"Young Master." Al suddenly heard a gentle reminder in his ear, and then pulled his mind back from the memory. His gaze was now on a page on the table, many of which had been erased with red crosses, including Custer. Roy's name.

Al's eyes fall on Custer. Roy's name, at this time, someone next to him spoke: "Young Master, do you need a cup of coffee?" Al closed his eyes, closed his eyes tiredly, then looked at the person behind him and said, "No need, Mordred." ”

Mordred: "Are you alright, young master?" Al: "Oh, I almost forgot about it, you know what happened to me before. Mordred: "Yes. Al: "So do you think I'm doing the right thing?" Mordred replied with a blank face: "I don't know." Surprised, he asked, "You are a man who has lived for hundreds of years." Mordred: "Age and insight have nothing to do with young master. ”

Al: "Why doesn't it matter?" You see a lot more than the average person, otherwise you wouldn't always be so silent. Al looked up at Mordred, a pair of pure red eyes under the disguised blue eyeballs, his eyes like the only flame struggling on the ice field, lonely but still determined. Mordred: "Young Master, if you have any questions to communicate with the Godfather, I'm just a 'knight'. ”

"No, I'd like to hear your answer." Al held his hands on the table, and his eyes showed a fierce gaze that did not match his age. When they looked at each other, Mordred understood what Al was thinking: "Young master, I have seen more tragic struggles and more brutal deaths than these. But you'll also see a qiē that I saw later. ”

Al pursed his lips at this time: "Mordred, do you still want to deceive me?" Mordred: "Master? Al: "It is impossible for me to see the cycle of life and death of countless people like you, my blood is not pure, sue me, how many 'godsons' like me have the godfather used this method to create zào?" ”

Mordred's eyes lowered: "Young Master, please believe in Lord Godfather." Al said lightly: "Do you want me to believe someone who made me an alien? Can you do it? Mordred: "You've got the power." Al: "Yes, but this power is limited to serving 'Bream. Vlad's use! He used me to control the vampire hunter until I died, and then he went to find another one. ”

"For his own selfish desires, I gave my all!" Al lowered his head and said word by word. "That's my fate. What I have exchanged for countless blood is virtual power and virtual status. Mordred calmly asked, "So what do you want to do?" ”

Al looked up. The blue in his eyes slowly swallowed up by the flaming red: "Since I can't get the eternity that I can't do like you, then I will get what I really want in my limited time." Mordred looked down at Al in front of him.

He is like a lion cub who has been banished by the tribe, his heart is full of sorrow and anger, but his appearance is cold and tough to disguise himself from harm. This scene seemed familiar to him, and a shadow in the once distant blurred scene was also like this.

He was spurned. Can only survive zài in the dark. He kills. It is only when he sees the gushing blood that he feels slightly more comfortable, and he only feels safe when he holds the weapon in his hand. These hands have not been held by anyone, and no body temperature has been felt from others

At this time, he felt his hand being gently raised, and although he was through the glove, he could still feel the sensation of the other person when his fingers touched. There was a rare slight fluctuation of emotion in Mordred's eyes, and he looked at a pistol that Al had placed in his hand.

"It's not the first time you've done it, have you?" Al, who was sitting in a chair, pointed to his chest: "Inside is a silver bullet." At this time, facing this young man with a childish face, Mordred was actually a little at a loss for a while. Al: "I'm going to kill the two godfathers, and I'm going to put an end to Mafia's 'chamber system' once and for all." Mordred frowned: "Young Master, why?" ”

Al replied firmly: "Because ...... I want to prove that my existence is zài, and I want to prove that in my limited time, none of my qiē is empty. Mordred's gloved hand rubbed lightly in his heart at this time, muttering to himself: "Limited...... Life...... Perhaps this is the preciousness of a finite life......." he looked down at Al in his seat.

A relieved look appeared on Al's face: "It's a nice thing to have someone to share your secrets. Mordred: "Young Master, you should know who I am. Al: "Well, I know, so I didn't embarrass you, I told you everything I wanted to do, the gun is in your hand, it's your duty." With that, he deliberately leaned back, exposing his chest completely to Mordred.

Mordred: "You're forcing me to make a choice. Al said frankly, "Yes! Come on! Choose to kill me or leave me alone. Mordred slowly raised her gun, putting the muzzle of the gun against Al's heart. You are the most ambitious and scheming 'godson' I have ever met, but 'you are too young to like a gambler to win or lose a game', so now I will sue you ......"

Mordred's muzzle poked Al again, and Al just closed his eyes and didn't move, he heard Mordred say, "You win." Mordred put down the gun, and Al: "Have you thought about it?" Mordred: "Whether I let you die or let you live, it will be your victory, this bullet really means nothing to me." ”

As he spoke, he gently placed the pistol on the table: "Choosing you as the godson of this office is the biggest and final mistake of the godfather. Al smiled: "But your choice of me is the greatest success." Mordred's gray eyes were still chaotic, and he couldn't see the look in them. I saw him bow slightly: "You need to drink a celebratory wine now." ”

Al nodded, "Yes." Mordred: "Then I'll prepare." As he walked out of the room, the door closed, and Mordred touched his hand under his gloves as he walked, "He probably didn't feel it." In fact, his hands already had bruised-like blue patches.

At this time, he stopped in front of the window, and the shadow cast on the ground by the window framed his figure, only to hear him Nan Nan say to himself: "Heh! It seems that I also need to do some of the things I want to do in my limited life force. ”

On the other side, Al smiled at the corners of his mouth, thinking with his eyes closed, and gradually, gradually, his consciousness drifted away.......

Mafia headquarters on the island of Pantelleria

"Boom! Boom! Boom! There was a knock on the door, and Al was awakened instantly, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene around him changed. Oh! At this time, Al pinched his eyebrows: "I've been really tired lately." "Come in!" He cheered up, and when someone came in, he brought Wen Jiàn to the table and said:

"Godson, all of our invitations have been sent." "Okay, just put it here, you go out." After the people came out, Al looked at the thick stack of texts: "Can you prepare a glass of celebratory wine for me by then?" Mordred ...... (To be continued......