The villain's love literacy

"Miss Sylvia."

He greeted him politely and with a gentle tone. If he didn't know who he was, it would be impossible to imagine that he would be a godfather.

"Hello, Mr. Jobana."

Sylvia answered according to the etiquette. Don is an Italian word for high-ranking and powerful people, especially those with gang colors. Enthusiasm was a big organization back then. Now that it has been so long, he still Sitting firmly in this position means that he has mastered something that Diablo didn't have at the time.

He looked at her with guarded eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Bugarati and the white-haired man who was with him also entered the reception room, followed by other people. She frowned, not knowing what they were trying to do with this posture.

"Please sit down, ma'am."

The blond-haired man took the lead in sitting on the opposite sofa, and Silvia had to sit down too. Bugarati sat on his right, and others stood behind them.

Buccarati smiled at her without worry, she shrugged and turned her gaze back to Giorno, the atmosphere seemed a bit stalemate.

She didn't know where this vigilance came from.

"Miss, do you still have any memory of what happened eight years ago?"

He appeared gentle and distant, although his tone was relaxed, but his imposing manner was absolutely unquestionable.

She nodded hesitantly.

"You found me and told me that Diablo was the boss of 'Passionate', and that he... died in a gang fight."

"Then do you remember who was with me at that time?"

As he said that, he made a gesture to let the woman on the opposite side look around at the people in the room.

Sylvia's eyes finally fell on a figure in a fur hat who wore a tight sweater and showed his belly.

"Guido Mista."

The blond man seemed relieved, he stood up and stretched out his hand and smiled apologetically again, the turquoise eyes were finally warmed up.

"I'm sorry, Miss Sylvia, we have to beware of any form of double attacks, please understand."

Sylvia nodded indifferently, and also extended her right hand to shake Giorno's hand, which is understandable, since a dead person crawled out of the grave, they had reason to doubt.

It looks like they've been through quite a few similar attacks themselves.

Not going to go around in circles again - they defeated Diablo, and she is the lover of the former BOSS, it seems strange to be able to sit together and talk in such a peaceful way, Sylvia got straight to the point.

"I want to see my father."

"of course."

Mr. Godfather straightened his tie, but he didn't wear the open-chested clothes he used to, and he looked much more stable.

"Just call me Giorno. This is Bugarati. You've already met him. Let's introduce the rest when we have a chance on the way."

She remembered that he was not as tall as his beanie-wearing friend at the time, but now he was the tallest of them all, perhaps on par with Katz or Kujo Jotaro.

The blond went out first, then her, and the others followed.

"Your father is in Sweden now."

Giorno explained to her while walking on the road.

"After you... left, Mr. Harold refused to believe the content of the letter and insisted on waiting for you to come back. But he stayed in Naples all the time, perhaps because he was in poor health. We passed some Means... In short, your father was promoted to a university in Sweden."

"...Okay, I see. Then all my previous property...?"

Sylvia asked tentatively, wondering if they had kept all those things, and didn't have too much expectations, after all, the situation was so urgent at the time, and they didn't think about sorting out those things at all.Maybe my bank card is still there, but the problem is that there is no money in it at all-almost all the expenses were paid by Diablo at that time, and the rest was cash in the house.

It's okay to have no identity, and it's impossible to move an inch without money. How should she get from here to Sweden?

Even my father can't be reached, there is no mobile phone or communication tool.

"That house...is not left for you."

Giorno hesitated for a moment. To be honest, no one thought that she would come back one day. Besides, it was the place where Diablo once lived. Why did they keep that place?Even if everyone is resurrected, the hatred in my heart at that time will never disappear.

"Don't worry, all your expenses are covered by us, that's what we should do."

"Need not."

Sylvia took a strange look at the adult blond man walking beside her. Although he was inexplicably similar to Dior, it gave people a completely different feeling, warm and reliable, even if it didn't quite fit her idea of ​​a mafia godfather. The impression—although Diablo couldn't see it at all.

"You don't have to do this. The situation at that time... I never thought of doing this on my own initiative. You can take it as an accident, so you don't need to thank me."

The blond man opened his eyes slightly in surprise, but immediately adjusted his mood and smiled gently.

"No, it's your choice how you look at it, but there are some things we have to get right."

"Ok."

Since she said that, she didn't want to continue arguing with him, and now she really needs his help to see her father. Since he knows his father's whereabouts like the back of his hand, it means that he must have been taking care of him secretly for a long time. He at least did what he did back then. Promise, thinking of this, Sylvia's attitude towards Giorno softened a bit.

"Then I would like to ask your people to book a train ticket for you."

"Miss Sylvia."

Buccarati walked quickly to her side from behind, and Giorno turned his head to talk to a blond man in a loopy suit. She focused on the younger man in front of her, and couldn't hear their conversation clearly.

"Let's go by car together, so we can have an explanation for your father."

"Will Mr. Bucciarati come with me too?"

She was a little surprised, the mafia is so idle now?Did they not work?But if it's Bucciarati, she can still accept it. This man seems to be the most kind and talkative.As for Giorno, although he has always been polite, she will never forget the way he was when he knocked on her door, a person who was cold to the core.

"We're all together."

As they said that, the group of people had already returned to the gate of the manor. Several cars were parked in front of them. The front one was a black extended car. Buccarati opened the door for her in a gentlemanly manner, and Sylvia sat in with kindness. The dark-haired man followed closely.

After that came the white-haired man, whom she later knew was called Apache, and Mista, whom she had named before, and a young man with an orange headband named Naranja.

Giorno was standing outside and was still discussing with the man named Fugo, who was introduced by Bugarati, looking into the car from time to time, but he should not be able to see anything through the black inner film.

Someone opened the door and brought in a black leather jacket, which Bugarati took and handed to her.

"This is the clothes of one of our female companions. Miss Sylvia will deal with it for now."

And he would never tell that it was the coat that Diablo's daughter put here.

In fact, this is still too strange, now Sylvia looks, no, the actual physical age is younger than Trixie, none of them were as old as her back then, but now they are getting older, she It still maintains the appearance of the year.

Not long after, Giorno and Fugo finally joined them. She sat in the seat directly behind, with Giorno and Bugarati beside her respectively.

Sylvia saw several people coming out of the "Enthusiasm" headquarters one after another, and silently watched the convoy leave slowly. Among them was a tall man with white hair and red pupils who was very conspicuous, but she didn't know them, and he was also the one who was resurrected back then. ?

It is still too far from Italy to Switzerland, and it is impossible to get there in one day. Even if the whole journey is high-speed, it will take more than 20 hours, and they have to stop and rest halfway.

But while discussing this matter, Sylvia fell asleep leaning on the back of the car seat.

It's only been a few hours since she fought with Lan Ran, and she couldn't bear the mental exhaustion at all. She didn't care about the awkward atmosphere in the car. The quality of this car must be very good. There is no bump on the road, and it will soon sink fell asleep.

Giorno looked at her with a complicated expression. If the 8 years of her "death" were not counted, he himself was even a year older than her now.

The blond woman looked completely harmless, and she couldn't help but feel pity for her sleeping peacefully.

No wonder even a man like Diablo would stay for her. A cold-blooded and ruthless boss who wanted to erase his daughter was actually with a woman who seemed ordinary and had no background.

Her death also made them regret that they had done nothing wrong, but they were implicated in the fault of an unsuspecting lover and forced to die at a young age.

It's different from all of them.They were all prepared and finally decided to betray the boss, but her fate was written by Rolling Stone from the very beginning.

They had to make amends, not just her father, it was not they who brought her back, but her own resurrection for unknown reasons, in addition to being grateful to her for bringing her companions back to her, He must also take over everything about her from now on.

Because of her innocence.

Giorno took off his coat and handed it to Bugarati.

"Put this on her lap."