[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

"Hello, guest." A woman in a white hood sat on the high seat in the middle and extended her hand to invite.

"Please sit down."

"Before all history begins, I want to ask you..."

"Would you like to be the Hermes of this world?"

It was already evening when Lambo Povino found the Vengley Manor.

"Hello," the young man with drooping eyelids waved his hands lazily, "I'm here to look for... um..."

He lifted the poster and glanced at it, then propped his chin and said, "It's Peng Lie's."

In the end, there was no name even for the greeting post.

It seemed that this proud and lazy young landowner didn't even remember the last name of the family he was going to visit before he came.

What Lanbao Bovino didn't expect was that the housekeeper of Pengo Lie Manor just took the greeting card, put it away without even looking at it, and said with a gentle smile: "Welcome to visit, Master Bovino , Lord Povino has sent us a letter."

The butler said the original words of the letter without changing his face, "...Please pay attention to the young son who is not good enough. If you see him, keep him and return to Palermo. I will teach him a lesson."

It is really a letter in the style of an old man.

Lambo Povino curled his lips. The old man was still so fond of nagging, and he wanted to teach him a lesson. In fact, every time he ended up letting it go, he couldn't do anything at all—this is why Lambo was not afraid of it at all.

"Let's just leave it at that, um... I want to see Peng Gelie from the self-defense regiment here."

The butler's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Lorenzo Pongale walking along the front of the garden, "Are you Lan Bao?"

"En." Lan Bao casually nodded.

"Because of your leaving home, your father wrote to friends in the whole of Sicily, asking them to take care of you. Will you go back after seeing Vengley of the Self-Defense Corps?"

Lorenzo Vengley is worthy of being a careful businessman who made his fortune in the chaotic era, and even set traps for random questions.

Not "Aren't you going back?"

It's "Will you go back?"

——When people are faced with the choice of yes or no, they are usually more inclined to choose affirmative answers.

And when this young master Bovino is casual, without psychological defense, the answer will be the answer closest to this instinctive answer.

"Of course," Lambo Povino replied, "I don't have anything to do, I just want to see Pengo Lie."

In more than one of Vengley's manors, he said that he wanted to see Vengley. Only this old friend's old son, the young master, could say such willful words.

However, Lorenzo would be happy if he could make old Bovino owe him a favor.

Lorenzo has also heard about what his adopted son-nephew is doing outside recently. After all, the name of the Vongola Self-Defense Group has become more and more famous, and many people have joined this emerging group.

Although it was a self-defense group, Lorenzo's years of vision had allowed him to see the embryonic form of this group becoming a family.

family.

In Sicily, not only bloodline surname families, but also the meaning of mafia - those families who are armed and have capital.

But blazing a trail is dangerous.

Giotto is walking a road that no one has gone before.

The untrodden road—doomed to be full of thorns.

Even... there might be a day when even Lorenzo himself will stand against this child.

Lorenzo Vongollie had seen that the boy's sympathy for the common people had evolved into a new wellspring—faith, that boy, was determined to follow this path.

However, this is destined to be opposed to the original upper-level system.

As one of the few beneficiaries of this system equivalent to the entire society, Lorenzo Pongelet was sure that he would maintain such an order.

Will not allow civilian rebellion to threaten its own interests.

This is the bloody truth after tearing everything apart.

"...But that child will not accept such a truth."

"He won't run away either."

Lorenzo Vongolle taught Giotto Vongollie nothing about cowardice.

If you want to change, do it.

This is the same will that Lorenzo determined to transcend class when he was young.

The future is already beckoning.

But there is no doubt that Lorenzo will not stop the cause Giotto is doing now.

because.

No matter what the future holds, Lorenzo Pongelet is truly proud of Giotto.

Giotto...is also a Vongola.

Giotto·Vongola.

"Let me see, Giotto, how far you can go."

Lorenzo's face remained unchanged, he murmured to himself, and his gaze in the distance did not know where it fell.

"Giotto, there's one missing over there!"

"Turn people to look in that direction." Giotto commanded with downcast eyes, his always warm and smiling face was expressionless at this moment, and the shock in his heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

Walking in the same world, why are there such completely different people.

The dirt on the back of a benevolent person is far more unbelievable than the evil deeds of a bad person.

Why is it such a person?

"You see, Vongola." Damon Spedo looked forward, and Giotto could only see his profile and the curve of his mouth.

Like laughing like mocking.

"This is the dirty nobleman."

"Have you ever thought about it..." Damon Spedo's voice was very low, even soft, but Giotto felt that his blood was frozen.

"Why, such an obvious thing, has no one discovered it until now?"

why?

As long as things are done, it is impossible to leave no traces, not to mention those people with deep resources at the top have more capabilities than their newly established self-defense groups.

So... why?

Giotto lowered his head, his blond hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, his golden brown eyes were half closed.

Is... don't you know?

Is... can't you find out?

No, Giotto's heart has already answered the lingering doubts.

Whether you know it or not.

Yes - it doesn't matter.

Because the matter has nothing to do with oneself, because it does not harm the interests, so I don't bother to pay attention to it.

and so……

and so……

Only then will their self-defense regiment be established.

Giotto's fingertips turned white, and he forced himself to let go of his palm, covering his eyes.

Damon Spedo, who was beside him, stood beside him with that hypocritical mask-like smile from the heart. When he saw his movement, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

If it's just like this, it's too disappointing for him, Pengo Li.Daemon Spedo thought indifferently, like an audience watching a farce from the opposite bank.

Immediately, as if he had discovered something interesting, his smile grew stronger.

because--

Putting down his hands and opening his eyes, Pengo Li and Giotto's temperament has changed.

It was not an easy change to distinguish, but it was easy to detect.

More determined.

That's all Damon Spedo can say.

Because more unexplainable, unexplainable, unspeakable feelings are hard to describe.

But looking at the young Vengley, Damon Spedo seemed to be able to see a warm yellow flame burning and flickering in the other's eyes.

This is... a conflagration that is destined to burn everything that is corrupt.

At this time, there are little fires, but one day, it will be raging——to pull those unworthy high-ranking people down from the high ground and sink to hell.

It's...beautiful.

The author has something to say: Yes, thinking of the revolution, I recommend a musical to everyone who sees this, "1789", search for lovers in the Bastille at station b, it is the story of the French Revolution, and the leaders are too Su Hee hee hee!Dance is worse than revolution!

When I was writing this unit before, I was listening to "Daxue", and I felt that the whole person was spinning in circles (laugh~

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