[Tutor] A boy jumped over the wall

The logistics personnel have quickly cleaned up the battlefield, leaving only the mess in the living room that has not been cleaned up.There were two miserable corpses lying on the carpet, especially the women whose heads were smashed due to the huge recoil of the bullets. The crimson blood and brains mixed together and splashed on the ground. The originally beautiful appearance suddenly became horrible. Terrifying.

Chris just knelt down beside them helplessly, weeping with his head bowed without saying a word, the silence made people feel more heartbroken.

"Sir, it's 10 minutes." Those people were already used to seeing life and death, and they still felt a little sympathetic when they saw him mourning, but they had to remind them. "Master Squalo is still outside."

"I see."

Chris raised his head calmly, revealing a pale face and red eyes.He took a deep look at his parents, stood up staggeringly, and walked out of the room resolutely.

It was late at night, and the two of them, one up and one down, were walking slowly in the alley.

The alleys where the noisy nightlife should have started at night are dead silent, and the bars and shops on both sides have closed their doors.There was no one on the not-so-spacious road, only a single street lamp was still lighting up alone, dragging the shadows of the two people long and swaying gently on the slate bricks.

"So your lord and my father are old friends?"

"I once asked him for sword skills."

"I see……"

My father is skilled in swordsmanship, but he doesn't like killing, so he always politely declines invitations from some mafia families.However, it was this insistence that made Fioreton, who once extended a friendly hand, become angry and murderous.

Thinking of the gentle smiling faces of his parents, and the reluctance to give up when they said goodbye, Chris felt a pain in his heart, and he gritted his teeth and looked up at the dark cloudy sky, and he insisted on holding back the tears that filled his eyes.Afraid of being noticed by Squalo, he hurriedly changed the subject.

"My lord's companions are as easy to get along with as you!"

"Those bastards!" As if thinking of something, Squalo was a little annoyed. "They have bad tempers, just remember to keep your mouth shut."

"Yes, is it?"

"..."

"..."

"……grown ups."

"Ok?"

"Can you... teach me swordsmanship?"

Chris murmured, his big eyes full of longing and stubbornness. "My father left me a sword. I can only practice the basic moves. I haven't... haven't had time to teach me the rest..."

"I don't accept apprentices."

The outright refusal instantly sent Chris into a trough.He lowered his head and took a deep breath, trying to maintain his expression so as not to lose his demeanor, but his voice was a little choked.

"Sorry, I was abrupt."

Perhaps because of the cold wind at night, and the fact that he just cried for a long time, Chris couldn't help but hiccup suddenly.Before he could react, he called again, the voice was embarrassingly clear in the silent alley.He tried his best to control this embarrassing moment, but even though his face was flushed, he still had a few hiccups from time to time.

His usual good upbringing made him feel ashamed, wishing he could find a hole to get in, looking pitiful and ridiculous.

Squalo glanced at him, seeing his pitiful appearance, his stern expression couldn't be stretched for a while, and there was an inconspicuous arc.He snorted coldly and spoke suddenly.

"...I can teach you swordsmanship."

"Huh? What?!" Chris was a little dizzy from the sudden surprise, and even hiccupped. "You promised!"

"Hey! I didn't accept you as an apprentice!" Squalo was a little uncomfortable, and roared fiercely with a cold face. "Just simple instructions!"

Chris didn't have time to think about the difference between them, showing a long-lost happy smile.

Although it looks like it's unkind, it's actually...very gentle.

this person.

It was an unbelievable coincidence. Because of their always arrogant style, the Fioreton family even dared to strike at Pengo Lie's territory. They thought that this huge mafia organization would ignore it, and ended up in a tragedy of silence.It took only one person, and within a few hours, a new ground snake was uprooted.

This is the terrifying strength of the century-old family.

They wanted to recruit their father, but they were politely rejected. Those despicable people had already recruited later, and they didn't know it at the time. They only knew to listen to their mother's advice and hide in a hidden place.

If Squalo hadn't come in time, he would have been killed long ago.

He lost his parents, and even all his enemies were killed. He had no goals, his future was in turmoil, and he had nowhere to go.

He knew about Pengo Lie, but that was all. If not for what happened today, maybe he would never know about it in his whole life.Without knowing anything about Squalo, it seems too reckless to just rashly follow him to an unknown place.However, he saved his life, so it must not be too bad.

Perhaps, this is not a bad choice.

At this time, he has no way out, all the glory and love of the past have disappeared.He, as the orphan of Bernarrotti, struggles to survive, no matter what his identity is, even the mafia whose parents least want him to get involved.

He wants too, laughing, to be strong.

live.

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"Finally enlightened! Squalo!"

He was obviously a burly and powerful man, but his image was instantly shattered by Levi's wretched expression.He winked and touched Squalo's shoulder. "So you like this one! Where did you get it?"

"Bastard! Do you want to die!"

Squalo drew his sword furiously, and Chris's ears were buzzing with swearing, but everyone else seemed to be used to it.Just like the man opposite, wearing sunglasses and with messy dyed hair, watching the farce with his leisure time.After noticing his gaze, he pinched his waist and blew a kiss.

……

Even so, they looked very loose, and Chris, who was sensitive by nature, still felt the terrifying killing intent from them since he stepped into this hall.

He felt like the creature at the bottom of the entire food chain, and almost just a few glances were enough to break him.

too frightening.

How many lives did these people bear?

Balian's entourage quickly arranged a room for him. On the westernmost side of the second floor, as soon as the window was opened, he could see a large flower garden of delicate and beautiful roses.

It is said to be a base, but according to the size of the castle of the king of a small country, I am afraid that it is not so magnificent.At first glance, you can't see the edge at all, and the dense forest in the distance is very lush. If you look closely, there are spruces and plane trees. The most common poplar in Italy stands tall and straight, as if it wants to go straight into the sky.The planned garden is full of precious flowers, but it's a pity that he didn't see his favorite daisy.

In the south direction, there is a wide and straight road leading directly to the square. The fountain has been opened, and the falling water sparkles under the sunlight, reflecting the light and shadow in the water.Although it was still very early, the workers were already busy. A group of white pigeons were scattered all over the square, lowering their heads and nibbling corn kernels. The white figures were looming under the cover of the water.

Chris noticed that someone had entered the rose garden and was carefully watering each blooming rose.He leaned on the window sill and extended his hand to greet him habitually.

"Good morning!"

Wearing a mask, the man looked up in surprise, glanced at him, then hurriedly turned around and continued working, as if he didn't see anything.

Compared with home, the atmosphere here is almost lifeless.Ever since he came in, he hadn't seen a single person smiling. They were all cold, hypocritical and polite, like robots that couldn't think.

But the gardener who greeted him every morning, the cook who liked to stuff cakes for him, and the smiling housekeeper were all gone.

Chris warned himself that he should adapt to different situations, but he still couldn't hide the heavy loss in his heart.He closed the window and pulled out from his shirt pocket a well-made Patek Philippe pocket watch with "Sandro to Valentina, Eternal Love" engraved in curlicue on the dust cover.

It was the only relic he brought back.

With a "click", the cover popped open, and on it was a sweet group photo of a pair of good-looking lovers. The hour hand was still moving meticulously, but the old people were no longer there.Chris reached out and rubbed the photo for a while, showing a very bitter smile.

"Please tell me what to do? You say smiling can heal all sorrows, but... Kerry really doesn't know..."

"Wang!"

Andre, who had been cured, broke in suddenly. Seeing his long-lost owner, he jumped up excitedly with his tongue, and gave Chris a warm greeting.

"Andre! Wait! Don't...don't make trouble!"

Chris was caught off guard and thrown to the ground, his face was covered with sticky saliva, and it took him a long time to push away the over-enthusiastic silly dog ​​out of breath, only to find in embarrassment that there was still a servant waiting quietly at the door.

Noticing that the squabbling was over, the servant lowered his head and spoke without any fluctuation in tone.

"My lord, after the meal is over, please take your sword. Lord Squalo is still practicing."

"Ah okay."

Chris was stunned and let go of his hand. Andre seemed to feel that the master was a little bored, and started to walk around the room, looking around and scratching.

He put the pocket watch that he had been holding tightly in his pocket, and pressed his hand on his chest. His heart seemed to be beating along with the pocket watch, beating again and again.

Chris was suddenly relieved a lot.

He needs time to get used to everything here, negative complaints are not his style.

The main thing is, you will always be watching me from heaven, right?

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"Use your wrist hard!"

"understand!"

Squalo crossed his shoulders and critically examined Chris' sword swinging posture, and finally nodded slightly, admitting that he was still a bit talented.

He thought of something, his long and narrow eyes stared straight at a certain place, and after a while, he retracted his gaze without a trace.

I'm afraid Chris never knew, because the residence had sparked an argument.The always proud Balian members would never allow an outsider to live here, let alone a young man with no combat effectiveness.

In the end they came to an agreement that he should live on the farthest west side, which happened to be some distance from them.The three meals on weekdays are all in his own room, so as to avoid any intersection with them.

Without enough strength to make people stand out, they would not recognize his status.

Squalo knew that if he didn't grow much in the short term, those trash would never tolerate the existence of an ant.

This is also his own test for him.

If he didn't even have this bit of determination, he would only die worse.

"...I see! Squalo! Is that right?"

A sudden call interrupted the memory, and he cast his eyes on the radiant young man, his sea-blue eyes narrowed into crescents, and he kept gesticulating his newly learned moves, proudly looking like A child to be petted.

Squalo couldn't help but froze for a moment.

...There should be some difference.Perhaps, is there really a glimmer of expectation for him?