[comprehensive] in the name of the father

"Let's deal with that child's matter first..." Standing in the cold rain, the elderly man turned his back to the interrogator, rubbed the cane in his right hand, but kept his back straight, as if Like a standing green pine.

"I'm really sorry, if I..." The person standing behind him and speaking was also an old man. His bright blond hair had started to turn pale, and his face was wrinkled. There was a bit of spontaneity in his voice. blame and regret.

"It's not your fault, Nougat." The old man shook his head, but he still didn't turn his head, as if he didn't want people to see the expression on his face. His movement of stroking the cane slowed down a bit, "I actually I knew before that the child might have guessed something, but..."

His voice became a little weak, "But because of the selfishness of a father, I didn't tell the truth..." As if he didn't want his subordinates to see his embarrassed side, the old man paused for a moment, and raised his hand to his face After wiping it carelessly, he continued to say in a steady voice, "In the end it will become like this... The biggest culprit should be me."

"What are you talking about, Boss!" Nie walked over, "No matter how you look at it, it's the fault of those brats themselves!"

"...Thank you." The old man gave a wry smile. "Anyway, it's great that no one died...Leave me alone for the rest."

"Yes, BOSS." Several people who followed Nougat looked at each other, and finally they all bowed to their BOSS under Nougat's shaking of the head, turned and walked away to busy with their respective affairs.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the face of the old man with his back turned to them very clearly. It was not as those people had guessed. The old man's face was calm and frightening, and his brown eyes that were almost black could not be seen. Any mood swings, "It's really troublesome, but since it's already like this, I always have to find a way to end it..."

As he said, he turned the stick in his hand quickly, and the situation of the whole castle suddenly appeared in his mind, "... Tsk, in short, find yourself a reliable deacon and a few useful maids first."

As he said, he took out a pocket watch from his pocket and took a look, "It's really useless. I thought that kid would be able to support the name of Judai, but it turned out to be the same."

After he finished speaking, he turned around indifferently and walked away from the spot.

The Vongola family in Italy is well-deserved as the world's number one mafia, and unlike other mafia that prefer to make trouble, the Vongola family has a very good reputation both in the underworld and the white world.

This time Vongola Castle was attacked, and as soon as the news came out that someone had assassinated the ninth generation of Vongola, everyone in the underworld was waiting for the next reaction of the Vongola family, but to everyone's surprise, Vongola actually treated it coldly. What news? It was not released to the outside world, as if the assassination incident never existed in the first place.

In this way, outsiders naturally don't know what happened in Italy, but at the same time, many outside families began to doubt Vongola's strength because they were assassinated and did not fight back.

As a result, of the six guardians who were supposed to stay in Palermo, only the Guardian of Thunder who was replaced due to this riot stayed with Vongola Jiudai, and the others went out to deal with various problems caused by this incident. The follow-up to the incident code-named "The Cradle Incident" has gone.

The ninth generation of Vongola, Timoteo (Timoteo), looked at the young Thunder Guardian beside him, and smiled helplessly, "Ganache, don't be so nervous, you look so nervous, but I don't know what to say to you OK."

"Hold, I'm sorry BOSS." The newly appointed Ganache·III is already the third generation. Ganache's father and uncle were both Vongola's thunder guards, and they were also the patriarchs of the Vongola alliance family, so when they served as the thunder guards After a certain period of time, Timoteo will take the initiative to ask them to take over the responsibility of the Guardian of Thunder and take over the affairs of their own family. He happened to be there when the cradle incident broke out, but he was entangled by several little ghosts in Balian, allowing Xanxus to find a chance to assassinate Kudaime, which made him feel ashamed, so he voluntarily resigned from the position of Guardian of Thunder.

Timoteo also took good care of the newly appointed Guardian of Thunder. When he was instructing him to handle family affairs, there was a knock on the door.

"Master, it's time for afternoon tea. Today's afternoon tea is Higgins Gray tea, and the refreshment is orange almond cake and strawberry pie." The person knocked on the door and said.

"Come in." Timoteo said, "Also, Sebastian, you don't have to tell the contents of the afternoon tea every time."

"Yes." The deacon who came in was a tall, handsome man with jet-black hair and dark brown eyes. He bowed slightly, indicating that he had understood the master's order. After getting up, he quickly poured the tea into the The cup was handed over to the two, and the refreshment shelf on the side was placed on the table, "Please use it."

"Boss, is this your new deacon?" Ganache·III asked curiously.

"By the way, I haven't introduced you much before. This is Sebastian Mika Ellis. He used to work as a deacon in the earl's house in England. His working ability is quite good. He wanted to Poach him here, but Amor did a good job in the past, so he hasn’t really recruited him.” Timoteo introduced with a smile, and then showed a somewhat helpless look, “Amor also followed I have been there for many years, and that kind of thing happened before, but it turns out that he can rest..."

As he spoke, he shook his head and looked outside. Vongola's castle still needed repairs. Many people were carrying construction materials in and out for repairs. He sighed, "It's really...an unfortunate disaster..."

Because the matter involved the rebellion of the descendants, Ganache wisely said nothing, "But in this case, Mr. Amor will be sad, after all..."

"There is no such thing. Mr. Amor told me downstairs that the master's taste is not so sweet, and asked me to prepare afternoon tea that is not particularly sweet." Sebastian said with a smile.

But seeing the cakes and pies on the refreshment shelf he handed over, Ganache showed a hesitant look, "This...isn't it sweet?"

"Yes, this is a not-so-sweet dessert specially made for my master. I didn't know about Mr. Ganache's taste in detail beforehand. I'm very sorry." Mr. Deacon said with a very apologetic bow.

"No, I'm actually..." Ganache said, forking a small piece of pie curiously, "It really tastes so bland..."

"A young man like you, Ganache, don't eat the same taste as an old man like me." Timoteo laughed, "Sebastian, when there are other people in my study, please prepare two desserts. Different dim sum."

"Yes." Sebas nodded in acceptance.

The habit of ordinary Italians is to stop working after three o'clock in the afternoon, but for the mafia, this rule is obviously not common, especially for the Vongola family who just came over from the assassination incident, until two o'clock in the morning, in the study of the castle The lights gradually dimmed.

"Finally I can rest." Timoteo put down the pen casually, reached out and rubbed his shoulders, with a very indifferent look on his face.

"Please go this way, the bath water is ready for you." Sebastian walked over and motioned for the other party to come with him.

After a busy day, Timoteo could finally take a hot bath to relax his body. He buried himself in the warm water contentedly, and exhaled contentedly.

"But I really didn't expect that such an important person as you..." Sebastian couldn't help but opened his mouth after seeing Timoteo in a good mood while taking a bath.

"I am here to do such a thing, do you have any opinions?" Timoteo, who floated his head out of the water, only showing his eyebrows, made a sound somehow, and Timoteo, who emerged from the water You can't see the appearance of an old man at all, the black hair, black eyebrows, and tight skin all show that this is an out-and-out young man, because the lower half of his face is in the water, outsiders can't see him now He had a complete expression, but there was a hint of displeasure in his voice.

Seeing that the entire room became pitch black in an instant, Sebas knelt down on one knee immediately, "No, absolutely nothing."

Countless cold sweats oozed from his forehead in an instant, and the huge pressure hit him, making his bones make painful sounds. As a devil, he didn't want to be punished for offending his master on the first day of work. was killed.

"It's good to do the work of the deacon honestly." The pressure in the room disappeared instantly, and the original darkness disappeared. Well, I will naturally give you a rich reward."

"Yes, Mylord." The man stood up nervously, "Speaking of which, Lord, do the other servants in the family need me to find them?"

"No, what I squeezed out before is just used here." Timoteo stretched out his finger and rubbed his chin, "Well, the name... from Alpha to Zeta."

He said, turning his head to look at Sebastian, "The ability is not bad, you can use them with confidence, and don't worry that my alienation will affect them."

"Honored."

The author has something to say:

This is a story with Vongola IX as the protagonist, but please don’t think that our protagonist will be a grandfather~

And I originally wanted to schedule it at 12:12 noon today, but last night JJ was smoked, and I couldn't save it in the manuscript box... a tragedy!