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"Great sage, please tell me, what am I?"

In the church, Giotto looked at the statue of the Virgin in front of him. There was sadness, fear, and fear in his eyes. The golden sunlight fell through the colorful rose glass and cast dreamy colors, which reflected on the statue of the Virgin. Outlined a layer of golden halo, in a trance, he seemed to see the flame that appeared in his hand that day again.

Giotto was terrified, his hands could ignite golden flames, and his forehead would also emit fire... If he had been tied to the stake a few decades earlier, he might have been tied to the stake and burned to death. Should he be glad that there is a civil war in the country now?Should he be glad that the people who saw this scene were all his partners?

"Giotto, you seem upset, what happened?"

Giotto turned around and saw Father Naker in the church next to him, and said softly, "Is there anything I can do to help? You look very bad."

"...No, thank you, Nuckle."

Father Nucker is a good-tempered gentleman. He came to this church in a poor neighborhood three years ago. He never refused any prayers and blessings because the poor had no money. He was kind-hearted and often helped the poor. Playing with the kids, the kids in the neighborhood love this Mr. Priest.

Giotto used to come to help, sometimes to clean the church, and sometimes to follow Naker to other neighborhoods to seek donations, until recently he was busy with study and self-defense missions, so there were fewer visits.

Giotto looked at Father Nacker's concerned expression, opened his mouth, and said in frustration after a while: "I think... Maybe I can only go to hell after I die."

After hearing this, Naker's expression changed drastically. He crossed his chest again and again, prayed to the sages, and prayed to the Lord in heaven for forgiveness for Giotto's words.

After doing all this, he said: "Gio, I heard about your matter, I can't judge whether it is right or wrong, but Giotto, I... I believe in you, if that is your choice and decision, then You must have your own reasons."

"You do it, as for the sin...I will pray for you and ask the Lord for forgiveness."

The priest smiled and said, "So...you don't have to worry."

Giotto looked happy and sad, and he said softly, "Even if I might be a monster?"

"But it may also be an angel." Father Nucker blinked slyly, and he held the cross on his chest tightly: "The Lord said, I will bless you."

Giotto looks at Father Nacker, tears streaming down his face.

Leaving the church, just two steps away, I saw Sivnora waiting at the side. The young man crossed his arms and kicked the stones on the ground impatiently.

After seeing Giotto come out, Sivnora spat, he raised his hand and clenched his fist, and a golden flame suddenly burned on his fist.

Giotto was stunned, he said in shock: "Sivnora!? How did you light the fire?"

Obviously, I was the only one who lit the fire before, why did I go out to the church and turn around, and Sivnora became like this?

Sivnora glanced at Giotto lightly: "Lu Qie said that as long as you have faith in your heart, you can ignite a flame, and Vongola's flame is definitely the brightest one among all people."

Giotto was surprised: "Wait, this flame...does many people have it?"

Sivnora nodded: "Lu Qie said so."

"But I've never heard of it before!"

"He said it was because we were ignorant before." Sivnora's face was quite foul: "And this kind of thing is a secret of the upper class, it's normal for us not to know."

When Giotto ignites the first flame and successfully uses this power, the flame of faith is officially recognized by the law. In addition to Vongola’s flame comes from divinity, other people can also use this power. Of course, they absolutely do not have Giotto’s flame sharp.

Xia Chuanyu dared to say this to Sivnora because he also believed that the laws of the world would automatically fix this problem. If only Giotto in the world could ignite the flame, then the two boys like Pengo Lie would definitely be arrested as experimental subjects. In order to popularize this form of power, There are bound to be other flames.

Giotto murmured, "So... I'm not a monster anymore?"

Sivnora sneered: "Idiot, what about monsters? As long as we have the power, we can completely repel those bastards."

Having said that, he dissipated the flames from his hands, punched Giotto on the head again, turned his face away, and looked at the sky and the earth but not at Giotto.

"Besides, in this way, I will be the same as you." He said, "What are you afraid of?"

So you need not be afraid.

We are brothers, no matter how big the storm is, we will face it together.

Giotto's heart seemed to be soothed by warm water, his eyes were hot again, he covered his head, and suddenly felt very happy.

His brothers, his partners, his friends, and even his subordinates all trusted him so much, and they were all using their own methods to protect him, so what else could he be afraid of?

What about flames?If he is destined to be tied to the gallows, he will use his own hands to protect his most important treasures until then.

"But there is a problem, Gio. Lu Qie said that this is the flame of death energy. Only the blood of the Vongola family has this kind of golden flame. Since this is the power passed down by the Vongola family, why does Lu Qie The cut flame is also golden?"

On the way home, Sivnora asked this question with a stern look.

Giotto was also stunned, thinking about it... It's terrifying to think about it!

"Could it be that he is really my uncle Sdelarei?" He lowered his voice and said, "Are you sure you saw him with blond hair and blue eyes?"

Speaking of this, Sivnora was not sure: "It should be, after all, I noticed him because he looks a bit like you, but..."

Giotto blinked: "Speaking of which, he has always had black hair and black eyes. Do you think his current appearance is real?"

Sivnora snorted coldly: "It must be fake."

Giotto thought for a while, then shook his head with a smile: "Since he doesn't want to show his true colors, then forget it."

"Gio!!"

"Anyway, he has been helping us, Sivnora, we have today, we must thank him." Giotto said optimistically: "He said at the very beginning that whether his goal can be realized depends on us, before that , what we can do is try to make ourselves as strong as possible.”

He looked at Sivnora, his expression softened: "You and I, and G, Lark, everyone, must become stronger."

Thinking of this battle, Sivnora's expression was ugly, and he clenched his fists: "You too."

Giotto smiled, pure and clean like the sky after the rain.

"Ah, of course."

Since the flame was ignited, Giotto and Sivnora's learning content has added a tempering flame, the instructor Mr. Lu Qie.

In everyone's surprised eyes, Giotto rarely beat Sivnora into a dog.

Giotto has a special intuition. When the flame made up for the gap in physical fitness, his strength increased rapidly. It is really easy to beat the hot-tempered Sivnora.

Sivnora was furious, so she took her younger brothers out to find trouble every day. The self-defense group led by Giotto had a bigger and bigger jurisdiction and was busy all day long. At the same time, all kinds of people began to tentatively contact this emerging self-defense. group.

"Our fame is getting bigger and bigger, we must have a name, right?"

G made a suggestion, Lark seconded, and Sivnora smashed the table in front of him with a punch.

"Of course it's Pengo Lie!!"

Huge force hit the table, and Giotto, who was immersed in the homework assigned by Mr. Lu Qie, was startled. The homework that had been written diagonally ahead and placed in a pile suddenly flew up, and some of the papers were covered with ink. Several sheets were scratched by flying sawdust.

Giotto's face changed abruptly, and his heart roared: Sivnora, bastard!He must have done it on purpose! !

G ignored Sivnora, but looked at Giotto: "Gio, what do you think?"

Giotto pursed his lips to put away the messy homework, and started writing again out of breath. He said casually, "Clam? It's good."

G said: "Okay, the name of the self-defense group is Peng Lie, and Gio is the boss of all of us!"

Sivnora slammed down another punch, and he smashed the table completely: "Why is he a good-for-nothing Boss?"

This is different from the beginning, when Mr. Lu Qie casually pointed Giotto as the leader of Lak and others, Sivnora didn't care. And others have also formed a deep friendship with them, and the current self-defense group is not the group of small gangsters in the past, of course Sivnora does not want to succumb to Giotto.

Giotto silently watched the final drafts he had just gathered, which were completely shattered after Sivnora's second attack.

Hearing Sivnora's rebuttal, he raised his head slowly, showing an unusually gentle smile.

Seeing this smile, G and Lak immediately tensed up, and they took a step back subconsciously, and then heard Giotto's soft voice: "If this is the case, let's have a fight."

Sivnora is still not afraid: "Come on!!"

And then... no more.

Vongola Self-Defense Regiment, leader Giotto Vongole, operation team leader Sivnora Vongole, internal affairs management G, Lak is the middle-level leader, responsible for specific affairs and intelligence, and has more than a hundred subordinates. It can be said that he is the most powerful in this area. group.

The division of labor on weekdays is like this: Giotto responds to all kinds of temptations, Sivnora leads a group of younger brothers to patrol the site to find people to fight, G is responsible for the deployment and assessment of various personnel, and Lark is responsible for intelligence collection. They have a clear division of labor. The self-defense regiment developed slowly.

Xia Chuanyu was very relieved. It had been five months since he came here, and the manuscripts left at the time were probably used up, so Xia Chuanyu began to get anxious.

The task on his side was completed, whether it was the purest flame of divinity or the flame with a little flaw, he passed it on. The former was naturally Giotto, and he gave the latter to Simon Cozart.

Simon Cozart's personality is softer than Giotto's, and it happens that this flame is a little flawed. Simon's personality can suppress the flawless part of the flame very well, and he is also an ally of Giotto. Xia Chuanyu is too lazy to carefully examine other people , simply believed in Giotto's vision, and passed the flame on.

Everything went well on his side, now just wait for Ma Cang to be ready, as long as Ma Cang can send out the flame representing time in his hands, then they can go home happily! !

For this reason, he even took the time to draw four or five sketches, which can be serialized when he returns!

Xia Chuanyu issued a talisman to Ma Canghao, and urged him several times, and Ma Canghao finally replied after a few days.

"Mr. Chuan, I have found a suitable carrier, but there are some things I think you should also know, so come here immediately if it is convenient for you."

Xia Chuanyu immediately greeted Giotto, and Fei Leishen ran away.