[Tutor] I'm really just a weak dodder flower

The school gave us a little holiday after the Yule Ball.

To be honest, I think it is a bit stupid to not let the students go home on Christmas Eve and to have the holiday the next day, but since it is an arrangement of the school, as sheltered students, we are not qualified to question it.

A brief separation from a roommate is always sad.

I took Colum's hand, and solemnly placed the jewelry that had been in my small treasury for several months in her hand, and staged a farce of tears: "My dear, we are about to separate the two places." , I hope you will remember me when we meet again."

"...We just took a short vacation for a week, Cecilia." Colum replied blankly, "Don't act like you are parting from life and death."

"Oh, it looks like you don't like my new script very much." I shrugged, and wiped away the crocodile tears hanging from my eyes with the handkerchief hidden in my handbag, "See you in a week, my baby."

"See you in a week, Cecilia."

Collom said goodbye to me dumbfounded.

I got into the car that my brother had arranged in advance during her send-off.My family headquarters is not very far from the school, which is why my brother insisted on sending me to study.

However, the purpose of my trip was not to go home.After putting a few luggages into the car, I reported a place name to the driver. It was an inconspicuous residential area in Sicily, a little far from the school.It is eleven o'clock in the morning, and it may take nearly four or ten minutes to get to the destination from here.

I took this opportunity to touch up my makeup.

It was a bit late yesterday, and it was past midnight when I actually went to bed. Even if I covered my face with thick foundation, I couldn't hide the tiredness that radiated from the inside out, which made me feel bad.

I got a call about an hour ago from some little guy I hadn't seen in a long time.

No, to be precise, he is not a small person.

It was a man who had been on the run for years for killing a Mafia member, and I met him by accident.He was hunted down by the Avengers, and I happened to have the ability to covertly respond to him, so I helped him a little.

Selling favors is a very common thing. Even I, who is doomed to have no access to the center of family power, still needs a few objects that I can drive at will.A stranded, cornered Avengers prison wanted man is the perfect choice.

I hid him in a house under my name.

Neither my father nor my brother would accept a wanted man, so I had to secretly support him in my own name.Fortunately, this gentleman is good enough to know the current affairs. He can tell who treats him well and who treats him badly, and he didn't do anything to stab me in the back.

I asked the driver to park the car at the gate of the community.

The family members all knew that their second lady had a private residence, and she would sneak away to pass the time when she didn't want to go home.No one will suspect that I am hiding a real person here - even if there is, it doesn't matter, they will only think that I have become so indifferent to men that I have raised a little boy on my own.

When I opened the door, I saw a man with black hair sitting on one side of the independent sofa, and the black tea on the coffee table was still warm.

"You are really a prophet, Mr. Greco." I tore off the silk gloves that wrapped my fingers, and threw them casually on the back of the sofa. "The temperature of the black tea is just right... No sugar for two servings of milk, thank you."

The man named Guyd added two servings of milk to my teacup very gentlemanly as I ordered.

I enjoyed his services without scruple.

After spending so much money to hide a wanted criminal, it is only natural to ask for a little in return.I'm not some sappy girl in a love opera, and it's never going to happen to me to help a man without asking for anything in return.

"Hasn't the Avengers touched it yet?" I asked.

"Yes, Miss Cecilia," Good replied, "They haven't checked here yet."

Maybe it's not that they haven't checked here, but they don't think it's time to do it yet.I think.

I don't think I have what it takes to hide a man from the Avengers.I've hid Goodid for so long, I guess the Avengers should have known about it long ago.Maybe they just don't do it because they don't think it's necessary.

Maybe the Avengers are now thinking about why the other party did what I did.

"It's going to change." Good suddenly brought up a topic that I didn't particularly care about. "Recently, a small family has sprung up, Jesso. I heard that the leader is a college student who just graduated."

Emerging small families are not uncommon.Every year, countless small families are born and countless small families disappear.

Fishermen would throw catfish into the sardines they caught. The active catfish became "irritated" and kept swimming in an unfamiliar environment. The sardines stimulated by the catfish would also speed up swimming, successfully solving the problem of transportation. The problem of low survival rate in the process.

For Sicily, these new bloods are a functioning catfish, they keep the island alive, and that's all.

After the sardines are transported to the destination, the catfish will become a delicacy on the table, and the small families that have made waves in Sicily will be swallowed up by the big family at a certain point, or they will survive and survive by relying on other old families. Gradually become the new old family.

We don't need to set our sights on those newborn blood, because that is meaningless.

But I trust Guyd's judgment.People who are used to fugitive life always have a much more sensitive sense of smell than we do.

"Jeso?" I picked up the black tea cup and signaled the young man to continue talking.

"Their leader, Bai Lan, seems to have some kind of special ability. I don't know exactly what it is," Guid organized his words, and I think he seemed a little anxious, "But it is said that in the few small family conflicts so far, The Jesso family is always the one that wins big."

"Are you suggesting that I get in touch with that... um, Mr. Prynne?" I asked.

"No, please be careful with him," said Good. "He's an extremely dangerous man, and I don't think you should have any unnecessary contact with him."

"Well then," I shrugged, "I trust your judgment."

Cecilia is very sorry for her life.There must be a reason for Guyd to say that he shouldn't contact Bailan. Even if I don't know what the reason is, I won't recklessly join in and put myself in danger.

The young man fell silent.

I instinctively felt that he was considering his words and wanted to make a big splash, so I asked him one step ahead: "You called me today, not just to remind me to stay away from Bailan, right?"

I thought I had a debt of gratitude to Good, but this kind of thing is just a phone call away, and it's not worth the trip.

Good stood up abruptly, looked me in the eyes, and thanked me, "Thank you for your care, Miss Cecilia," he said, "staying with you for so long, I have to go."

"You will be taken away by the Avengers if you leave here." I narrowed my eyes.

"I know," he said. "I'll take care of that. You needn't worry."

I sighed.

Guyd knew that I didn't really save him because I wanted to save others, and that we were just a tacit cooperative relationship.He honestly gave me almost nothing in return in this relationship, but that's not a reason for me not to let him go.

"Then wish you a smooth journey in advance, and hope to be able to contact you in the future."

"If Miss Cecilia needs me in the future, please go to my master directly." Guyd felt a little sorry, and it seemed that he knew that he was accepting favors from others in vain. "You know him."

I do know that Good has an owner, and that his owner secretly abducted him after I rescued him, but I have never been able to find the elusive Mr. kind of thinking.

But now Good says I know the man.

"Forgive me for being slow, Mr. Greco." I twitched the corners of my mouth, thinking which family's son would have the ability to pry someone from me, "I don't know who your master is."

"No, you know that person," the other party replied, "his name is Liu Dao Mu."

"...???"

The author has something to say:

Section 69 offline and without any dry goods

The plot is almost ready to enter the main line

Guyd: Actually, I have a master, you know him, that canned pineapple soaked in water (Dark Fog)

Cecilia: How come there are six dead bodies everywhere, how shameless is this person? !

The people who have a better relationship are all 69 people, Cecilia is really miserable (...)