You don't even want to call me godfather

"Godfather," Ben Hong, who had remained silent all the way, spoke at this moment, "Excuse me, can you do me a favor?"

"Please say."

Although he didn't know what the situation was, Koshe agreed.

Ben Hong suddenly raised a camera, opened the lens and aimed it at Koshei and Azazel.

"Please look straight ahead and act like you are riding seriously."

"Hmm?" Koshe was stunned for a moment. This strange girl who had never spoken a word to him from beginning to end suddenly made such a strange request, which made him confused. "What do you want to do?"

At the same time, he cast a puzzled look at Iris behind Ben Hong, but Iris also shook her head, indicating that she knew nothing.

"I just wanted to take a picture," Ben Hong raised his camera and put one eye close to it, saying, "This is my habit and also a hobby, recording everyone I meet in life."

"That's true, Godfather." Seeing that Ben Hong had no respect for Koshei at all, Azazel quickly tried to smooth things over. "Ben Hong has always had this habit. When she first joined our executor team, she took a photo with us first. Don't mind."

"Is this so..."

Koshe doesn't care about this behavior, just like he likes reading and making coffee, and Iris likes painting and planting flowers, everyone does have their own special hobbies.

However, he also extracted a key point from Azazel's words, that is, Ben Hong joined the team later.

He followed Ben Hong's request, got into position and looked straight ahead.

"Click."

The flash went on, and the scene of Koshei and Azazel riding on horses was recorded by Ben Hong with his camera.

"I heard from Raphael that the Godfather seems to value friendship very much," Ben Hong pulled out the film and then explained belatedly, "Friends of friends can also become friends. My sister told me this, so I thought about doing this thing I wanted to do from the beginning."

"I see."

Looking at Ben Hong who was concentrating on looking at the film, recalling Raphael's abnormality before and the key points in Azazel's words just now, an idea inexplicably appeared in his mind.

"Your name is Ben Hong, right?" Without hesitation, Koshei put his idea into action. He asked Ben Hong, "Do you know the story before Raphael?"

"Hmm?" Ben Hong seemed to have noticed something. She raised her head and looked at Koshei in confusion. "Why did Godfather suddenly ask this?"

"When we were walking earlier, I mentioned my past to Azazel and Raphael to express my goodwill," Koshe explained calmly, "I also listened to Azazel's story. It was originally Raphael's turn, but he had to stop because he found a herd of horses."

After Koshei said this, the first person to become confused was Azazel, as he did not remember ever talking about his past.

But his doubts were immediately stopped by a look from Koshei.

"Ben Hong, the film seems to have been developed."

Perhaps because of her understanding of Koshei, Iris immediately understood Koshei's intention and distracted Ben Hong at the right time.

The effect was very successful, and Ben Hong immediately lowered his head and looked at the film in his hand.

"As for Raphael, she was the daughter of a fallen country, but her country was destroyed a few years after she was born. She was then adopted by Ou Ya and started a new life from then on," Ben Hong looked at the faint images that began to appear on the film, and said casually while shaking it with his hand. "Anger and hatred are a double-edged sword. This is what my sister told me. Perhaps because of this, Raphael looks so optimistic now. She wants to cover up the unbearable past and not bring up those painful memories."

After these words were spoken, Koshei was speechless, and Azazel also fell silent.

The daughter of a fallen country, the two never imagined that Raphael, who looked like a girl next door, would have such an identity.

"Ben Hong! What are you doing running to the back?" At this time, Ou Ya in front interrupted the conversation of several people at the right time, without giving Ben Hong time to notice that the two were abnormal, "Come back first, we can't see the road ahead clearly!"

"Right away!" Ben Hong responded. She turned around, glanced at Koshei and Azazel, who had calmed down, and said, "Thank you, Godfather. After returning to Lateran, I will make a copy of the photo and give you one for your collection."

"If that's what you're thinking, I'm happy to accept it."

Koshe said calmly.

He exchanged glances with Iris and made a gesture of thanks that only those within the Cascade family could understand.

And Iris just nodded, then turned away as if nothing had happened.

After Ben Hong and Iris came to the front, Koshei took a deep breath.

"Have you heard about this?"

He asked Azazel behind him.

"No... not at all..." Azazel frowned tightly. He was shocked and puzzled. "I didn't expect Raphael to be of that status, and I haven't heard of Ou Ya adopting Raphael."

Feeling Azazel's depressed mood behind him, Koshe knew what he was thinking, but he was also a little disappointed that Azazel didn't seem to have discovered a very important piece of information.

"Apart from this, don't you feel that something is wrong?"

He tried to warn Azazel subtly.

"That's not right... Are you saying that Ou Ya and Raphael never told me about this? Even after working together for so long, they still haven't opened up to me?"

Koshe held his breath. He felt like he was about to be pissed off by Azazel's slowness.

"I mean... aren't you surprised that Ben Hong, as a latecomer, knows these things that even you don't know?"

Out of desperation, Koshe had to point it out directly, otherwise with Azazel's reaction time, he might never realize the problem.

"Why...wait, what do you mean?" After Koshei's reminder, Azazel finally noticed something was wrong. His expression gradually changed from confusion to horror. "Come to think of it...we only found out yesterday that she has a sister. Apart from that, she didn't seem to tell us anything about her..."

"You know nothing about her, but she knows everything about you," Koshei said, expressing Azazel's thoughts. He tilted his head, looking at Azazel's changing complex expression, and reminded him lightly, "I suggest that you pay more attention to her in the days ahead."

"Pay more attention to her..."

Azazel suddenly realized that, precisely because Ben Hong was always silent, he rarely paid special attention to this colleague, and it could even be said that they had almost no interactions.

The amount of words he and Ben Hong have said so far may not be as much as what he and Raphael talk about in a day.

"She is very suspicious. Not only does she know more about you than is normal, but her behavior and identity are also things that need attention."

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

Azazel felt mixed emotions at this moment, not only about Raphael's identity, but more importantly, the suspicion towards Ben Hong that had just emerged.

This new teammate who suddenly appeared was a taciturn girl whose identity was previously unknown.

Looking at Ben Hong's back as he walked in front of him, countless speculations emerged in Azazel's mind, but he denied them one by one.

He didn't dare to think about it, nor did he dare to believe his bold ideas.

Ben died...

Who is she?

Chapter 35: The Daughter of a Lost Nation

One night twelve years ago.

The moonlight seemed very bright that night, shining into the room through the window. A man was lying on the bed. He had just had a nightmare and was no longer sleepy.

"Boom."

Somewhere in the castle there was a sound of something falling to the ground.

Did one of the paintings in the corridor fall to the ground again?

The man thought so and looked at the pendulum clock hanging on the wall. The time indicated about two o'clock. The servants in the house should have gone to bed by this time.

The ticking sound of the pendulum clock seemed particularly loud in this overly quiet night.

The man felt a little thirsty, so he got up from the bed, put on his shoes, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room.

His room was on the second floor. He walked along the corridor to the stairs and went down the handrail to the first floor.

He went to the kitchen on the first floor, took out a cup from the washed dishes, filled it with water, drank it all, and then put the cup on the table.

"Boom!"

This time the sound of something falling to the ground was louder than before.

The man felt something was wrong. The sound came from the second floor where he had just come down.

He pulled out a knife from the cabinet where the cutlery was placed and walked up to the second floor cautiously, keeping his steps low so as not to make any noise.

The corridor was still empty, with only a painting that was originally hanging on the wall lying on the ground.

"..."

Is he too sensitive?

Walking to the fallen painting, the man bent down to pick it up.

But he didn't notice that a figure was standing behind him, pointing a gun at the back of his head.

The man picked up the painting and hung it back on the nail on the wall. At the same time, the man behind him had his finger on the trigger.

"father!"

Suddenly, a girl's voice came from the side of the corridor. The man turned his body and saw the figure behind him.

"boom!"

He leaned down quickly, and the bullet hit the wall, and the painting that had just been hung back on the wall fell to the ground again.

The man dodged a life. He reacted immediately and slashed the knife in his hand quickly, knocking the gun in the man's hand away. Then he grabbed the man's arm, pulled him towards himself, and hit him hard on the chin with his elbow, instantly making him unable to move.

Is it a criminal?

Looking at the man lying on the ground, the halo above his head was covered by a special device, blocking the unique light of the Sakota people.

This device made the man feel creepy. He seemed to have thought of something. He picked up the pistol dropped by the gangster and immediately ran towards the girl at the stairs.

"Raphael! Get out of here!"

The man rushed over to young Raphael, picked her up, and ran downstairs.

But as soon as they went down the stairs, the man quickly protected Raphael's head and hid behind the wall sideways, avoiding a volley of bullets fired at them.

The person who fired the shot was another figure standing in the lobby on the first floor.

Two gangsters?

The man was stunned for a moment. He leaned against the wall with a pistol in one hand, ready to lean out and shoot, then fled towards the gate with Raphael.

But the movement upstairs disrupted his thoughts, it seemed that the criminals on the second floor had also resumed their actions.

Now the enemies on the first floor are walking towards them, and the enemies on the second floor are also pressing forward step by step. The man holds the gun tightly, extremely nervous.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, a big hole appeared in the wall of the lobby. The strong old butler broke the wall open and pinned the enemy on the first floor with his burly body, punching him in the face one by one.

"Master, leave the enemies here to me. Please take the young lady away quickly!"

The man and the old housekeeper looked at each other, and he understood, turned around and walked out from behind the wall, throwing the knife in his hand at the gangster who came down from the second floor.

The gangster had no time to dodge, and the blade pierced his neck. He fell backwards, leaned against the wall, covering his neck with both hands, and blood splattered everywhere.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man took Raphael and ran towards the castle gate.

But the castle door was locked with iron chains. He raised his gun, aimed at the chains, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang!"

The iron chain was broken by the bullet, and the man pushed open the door and was about to escape.

But outside the door at this time, several people who were also wearing shielding halo devices were standing at the door, with the muzzles of their rifles pointed at him and Raphael, as if they were waiting for them to walk out of the door.

All of a sudden, countless bullets attacked the two men.

The man quickly closed the door, then he squatted down and held Raphael in his arms.

Dense rain of bullets penetrated the castle gate. Although the thick gate reduced the impact of the bullets to a certain extent, the indomitable hot brass still hit the man's weak body, rolling and staying under his skin, crushing the hard bones and soft muscle tissue, and red and white liquid kept splashing behind him.

In just a short while, the man's back was covered in wounds.

"Ahem——"

Finally, the man couldn't hold on any longer. He hugged Raphael tightly, thick blood spurting out of his mouth, and some even dripped onto Raphael's face in his arms.

His body fell backwards and leaned weakly against the door.

"master!"

At this time, the shooting outside the door stopped, and the old butler, who had previously used the gangsters on the first floor as a human shield to block bullets, ran towards the man eagerly.

"..."