[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

"G, why are you here, Giotto?"

G was dealing with the self-defense group, no, the affairs reported by the members of the newborn family, and he pulled the already loose tie with an annoyed expression, and the tattoos were winding.

"Go out and find the guardian."

He spoke in a bad tone.

"Cozart, why are you here today?"

The young man with short red hair hesitated for a moment, then said with a chuckle, "I want to introduce a helper to you."

"I've thought about it. I won't join Pengo Lie. I want to build a new family to protect Pengo Lie."

Simon Cozart said, "After this time, I plan to leave."

"Cozart, you don't have to—"

G stood up from the soft leather seat and lost his voice.

After a pause, he spoke slowly: "I know you, like Giotto, are people who will not change if you make up your mind, but..."

Simon Cozart interrupted him with a refreshing smile, and his deceptively cheerful face became very consistent at this time.

"It's different, G," he said, smiling slightly, "it won't be now, I'll wait for Giotto to arrange everything before I leave."

G was silent, his expression was struggling, but he changed the subject, "I don't know when Giotto will come back, who do you want to introduce?"

"A friend I told you about before," the red-haired young man in a dark vest with a smile that made G puzzled, "a helper of the Vongola family."

There are people worshiping in the church, and under the high podium are people singing with their eyes closed.

The Virgin, Son, Holy Spirit... Trinity, this is a Catholic church style.

The early morning mist wets the stone road, and even the new leaves seem to be washed in the mist.

The rising sun swayed, accompanied by the curling mist and light smoke.

Time is engraved on the exterior wall of this building, so mottled that it is hard to tell how many ups and downs it has experienced.

Inside the small Gothic window are intricate and shining mosaic murals.

A small piece of colored glass, stone, marble, wood, pottery, or any other hard, indestructible material—used to make a mosaic inlay.

Fresco mosaics are usually made of opaque glass divided into small cubes.Their shattered sides are exposed to reflect light and give the entire surface a sparkling glow.

This is what it looks like on Sunday morning.

The young man in the white safari was walking along the forest path, with the same emerald flute hanging from his waist.

In a foreign country, his words, deeds, conversation and clothes are incompatible with this region,

But it has its own character.

Beside him, is a blond young man in a shirt and vest, talking and laughing at Yanyan.

"It's been a wonderful journey, Giotto." The young face under the black hat was gentle, Zhao Li Yuyue smiled at Giotto, "Although I can't agree to your invitation, if you need help, tell me, I will Here to help you."

The tourist from the East spoke in a calm tone, with a charm that made people want to smile, "I will never forget these days."

"Giotto, the place you walked with me was an impressive 'floating life'."

Steal the floating life for half a day.

Giotto didn't interrupt his friend's words, his eyes were gentle and tolerant.

He then hooked his lips and smiled, "Uzuki, then we have made an agreement. I will write to you when you return to Japan."

"Don't leave me behind when you return home."

Zhaoli Yuyue also smiled.

The end of the forest path has arrived, and it suddenly becomes clear.

The exit is a vast square.

The bubbling cool spring water circulates in the fountain, and the bright sunlight is refracted from an unknown angle, forming a tiny rainbow in the sky between the mist and water on a sunny day.

Alcobarreno, Rainbow.

"Let's leave now," Zhao Li Yuyue stood quietly, staring at the gorgeous streak beside him, "The embassy has been urging her for a long time, so I have to go back first."

"Life is impermanent, just like the dew in the morning, it goes without a trace, and it will disappear without rain."

"I hope you cherish it."

"Goodbye."

Perotta is a notorious rogue family. They never pay attention to credibility, but emphasize tolerance and concessions.

Even more famous than their bad reputation is their family's tradition of infighting.

Every leader of every generation has stepped on the throne with the blood of countless blood relatives.Almost every time a new leader takes office, competitors of his generation will voluntarily go into exile.

For the newly born Pengelie family, a family formed by several young people, although they have heard about the actions of the former self-defense group, they don't take it seriously.

Although Perotta has been passed down for less than a hundred years, the family has an extremely bloody inheritance system.

But it is also because of this that this cruel campaign of "raising Gu" just guaranteed the leader's superb skills. Throughout the generations, despite the extremely fast replacement, there has never been a mediocrity.

Therefore, this family has also taken root deeply in this chaotic century of Italy.

But the price to be borne by such a powerful and terrifying successor system is that each generation of leaders is extremely cruel, treating blood as nothing, and treating human life as worthless.

What can be obtained by force means will never take too much effort and twists and turns.

The means are also extremely cruel.

"They still have some concerns about the noble landlords, but they are even more unscrupulous about the common people."

Giotto raised his forehead, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and his golden eyes were full of deep thought.

If the Vengley family wants to gain their own status and prove their determination, Perotta is the obstacle that must be cleared.

"That's the family led by a group of lunatics!"

G, who had heard about it, sarcastically mercilessly.

"Nufufufu, why, Pengo Li, are you afraid?" Damon Spedo's weird chuckle lingered in the room.

Next to the reclining chair under the large oil painting frame, a young man in blue-haired military uniform with a strange hairstyle stood upright, bowing his head and playing with a mirror less than the size of his palm.

"D, you haven't been peaceful recently." Giotto said helplessly, looking at another piece of information he got, "The small family that was completely wiped out by forest fires in the Tuscany area last week was your work, right?"

"No, it's a demon." Damon Spedo smiled leisurely, with a noncommittal attitude, and the indifference in his eyes showed that he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"The lucky ones who have won a one-way ticket to hell because they have joined forces with the devil."

"It's really dirty." He chuckled lightly, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Giotto, Cozart came to the manor a few days ago."

After thinking about it, G said.

"He brought a man."

"People?" Giotto, who had just returned to the manor, didn't have time to check other things, so he went straight to the study, so he didn't see the guest brought by Simon Cozart that G mentioned.

"that is……"

Before G's words started, he was interrupted by the sound of the study door being pushed open suddenly and recklessly.

G's face sank.

He turned to see the green-haired young man standing at the door.

"Lanbao, what's wrong with you!" He tried his best to suppress his angry voice.

"You have a meeting behind my back, and I want to attend!"

It looked like he wasn't the one who just collapsed on the couch and waved his hand to refuse.

"My uncle got a good thing, and I want to show it to you!" Sapphire Bovino showed off the dark blue rough gem in his hand.

It’s nothing if it’s just a rough gem. The few people in the study are not uninformed. The only thing that attracted everyone’s attention and attention was——

On the dark blue rough gem stone, a flame of the same color was burning calmly, seemingly peaceful but without any power——curling obediently in the palm of Sapphire.

Just in such an afternoon, in this small study room, the flame belonging to gemstones was quietly burning.

The flames are silent.

The room was silent.

"Nufufufufufu, is that so..."

Damon Spedo put the small double-sided transparent lens in front of his eyes, stared at it for a moment, and suddenly opened his mouth, and the laughter with unknown meaning first broke the surprise of the room.

"What is this, Lanbao?" G asked with a slight frown.

He had never seen or even heard of such a gem.

G, who grew up with Giotto, received an elite education that was almost the same as Giotto's, not much different from the nobles.

"do not know."

The green-haired young man said lazily as a matter of course, and raised his eyelids, "I just gave it to me alone."

"I know how to use it for the first time, isn't it very powerful?"

Following his words, the dark blue flames on the rough gem stone gradually extinguished, and the rough stone returned to its gray state.

On the contrary, Damon Spedo knew about it, and he didn't pretend to be mysterious and kept silent. He spoke frankly to the other people in the room, with a tone full of sighs and strong interest.

"Nufufufu, I always thought it was just a legend, but now it seems that I didn't expect it to really exist..."

"——Legendary, the treasure of the Kirionello family."

"A family treasure that has the power to break away from reality and can enhance or inspire the infinite possibilities of the human body, like the flames of Povino, or..."

"My..." Damon Spedo whispered.

Unknowingly, the purple mist that diffused from nowhere gradually flooded the entire study room.

Giotto only felt a moment of distraction, and appeared from his study in the Pengo Lie Manor on a grassland, where the fields were open and the wind was blowing and the grass was low.

It seems that time and space have changed in an instant, and they have come to another completely different place.

The voice of Damon Spedo came from behind them, and the young man in military uniform was leaning against the tree with his chest folded, continuing to explain in a frivolous tone, turning a blind eye to the changes in his surroundings.

"This is the grassland I used to go to when I was in the army."

His dark eyes were smiling, "Do you know why people call me 'devil'?"

Isn't your character inherently a devil?

G thought secretly.

As if knowing what they were thinking, Damon stretched out his black-gloved finger and shook it.

"Nufufufu, of course not."

He chuckled, "Because, maybe only demons have such abilities."

He was clearly leaning against a tree, but in the next second he appeared in the middle of the grassland, with a soft smile, "This is Peng Gelie's study~"

"However, if you get hurt here, even if you die, it will take effect in reality."

"This is……"

"Illusion." A smiling tone interrupted abruptly, and new characters appeared on the edge of the grassland, like travelers from a long distance, slowly approaching them.