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That..." Siniya's next words became softer and softer, and finally turned into a soft murmur.

"Sinia, did you say something?" Porta turned around and asked Sinya.

"No... nothing, let's go on."

When Snia and Porta finally walked to Giotto's place, the first thing that caught their eyes was the back of the black god of death—the Avenger, leaving. Giotto, G, and Cozart stood there with different expressions.

Seeing Sniya and Porta, the three of them were very surprised, "Why are you here?"

"What did the Avengers do here just now?" Porta frowned beautifully. Porta always felt that they were exuding an ominous aura, giving people a strange feeling.

"...The Avengers are here to witness." Giotto explained to Porta and Snia what happened just now, and Cozart's plan in a few words.

"Is this true? Kozart, have you really decided?" Siniya looked at the indifferent Kozart with wide eyes.

Cozart nodded with a chuckle, "I've already decided, this is the best way."

Porta frowned, opened his mouth to say something, but closed it.

"...Then..." Siniya exhaled softly, with a serious look on her face, "This matter will not end like this."

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"Sinia, what does this mean?" If someone else said this, Giotto could still think it was an ordinary speculation and reminder, but if this kind of words came from Sniya, who is a witch, it would be less so. easy.

"Did you see anything? Snia." G immediately guessed that Snia might have foreseen the future.

Snia nodded, "Recently, my strength has started to weaken, and I guess it's about to be exhausted, so I'm not sure when I saw it today, but according to your words, I have now confirmed that what I saw is indeed a hundred years old. A post-future. In that future... I saw the battle between Vongola and Simon."

"What?! How is this possible?!" Giotto was the most shocked, "Vongola will not attack Simon!"

"Siniya... Are you really not mistaken?" Even G had a puzzled look on his face.

Siniya shook her head, "That's not wrong, because it was provoked by Dimon. Whether it was Peng Lie or Simon of that era, they were deceived by Dimon."

After hearing Siniya's explanation, the eyes of the three of them widened, "...you mean that Damon is still alive in a hundred years?!!! And he still has the strength to deceive people from the two families?!"

"I don't know what specific method Dimon used, but the result is indeed like this, and the appearance of Dimon in the dream is the same as now." Sniya is also very puzzled, what method did Dimon use to get that result.

"This...what should we do..." G clenched his fists, "I didn't expect that Daemon not only shot at Cozart, but also shot at Simon a hundred years later!"

"Who will inherit Vongola after a hundred years?" Giotto's eyes darkened. His Vongola would never attack Simon!That's his best friend!

Snia lowered her head apologetically, "I can't see... sorry... but..." In that dream, I seemed to see that person...

"There's nothing you can do if you worry here and there. After a hundred years, we won't be here anymore, right?" Porta spread his hands.

"You can't say that, Porta, this is related to the future Vengley and Simon."

"But what can we do?" Although Giotto was dissatisfied with Porta's words, he had to admit that Porta's words were true.

"Well...it's okay..." Compared to the heavy expressions of other people, Cozat, who should be nervous, looked calm, "Giotto, that's your Vongola, how can you not believe in your offspring. I I don’t think there is any need to worry, not to mention that we let the Avengers preserve those memories, even if our descendants fight, they will reconcile after seeing our memories, I have this confidence.” Cozart grinned laugh.

"Kozart..." Giotto sighed, and looked at his best friend with a grin. He was the only one who could say such words so easily at a time like this.

"Speaking of... Kozart, you are planning to quit the Mafia, right?" Porta stroked his chin, thinking.

Hearing these words, Giotto and G's expressions turned cold, but Cozart responded flatly, "Ah."

"I'm also planning to bury your power of the earth, right?"

"Correct."

"So... how can Damon make the lost Simon and Pengele fight?" Porta once again pointed out the key point.

"That's right... If I die, then the ring of the earth will definitely be buried, plus I won't have any contact with the Mafia, and I definitely don't have any power. My descendants won't be so stupid as to hit a stone with an egg."

"There is only one way to revive the sleeping ring, and that is to use the blood of the original user to awaken the sleeping soul in the ring, so that the ring can restore its original or even a higher level of power." Porta explain.In fact, Heizui told Porta these words. Heizui told him a lot of interesting things when he was making the Vengley Ring.

"Blood?! This is even more impossible! I will die in a hundred years, where will Daemon get my blood?!" Cozat looked at Porta with a look of contempt.

Porta took out the thing in his hand and shook it. It was a box. Porta opened it and took out a small bottle, "This is the blood of a guy named Cozart~~ ~"

Cozat was choked immediately, "...Porta, when did you... Could it be... that time?! Do you still keep it?!"

"This is Cozart's blood that was drawn by mistake when making Vengley's ring last time. If this bottle of blood is kept for a hundred years and then used by Damon, there is nothing impossible." Porta Turn around to avoid Cozart who is trying to grab the bottle.

Cozat, who was in the air, glared at Porta angrily, "Porta, what do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, I just think, since Dimon will survive to a hundred years later, it shows that this era cannot completely defeat Dimon, and the rest will be Vengley and Simon a hundred years later." Porta It's a half-smile.

Giotto tightened the cloak on his body, "Could it be, Porta, do you want to...?"

Porta took out another bottle of blood from the box, "This bottle belongs to Giotto~ It's left over from the last use. If the Vongola Ring is bathed in the blood of the original user, it will be upgraded~" Boer Ta smiled, "How about it, do you want to bet, the bet is your descendants' inheritance to you."

"This...wouldn't be too risky." G thought.

"Otherwise? Is there any other good method besides this method?" Porta squinted at G. "Can you ensure that Dimon is stopped in this day and age?"

"But..." Giotto was still hesitant, "Would it be possible to push the battle that should be ended by us to them..."

"It's okay, Giotto." Snia's calm eyes reflected Giotto's surprised expression, "Because... someone will help them, so it's okay."

"Someone? Who is it?"

Sinya smiled without saying a word.

"Giotto, don't worry, if Vongola and Simon inherit your will after a hundred years, they will successfully break Dimon's conspiracy. I believe that my descendants will inherit my will, Giotto What about you?" Cozart's smile looked so reassuring.

Giotto also smiled, "Of course I believe that my descendants will definitely inherit my will."

"Then, it's decided like this. It's just that Cozat, you want to pretend to be dead, Giotto, you can go back with a bottle of blood and say that it was taken from the dead Cozat. In memory of the dead friend, be vigilant Remind yourself that Cozart died for his own reasons, which is his own sin, and then pass it on as Vongola's 'sin' in a fair way. Damon will definitely take it away at a certain time." Porta suggested.

"That's a good idea, so Giotto's bottle should be called 'Punishment'." G finalized.

"Hey, you..." Giotto was helpless, and the two came and went to decide on the names of the two bottles of blood.

"Then it's settled, I'm really looking forward to it~ The expression of the boy who will succeed Peng Lie a hundred years later when he learns the truth~~~" Porta laughed.

Hey, Porta, are you just looking for a show? !The others present silently covered their faces.

No.15 boats

"Mr. Gang~~~It's morning~~It's almost time to get up..." Nana suddenly covered her mouth, her eyebrows and eyes were raised, and she moved lightly, "Ala, it's nice to be young~~~" Nana gently closed the door , walked downstairs happily.

The morning sun lightly fell on the small bedroom. There were two people lying on a bed by the window. The head of the black-haired girl rested on the chest of the brown-haired boy, and her long hair was messily piled aside. Eyelashes blinked, as if dissatisfied with the sun's interruption, he rubbed against the boy's chest, found a good position, showed a satisfied expression, and resumed his long breathing.

The boy's hand passed through the girl's waist, hugged the girl tightly, and rested his head on the top of the girl's hair, and let out a shudder because of the girl's movement