[Tutor] I'm really just a weak dodder flower

When I got back to the venue, the succession ceremony had just started. I wanted to say thank you to γ, but he disappeared as soon as I turned around.

A few minutes later, I saw a slender girl stepping up to the seat representing the host under the gaze of everyone in the venue. A man with blond hair appeared beside her like a ghost. He was still wearing that ugly Pull a few garlands.

The size of the garland is rather awkward, it cannot be put on the head, and it seems procrastinated when it is worn on the wrist. γ didn't mind, and just walked through the entire process of the succession ceremony wearing a wreath that was incompatible with the atmosphere in the venue.

I almost bit my tongue off.

If I'd known that Yoni was the leader of Kirionello...

Well, even if I find out, I will help her study the weaving of the wreath, and at most, I will be more polite.

After the succession ceremony, my father left with a family leader whose name I can't name. It is said that he had business to discuss, and my brother also said that he met an old classmate and wanted to catch up.There were three people when we came, and I was the only one left when we left.

I sat in the back seat of the car with no expression on my face. By the way, I took off the high-heeled shoes that had tortured my heels for a long time and threw them in the corner.

Those men always have all kinds of things as excuses, but I am different, I only have two things to do with men and with myself.

The location of the Kirionello family headquarters is relatively remote, and it takes two to three 10 minutes to drive to the main road after coming out of that area.Coincidentally today, within a few minutes of driving out of the car, it started to rain.

I propped my head and watched the scenery outside through the windshield.

The rain in summer was fierce, but within a short while, the vision was blurred by the rain that hit the car window.Summer in Sicily is not humid, at least in the past dozen summer days, I have rarely seen such a large amount of precipitation.

When I turned the second corner, I saw someone raising his hand to stop a car.

"parking!"

I yelled and grabbed the high heels and put them back on my feet while the driver was slowing down.

It was raining heavily outside, and apart from the headquarters of the Kirioneiro family, there was an art gallery in this area.If he ignored that person and walked away, he didn't know how long he would have to wait.Few people visit the art museums these days. Only when famous painters hold art exhibitions, the interior of these buildings will be more lively.

I opened the door and signaled the other party to get in the car.

The person who stopped the car was a white-haired young man.On his left face is a cluster of purple tattoos with an upside-down crown. If you ignore this strange tattoo in shape and color, the man in front of you can definitely be considered handsome, and he is handsome in the traditional Italian aesthetic.

"Thank you," the other party thanked me very politely, "I thought it would take a while."

I leaned my back against the soft cushion of the seat and nodded calmly.

As soon as the young man got into the car, the air was filled with the unique sweet and greasy aroma of desserts.I have only smelled such a strong smell in dessert shops, at least it is definitely not the smell of perfume, even if there is a company that really releases a perfume with this smell, probably no one will buy it.

"Is there any exhibition in the museum today?" I asked.

All the guests who participated in the Ceremony of the Quilionello family's succession had their own cars, and no one would choose to walk to the headquarters of the Quilionello family.Therefore, the person in front of him can only come down from the art gallery.

The art museum is not too far from the main road. It takes about 15 minutes to walk. Many college students who come to visit will get off at the bus stop on the main road and then walk a certain distance to come up.

"No, there is no exhibition recently, but I heard that this art gallery has authentic works of Raphael, so I came here to take a look."

The other replied.

Raphael is the youngest of the "Three Masters of the Renaissance", and his Madonna is extremely famous.Even an ignorant slut like me has heard of that Madonna called the Sistine Madonna.

But I don't like Raphael very much.

His paintings are gentle and full of fantasy. The pictures that this painter shows to the world are all happy and full of ideals.It doesn't fit in the world I live in - I'm not exempt from an unconscious hostility towards things that tend to contrast sharply with our darker side.

I turned my head to avoid the other party's scrutiny: "Then have you seen Raphael's authentic work?"

"No," said the other party indignantly, "They lied to me."

The expected answer.

Raphael's authentic works, which are priceless paintings, even if they are not bought by a wealthy art-loving businessman through special channels, they must be stored in large exhibition halls, at least they will never be placed in such a small place as Sicily.

"Maybe it has been transferred away." I thought for a while, and pretended to comfort me, "After all, it is such a precious painting."

Young people seem to agree with my lame statement.He fell silent and looked out the window.

"Where are you going?" I looked at his reflection on the car window and asked, "If it's not far from your destination, I can ask the driver to take you back to school."

His facial features were very soft, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved upwards, as if he was smiling all the time.

"No, I'm from Palermo," the other party replied politely, "You just need to drop me at any station, and I'll take a taxi back to the hotel by myself."

Palermo is not too close to Catania, but it is not far.It is reasonable for college students who have nothing to do to come to Catania from Palermo to take advantage of empty classes or holidays.

The other party has said so, and there is no need for me to insist on sending him back, "If you plan to stay in Catania for a few more days, please go to Mount Taur to see the ruins of the ancient Greek opera house."

"Right on my mind."

In fact, I would like to recommend him to visit Mount Etna, but that volcano has always been unstable, and recently it looks like it may erupt at any time. It was blocked by the government before the summer vacation.

We fell silent again.

I'm not the type to talk to people, and the people in front of me aren't the Mafia.Asking the driver to give him a ride should be easy, and when he gets off, we'll be strangers.

I'm not too worried about his personal safety. In the past two years, Palermo's mafia activities have been more rampant than in Catania. If he can survive in Palermo, I'm afraid he won't just die in Cata. nia.

Even if this person is really dead, it's just his bad luck, no one else can be blamed, and I didn't point a gun at his head.

Speaking of Palermo, I heard Collom say that Vengley will move the headquarters there after ?Pengo Lie was originally a Mafia family in Palermo. It was only because the tenth king was studying in Catania that the office part was temporarily moved here. The ninth king and his family still stayed in Palermo.

Varia also came with the tenth family, and she called it assisting work, but I always suspected that Xanxus wanted to take advantage of the inattention of the ninth-generation leader of Vengley to make something happen so that he could announce to the public that "Pongele Tenth" Accidental death" and then take over by himself.

It was that Xanxus after all.

After Pengo Lie leaves Catania, my side will calm down.Come to think of it, most of the troubles I've encountered in the last few months are because of Ōg ​​Tian and the others.

I took out a fan from my handbag to cover my face, and secretly yawned.

I got out of bed early in the morning to participate in the Cirionello succession ceremony.Holy Mary, I went on a date with someone last night and didn't get home until the early hours of the morning. From yesterday to today, I'm afraid I didn't even get six hours of rest.

After turning onto the main road, the driver parked the car directly next to the bus platform, as if he didn't want to take it too far.The young man thanked me and said he would go back to the hotel by car.

I waved my fan to signal him to get out of the car.

The other party pushed open the car door and suddenly turned to look at me.

"Yuni is a good kid," he said, "but a good kid doesn't last long in the Mafia world. Someone has to protect her."

I froze, and subconsciously sat up straight.

"The same goes for Cecelia. Although you should have adapted to this world, you still have to understand that everyone is innocent and guilty."

The young man closed the car door "Kang Dang" and walked unhurriedly to the platform.