While the three of them were playing cards, Gin was drinking at Lupin.
A man in a black trench coat sat in front of the bar, drinking a glass of dark liquid with his eyes closed.
Dark wine, or...
Cahors wine.
The bartender is a curly black man who wears the bartender uniform to look like a cowherd.
His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the muscles on his arms, his eyes always seemed seductive, and his smile always revealed ambiguity.
Quite deliberately dispersing his own male hormones.
"Is this guest really not going to have a glass of Moscato?" He stood behind the bar and asked pointedly after serving a glass of vodka.
Vodka took the drink, glanced at the slutty Moscato, and then at the silver-gray-haired man who was drinking with his eyes closed without saying a word.
No matter how charming Moscato is, he can't compare to his elder brother.
Why just refuse to admit defeat?
It's obvious that the eldest brother doesn't take Moscato seriously at all.
"You are such a ignorant man. I really don't know how those little girls fell in love with you." Moscato said in a sinister tone.
Today Gin went to the Cowherd shop where he worked.
When Gin went there, Moscato was surrounded by a group of women, hugging several on the left and on the right, and several lying on his back and legs.
Wine is also being opened bottle by bottle.
There are three whiskey towers built.
Just when the atmosphere of ambiguity was lingering around everyone and everyone was playing an unspoken game together, a man in black pushed the door open and came in, carrying a biting cold wind, instantly attracting all the women around Moscato.
Terrified.
Moscato patted their shoulders one by one, trying to comfort them not to be afraid.
The women spoke.
"Is this also the new clerk in your store?" They looked at the man with his own cooling field with ambiguous eyes.
Moscato's comforting words were stuck in his throat for a moment.
The store where Moscato is located is a Cowherd store, and the so-called clerks are also Cowherds.
Thinking about it this way, what the woman asked was actually... "Is this the new cowherd in your store too?"
Moscato drank the wine in his glass silently.
"He looks like a foreigner."
"Such a cold look... I really want someone to take off his clothes and see if his chest is also cold." The woman rubbed Moscato while looking at the man in black's chest, waist, and...
...hang around.
The surroundings seem to be getting colder.
"Has your brain been eaten by a woman?" Gin looked coldly at the guy among the women who seemed to be intoxicated.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding..." Moscato cleared his throat.
"This is my friend, not an employee of the store..." he explained dryly.
"Wait a minute, he should have something to do with me." He got out of the crowd of women.
"Your friend, do you mind making some extra money?" When a woman took her hand away from his waist, she deliberately teased him with her fingertips.
Moscato:…
"My dear, isn't it enough for me to accompany you? It's really sad." He held the woman's hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand, looking at the woman with lingering eyes, and said in a low voice.
"But, you know, your friends seem to be more conquering than you." The woman looked distressed.
Moscato:...To conquer Gin? What can you rely on? Beauty? A person like Gin will only draw a gun without hesitation!
Seeing that Gin's aura was getting colder and colder, Moscato had no choice but to quickly coax the woman, and then pulled Gin to the corner.
There was a poisoning and murder case in the store not long ago, and there is another shooting case today. His store will not be closed. He should go back to Italy as soon as possible.
"The reason why you came to Japan." Gin asked expressionlessly.
Moscato should not come to Japan unless he receives a mission that requires cross-border execution.
"As for the reason... it's probably because all the girls in Italy were conquered by me." Moscato thought for a while and said nonchalantly.
Gutou
"I want to hear the reason, not lies." Gin's voice was cold.
"This is not a lie...Okay, okay, I understand, don't draw your gun." Moscato sighed.
"I said I just wanted to meet Master Kaa, do you believe it?" he asked in a serious tone.
"Are you that kid's dog too?" Gin showed an interested smile.
It looks scarier than when I'm not smiling.
"I don't want you to say that, aren't you the first dog?" Moscato said provocatively, still with a bohemian smile on his face.
"Ha." Gin sneered.
"Don't compare me to dogs like you."
"Go back to Italy as soon as possible, Japan doesn't need you." He said, turning around indifferently, his long silver-gray hair drawing sharp arcs in the air.
Unlike these guys who claim to be Kaa's dog, Gin never thinks of himself as the other person's dog.
Even when the person pointed at Gin and asked Gin to swear allegiance to the boy, Gin didn't think that he would become the other person's dog in the future.
because……
That person said it himself.
[Gin will be your best gun and will point the gun at other people according to your wishes.]
Gin is a gun. This gun originally belonged to that person, and was later given to that person's heir, Cahors.
Because this gun is very useful.
What Gin has to do is to make itself useful all the time, and that's enough.
For guns, accuracy and lethality are the most critical.
"It's really unpleasant..." Moscato stared at Gin's leaving figure with deep eyes.
But Moscato also knew that Gin was different from himself, and even from other people.
Gin was the first gun given to Cahors.
It is also a gun that has the power to destroy other guns.
No matter how many guns he had in the future, Gin's status would not change at all.
These latecomers cannot even be called guns, but can only be regarded as lackeys.
Guns naturally have the ability to kill dogs.
Even though he has become the godfather of the Italian Mafia, he is respected by many families.
Moscato also still remembers that before embarking on the road to becoming a godfather, he was just a confused prisoner.
At first, it was just because of a chat with the boy who was still the leader of the church choir.
Back then, the weak-hearted boy met a boy who could see through people's hearts.
Moscato always regarded that encounter as a miracle.
Even if it turns out later that the other person is just bored and wants to watch a good show, he still thinks so.
Anyway...
To the gods, the world is just their playground.
A casual word or a wish is enough to change the future of countless people.
Moscato is willing to regard the being who changed his future as a god.
Isn’t it natural for humans to please gods?
Especially... when that god wants nothing more.
There were so many people in the world, but He chose Him.
This is a miracle.
Based on the world's population, this is a miracle of one in seven billion.