"

Just as they were about to leave, a shout stopped them.

"Loft?" Koshe looked in the direction of the voice and saw Loft standing there, with a dozen of his followers behind him. "What are you doing?"

Those party members were all wearing family crests, and judging by the style, they were undoubtedly veteran cadres of the family. When Koshei was still a godson, he had many interactions with them and also saw several familiar faces in the crowd.

Among them, there is even Jose, who has not been seen for a long time and has been demoted from a cadre to an ordinary party member, and Sheffield, who disappeared when Koshe met with Azazel and others.

"Hearing that you were leaving Syracuse, several cadres wanted to come and see you off in person," Loft explained. "We are all cadres who came from the generation of Godfather Ulysses. We value your safety more than anything else."

"What's the point of sending me off? I'm just going to another country to attend a meeting. Don't make it seem like I can't come back." Koshei was also quite touched, but looking at these familiar faces, he also had an indescribable feeling. He had to change the subject and told them, "Domestic affairs will be left to you for the time being. Protect Syracuse before I come back."

"We understand, Godfather," one of the cadres stepped forward and said, "I am in charge of the southernmost district. According to the border manager, the first group of executors who came to Syracuse have already left."

"Xila and the others..." Hearing this, Koshe fell into a brief thought. He knew that the smuggling of firearms would not be so easy to end. Besides, after he arrived in Rutland, it would be difficult to avoid meeting Xila and the others again. "Okay, I understand. Increase the management and inspection of the border. If similar situations occur again, inform Loft first, and then inform Sheffield to deal with them."

"Yes, I understand, Godfather."

The cadre stepped back, and it was at this moment that Koshe noticed that Sheffield had his head down, and seemed to be hesitating, as if he was hiding something.

"Sheffield?"

Koshe called out his last name, but Sheffield was still lost in his own thoughts.

"Luca!"

It was not until Koshe called his name that he reacted, raised his head, and met Koshe's gaze somewhat awkwardly.

"What are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed in it?" Looking at this "little follower" he had been with for more than a month, Koshe suddenly had an idea and teased, "Could it be that you have someone in your heart?"

"Godfather!"

But unexpectedly, Sheffield suddenly ran forward and hugged Koshei fiercely.

"What, what happened?" Koshei subconsciously took a half step back. He had never seen Sheffield like this before. "Hey, Luca, tell me what happened?"

Feeling Sheffield's helplessness and anxiety that were almost overflowing, Koshe sighed secretly.

Sheffield is a kid who is often unpopular.

Although the firearms smuggling business is also an indispensable lifeline of Syracuse, except for the Cascade family and the original government, other citizens and business families are suspicious of the Sheffield family.

The Sheffield family never causes disputes, but they have been doing business as arms dealers for generations, which, in a way, is also a manifestation of being both powerful and independent.

But even Koshei felt that it was a little unfair that he was suspected and prejudiced by everyone just because of his background.