When Simon's temporary front was in a meeting, Mafia was also preparing for a meeting, and the personnel had not yet arrived, only to see Geraint's hand lying in front of the pad screen on the table and saying in a gentle voice: "Honey, I can't go back to accompany you and the little princess now." On the screen, the wife was just about to speak, and the two naughty little heads came up: "Dad, aren't you with us?" ”

Geraint frowned, "I'm annoying you two troublemakers!" Jack and Neeson, the two bad boys who both the dogs hated, grimaced at the screen, and Geraint: "Go!" Go! Go! I'm talking to my mother. At this time, the wife pushed them aside: "You two go play somewhere else." The two children ran away in chase.

Seeing his wife's face, Geraint's face regained its cheap tenderness: "My dear, I'm worried about you, I must fly to your side as soon as I complete the mission." The wife touched her bulging belly and said with vinegar, "Are you worried about the little princess?" Geraint cocked up his finger and swore, "Nothing! You will always occupy two-thirds of the place in my heart. ”

As soon as he finished vows, the little son in his wife's arms burst into tears, and while coaxing the child, the wife hurriedly said to Geraint: "You have to take care of yourself, don't be too tired." bye!”“ Okay, I'll take note, and so are you, bye! dearest. Geraint also pouted at this time and gave his wife a big kiss, which turned off the video.

"Ugh!" Everyone has long been accustomed to Geraint's three times a day way of showing love. Young people like Gahaerys and Gareth generally plug in their headphones and don't listen to them to avoid goosebumps. The others also went their separate ways, leaving Geraint himself to mutter to himself at the blackened screen, "Hey! It's going to be over soon, the due date is coming soon, so please God hurry up. ”

Bowes: "It's useless to ask God, you should ask the 'godfather', maybe he can give him a few days of maternity leave." Bedwell looked at Geraint's way of rubbing his hands and said contemptuously: "Men who only circle around their wives and children are generally not promising. ”

Bowes said to Bedwell: "The position of the Knights of the Round Table is not proof enough? Bedwell: "He must have not been hit by Cupid's poisoned arrow when he climbed to the round table." Bowes: "Well, probably not." Bedwell: "If this guy does this again because the woman continues to lower his IQ self-harm, it won't be far from him leaving the round table." ”

Bowes: "That's because you gangsters don't see Geraint really getting serious, and if you do, you'll know why Mafia needs his deposit." Bedwell looked at Geraint's demented appearance as she continued to rub her hands and pray, and snorted, "I really don't want to see it." ”

Percival then spoke: "I can understand that Lancelot's inertia is late. Could that 'Mr. Flowey' be with Lancelot too? Bedwell actually took out his nail polish and boredly applied his nails. I saw her smearing it with a small brush and saying, "If this guy is not with Lancelot, then he can only be by the woman's side." ”

"Ahh Tristan, who was running, suddenly sneezed a big sneeze, and he couldn't care about it anymore, only to see him running button-down shirt and tie while arranging his messy curly hair. At this time, he heard the sound of a hurried sprint behind him. He was sure it should be a sympathetic brother. I heard him shout, "Quick! Fast! It's going to be late! The people behind him caught up with him and said, "You're late." ”

Tristan: "Really? As he spoke, he turned his head sideways, only to see that the person who was running with him next to him was smiling at him and beckoning: "Damn!" Tristan couldn't help but shout, "Lancelot! At this time, he didn't pay attention to the steps under his feet, and Tristan kicked into the air and bounced a dozen steps like a ball before falling to the ground on his back.

"Ahh The world is spinning! Tristan said in a daze. At this time, Lancelot's smiling face appeared above his head, "Hehe, you don't have to worry when you see me." How does my little sister feel this time? Tristan: "The girls of this era really don't have to be built, otherwise they can't be late." ”

Lancelot: "Haha! It seems that you still love this era. Tristan stood up and patted the dust off his clothes and pants and said, "I just like girls from this era." At this time, he added: "At least better than Bedwell." ”

"Ahh Just as Bedwell's nails were about to put the finishing touches, a sneezing hand shook and the nail brush directly ruined her "whole work". Everyone burst out laughing, and then Bedwell's eyes shot a fierce light, and he crushed the nail brush in his hand with a click, "Damn Tristan!" ”

Tristan, who had already walked outside the door at this time, asked Lancelot, "Godson...... Won't the godfather come? Lancelot said mysteriously, "He's already at the headquarters first, because the succession ceremony needs to be prepared a week in advance!" Tristan: "Oh! I'm going to go completely insane in a goddamn cell for a week. Lancelot: "It's a sacred place where the Church Fathers were baptized by themselves." Trister: "Unless I take the woman in." ”

Lancelot seemed to be muttering to himself, "Actually, I'd love to go into that confessional room." Tristan: "What? Lancelot didn't speak, but slowly pushed open the door to the conference room, took off his bowler hat and put it in front of him, bowed to everyone in the conference room, and said, "Sorry guys, please accept my apologies for being late." ”

At this time, on the seventh floor of the Tower of Confession on the island of Pantelleria, there was the only cell with a window, which is said to have imprisoned nobles of status and even kings who had been deprived of their liberty due to a coup d'état.

This small window is the last dignity and rights of the high-ranking person, and a little sunlight from this small window brings a trace of warmth to the dark, damp and cold prison cell, and this little bit of warmth is even more beautiful in the eyes of the high-ranking person than the royal hall of the crystal dome.

"The bright sun can't make you smile during the day, but even the slightest spark in the dark will make you cry." Legend has it that a nobleman once crawled on the cold ground before he died, weeping and kissing the little spot of light cast by the window.

He was found dead the next day, a satisfied smile on his sallow face. Perhaps the prisoner did not covet that little bit of warmth, but through that window, he saw the hope of life and gratitude to others. Al was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his head up at the small window, the pillar of light projected on him, and he maintained this posture as if he were receiving a grand baptism. (To be continued......)