When I returned from the land of the elves, it was already dark.

Although the sword is not yet available, the casting of the scabbard can be put on the agenda.

They need to confirm the fairy script required for the scabbard and the technology used, so that before Char can find the right sword in the lake, they can use the sword to forge the form.

In fact, the sword in the lake can also be entrusted to them to cast, but Char is not in a hurry, and solves the matter of the scabbard first.

Cassifer had returned at some point, but he seemed to be a little tired from playing, hiding in the wood, and taking a nap, the rich sandalwood in the air, which was calming.

It looks like he also added some sandalwood to the firewood and burned it.

Alicia fell asleep on the couch, the flickering firelight shining on her sleeping face, looking like she was going to wait for him to come back and fall asleep.

Char had always been alone in the past, and he had never felt like someone was waiting for him at home.

Because wherever he goes, where he is home, he doesn't have any sense of expectation when he comes home.

But now, it's different.

Char didn't wake Alicia, he walked softly to the door to the library.

Early in the morning, Char and Arthur pushed open the door to Sahiri.

It had been a long time since they had been out of a place other than the garden, and after all, they had not known many friends in Sasili.

Three years on, the city has returned to its former tranquility and the streets are much more crowded than they were three years ago when the West Francis arrived.

However, it is certainly not as good as when Char first came, after all, war exists objectively, and it is impossible for trade in trade to be unaffected by war.

However, it seems that because of the particularity of Sasili, many outsiders choose to settle down here and seek safety.

There are more people from other places, and there are naturally a lot of unstable factors on the streets.

There are a lot of men in black suits and sunglasses walking around, and although they don't look like anything to mess with, there's no denying that they are responsible for the security of the town.

They stabilized order in the town to a certain extent.

In fact, not only Sasili, Char has seen a lot of them in her years of traveling in Europe.

They control a lot of ports and even a few warships to keep the lanes safe.

Perhaps because of the war, many countries focused on facing external enemies, which led to internal law and order chaos, and the mafia found an opportunity to grow rapidly.

Many merchants are willing to pay a certain amount of protection to avoid rogue attacks and all kinds of zero-dollar purchases.

In just three years, the organization has expanded like a virus, and even branched off into different families.

"Teacher, who are you going to take me to?"

Walking down the street, Arthur asked curiously.

"You'll know when you get there."

Char raised his hand and looked at the invitation card in his hand.

It wasn't long ago that the people of Hatto brought him.

It was the wedding of his niece, Frena.

It seems that three years have also calmed the pain in her heart a little, and she has found a new lover again.

The former mayor's mansion is now the mansion of the Valentine family.

At the moment, it was full of guests, and many big names from Europe and Britannia came by boat to attend the wedding.

There are many tables in the open space, covered with beautiful tablecloths, and many delicacies are placed on them.

Guests mingle with each other with their glasses.

Leonard was in the hallway of the station mansion, facing a closed door, it was a middle-aged man in his mid-thirties, slightly bald, wearing a black suit.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

The door slowly opened, and he walked slowly inside.

It was an office and the environment was dimly lit because the windows on all sides were blocked by shutters, and only some light was coming in through them.

On the small couches on either side sat several strong men in suits, who were quietly looking at Leonard.

With a click, the door closed, and the environment became even darker.

A figure sat in a chair at the desk, with its back to him.

The back of the chair was high, completely obscuring the man, and he could tell that the person sitting in the chair was entirely because of the hand on the chair armrest.

An empty chair was placed opposite that chair, corresponding to that chair.

"I heard Leon say, you want to see me?"

With a deep voice, the back of the chair slowly turned, and Hart sat on the chair, holding a cat in his hand.

He was wearing a well-fitting and crisp suit, and he put his fingers to the corner of his eye, leaning to the side, quietly waiting for the person in front of him to speak.

"Mr. Valentine."

Leonard bowed to him, and sat down in the chair across from him, albeit with some restraint.

He was silent for a moment, then he took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.

"I used to believe in Europe, and Europe made me a lot of money.

I feel that Europe is the center of civilization in the world, and I also taught my daughter in the European way, so that she is tolerant, calm, and does not conflict with others.

She is also very sensible, never quarrels with people, and does everything elegantly.

I sent them to the aristocratic schools of Europe, where I hoped they would get the best education possible. ”

Leonard's throat moved, and he continued.

"A month ago, my daughter was blocked in the toilet at school and bullied.

There is no reason, perhaps the biggest reason, that she is Britannian.

She was pressed down the toilet and trampled on her dignity.

She didn't dare to resist, and my education made her cowardly, and she didn't even dare to tell us. ”

Leonard's eyes were red.

"But it also made the Germanic group even more intimidating, and they beat my daughter like a punching bag.

By the time I got to the hospital, her ears couldn't hear anymore. ”

Leonard's words were slightly choked.

"She loves to sing, she has a lark-like voice, and she keeps telling me that she wants to be a great singer.

I regard her as my most precious jewel.

But now, she can't shine anymore. ”

Leonard raised his hand, and he wiped his tears.

"I'm sorry."

Hart raised his hand and the waiter on one side handed him a glass of water.

Leonard took the cup and drank it down, and then, slowly.

"I went to the law enforcers, but they weren't even tried.

Because it was an aristocratic school, and it was either a high-ranking official or an aristocrat, no one dared to go in and arrest people.

I tried to reason with them in a rage, but was beaten to the ground by their bodyguards. ”

Leonard's eyes turned red and he pointed to his face, "Their boots are just stepping on my face, and they're even laughing at me."

Laugh at my Britannian identity.

So I said to my wife, "For the sake of justice, I must go to His Excellency Valentine." ”

Hart put his hand on the armrest, and in the dark, a pair of eyes said calmly.

"Why don't you come to me before you go to the enforcers?"

Leonard was silent for a moment.

"What do you want me to do?

You tell me, but please do me a favor. ”

"What can I help you?"

Leonard got up from his seat, came to his side and whispered a few words in his ear.

Hart leaned his head back on the back and waved his hand.

"Then I can't."

Leonard put his hands on the table, "I can give you whatever you want, I have many boats that can help you carry goods." ”

Hart lowered his head, touched the cat in his hand, and then said in a low voice.

"We've known each other for so many years, and this is the first time you've come to me for help."

Hart looked up at Leonard.

"I don't remember the last time you came to see me, besides, my wife is still your daughter's godmother."

He fiddled with the cat's hair.

"I'll confess that you never wanted my friendship, and besides, you're afraid of owing me a favor."

"I just don't want to get in trouble." Leonard said.

"I understand." Hart looked up, "You've made money in Europe, you're living well, the enforcers will protect you, you don't need a friend like me from your homeland."

But now, you come to me and say:

Lord Valentine, please help me to get justice for you.

But you don't have any respect for me, you don't see me as a friend. ”

He looked at Leonard quietly, his eyes quiet and deep.

"You don't even want to call me godfather."

Hart opened the humidor placed on the table, and the attendant on one side walked over and filled Hart with a cigar, the smoke filling his face even more hazy.

"You even bribed me with money on my niece's wedding day to kill for you.

You know, my niece doesn't see blood. ”

"I just want justice." Leonard said with his head bowed.

"That's not justice." Hart said, "Your daughter is not dead. ”

"Then let them be tortured like her." Leonard red-eyed and said in a low voice, "How much should I pay you?" ”

The corners of Hart's mouth were slightly downward, and he placed the cat on the ground, then slowly got up and walked a few steps, he stood behind the screen, but the shadow enveloped him.

"Leonard, Leonard."

Hart looked at Leonard with a calm look in his eyes that was not angry and arrogant.

"What the hell did I do to make you disrespect me so much?"

He walked slowly over to Leonard.

"If you come to me as a friend.

Then all the miscellaneous things that hurt your daughter will pay the price they deserve.

You are also a Sasili.

An enemy of an honest and kind man like you is also my enemy. ”

Leonard looked at Hart, who swallowed slightly and asked tentatively.

"When you're a friend?"

Hart took a puff on the cigar in his hand, the clouds swirling around him, and he didn't speak, just watched him quietly.

Leonard pursed his lips and slowly lowered his head to him.

“Godfather.”

(End of chapter)