The villain's love literacy

Giorno froze for a moment, he was expecting to see a woman who was similar to Diablo, at least similar in character.

For this reason, he specially arranged a lot of manpower, one black car after another was parked on the nearest main road outside the community, but in order not to make her feel vigilant, it was only him and Mista who knocked on the door .

The lover of the BOSS, under the investigation assisted by Polnareff after Rome defeated Diablo, they learned that there is such a existence through clues.

There is a high possibility that she is also a stand-in emissary. They cannot take this risk lightly and must treat it with caution.

However, the expected difficulties did not exist at all. The blond-haired little godfather didn't even expect that she would simply open the door like this and directly admit the identity of her lover.

"Is there something for Diablo? I'm sorry, he's not at home now, but maybe you can come in and talk."

Sylvia was leaning against the door frame, her light blonde wavy long hair was pressed under her big arms, she was wearing a white nightdress with a round neck and simple lace cuffs, the fluffy puff cuffs were the same as the season should have been. Plush slippers to match.

This made the nervous Giorno a little overwhelmed. The young woman looked defenseless and even kindly invited them in for a talk.

In fact, there is no need. According to the theory, it was he who "killed" her boyfriend, and they should also "take" the woman's life in the plan-whether she knew Diablo or not. secret.

The news of the former boss' death has long been spread inside "Zest", and even the gangsters on the street know that the new godfather has taken control of the underground kingdom.

Although the time left for him was not enough for this young over-the-top boy to gain a foothold, just defeating the former boss was enough to make most people flinch.

Diablo is "dead", but the fear he left behind is still deeply rooted in the hearts of these gangsters. Besides, how can the person who overthrew the boss be a soft-hearted person?

And the series of follow-ups left by the pink-haired man who is constantly reincarnated between life and death has become a headache for Giorno and his partners.

Like a lover.

Although she is quite different from what they imagined.

Before Giorno could decide whether to enter the door or not, the piercing scream of the kettle boiling suddenly came from the room, not only startled Sylvia herself, but Giorno's stand-in "Golden Experience" had already fainted. A vague shadow appeared, and Mista's hand immediately touched the revolver/gun pinned behind his back, tensing up vigilantly.

But the blond woman didn't notice the small movements of the two of them at all. She put her fingertips on her lips and let out a cry of "ah", her eyes widened slightly.

"Um, sorry, I forgot to boil the water."

She smiled a little embarrassedly, then turned around and walked briskly back into the house, leaving only one sentence floating out the door.

"Come in, please sit down."

The piercing voice disappeared after a while, but the woman didn't seem to want to come out again.

Giorno turned his head and exchanged glances with Mista. The darker-skinned gunman also looked a little at a loss. The Italians are indeed hospitable, but this does not apply to the current scene.

In the end, the little godfather tilted his head towards the door and signaled to go in first. Besides, Mista had to take two pairs of exactly the same large dark blue slippers from the shoe rack, which seemed to be for guests. They looked brand new. It's too much, maybe people don't come here very often.

Immediately afterwards, he saw men's styles similar to those worn by the woman just now. Thinking that these should belong to Diablo, the gunman wrinkled his nose in disgust, and tried his best to calmly ignore them.

After sitting down on the sofa, Giorno began to look at the house. It is a common European pastoral style. The multiple floor-to-ceiling windows on both walls make the lighting here very good. Coupled with floral wallpaper and white-themed furniture, it immediately looks warm. , but most of the sunlight is now blocked by half-covered sheer curtains.

It was hard to imagine Diablo living in this kind of house, and everything was the exact opposite of the dark, remote, small hiding place they imagined.

"Is coffee okay? There's orange juice, too."

The blond woman was fiddling with the coffee pot at the small bar. After the two young men expressed their disapproval, Sylvia turned her head and gave them a disappointed look. Anyone would show that look after their kindness to a stranger was rejected.

"... coffee will be fine, thank you, miss."

Giorno clenched his empty fist and coughed by his mouth. Seeing this, Mista grinned and hissed, and finally added sullenly.

"Orange juice, thank you."

"Just call me Sylvia."

She took out a carton of milk from the refrigerator and poured some into a special white porcelain cup, and took out orange juice before coming over and putting it on the tea table with the coffee pot.

"I don't like bitter things very much, you can add some milk, and please feel free to have dessert."

Giorno watched as she took down a set of cups with printed cups and trays from the cup rack and made a latte for himself, then his eyes fell on the pastry rack beside it. Maybe he and Mista inadvertently broke into an afternoon tea that was supposed to be warm and relaxing.

All this has deviated too much from what he imagined, but unfortunately...

She must die.

This is not the decision of the new godfather, but fate has already judged her.

Long before they got here, they had seen The Rolling Stone in her withered form.Scribe, the stand-in messenger with the Stone of Destiny was found by Mista and Fugo after the decisive battle. It was precisely because of his stand-in ability that they were able to confirm and investigate this Sylvia Serge so quickly. Everything about Ms. Rafina.

According to Fugo’s investigation, her mother was a Japanese-Italian who died when she was very young. Her father, a well-known professor who worked in a local university, loved her only daughter very much.

Judging by her appearance, her father should be from Northern Italy, with fair skin, but the light pink in the white and the softer facial features just proved that she is also a mixed race.

After Diablo made countless enemies with his iron fist and fear, his death indirectly made her a living target for revenge. All the resentment towards him would be infinitely magnified and vented on this woman. found her.

Even assuming for the time being that she is a powerful stand-in emissary, she can't resist that kind of offensive.

Besides, she might not be—a stand-in messenger with rich combat experience would never open the door to a stranger so unsuspectingly. Maybe she had just walked out of the ivory tower not long ago, and she hadn't learned to be wary of strangers, even two Looks like a young boy.

But they didn't take a stand to protect her either.

How could the ex-boss' lover be sheltered by the current godfather?

Even without knowing the source of the money, she should have used it a lot as a lover.How can young people who have just started working live in this kind of middle-class neighborhood, and still wear high-end nightdresses to enjoy afternoon tea leisurely?

Diablo's enemies will not let her go. The Italian mafia has its own rules, that is, keeping the family secret.But when it came time to retaliate, the whole family would often be murdered, and they really didn't have the obligation to protect her 24 hours a day.

Sylvia finally sat down on the single sofa, holding the coffee cup in both hands, not forgetting to adjust a relaxed and comfortable posture, and asked with some confusion, has no colleague or partner ever approached her before? .

"So, what do you want from Diablo?"

Maybe she is really as innocent as the information shows. Judging from Diablo's behavior of trying to kill Trish, maybe he didn't tell Silvia everything about himself at all.

This overthrew all the drafts he had typed before his arrival and started all over again.

"My name is Giorno, and this is Mista."

Giorno sat up straight, and immediately became serious, looking at the blonde woman leisurely, choosing words carefully.He had to tell her the truth, everything about Diablo, but now he suddenly didn't want her to know that he, Giorno Giobana, was the one who killed her lover.

"...I'm sorry, Miss Sylvia, we are here to inform you of a bad news."

She only needs to know that Diablo, as the evil mafia boss, has "died" now, and she doesn't need to know more about the inside story, or that he even has a 15-year-old daughter and wants to kill him.

I don't intend to make a good impression for Diablo in her heart, but at least a qualified gentleman should not explain such a sad thing to a lady, besides, she is about to die.

"Bad news?"

At first Sylvia was still looking blankly at the blond boy, but gradually she remembered what he explained after he knocked on the door, and what Diablo said before he left that he would be back in about a week or so.

Her face immediately turned pale, and she looked at Giorno almost precariously.

"Your lover Diablo... sir,"

It took a long time for the little blond godfather to force himself to use an honorific title. Even though he was reluctant in his heart, but due to his good manners and character, he finally used such a term.

"It's actually the boss of the 'Passionate' organization, who died in a gang fight a few days ago."

For a moment, she didn't know which news she should be shocked by first, but when she realized it, the first tears had already flowed down her cheeks.

The coffee cup that was still full of liquid in his hand fell down due to loss of force. The moment he let go, a yellow figure appeared out of nowhere and quickly and securely caught the cup. Brown liquid was splashing in it. Turned and shook, but didn't leak a drop.

Sylvia stared blankly at the cup that "stationary" in mid-air out of thin air, and forgot to shed tears all of a sudden.

"Please don't be afraid, this is one of my abilities... Maybe you will find it hard to accept for a while, but it is the truth."

Seeing that her gaze fell on the cup instead of the Golden Experience Requiem, Giorno thought she couldn't see the substitute, so he didn't give a clearer and more detailed explanation, but it wasn't that Silvia couldn't see it.

Of course she knew what it was, she had a "friend" like that for as long as she could remember.