There are only a few priests in the church at dusk.
The young Moscato knelt in front of the statue, not knowing what to say.
"You feel unwilling, and these unwillingness cannot be told to God." The boy wearing a white robe embroidered with cross patterns held a Bible in his hands and came to him kneeling in front of the statue of God.
Then he sat next to the statue without any respect.
"I feel painful about my identity and confused about my future." Asti, who was a teenager eight years ago, looked troubled.
He is a child of a mafia family, and his father is the patriarch of the family. He was born with responsibility.
You must learn to contribute to your family and die for the glory of your family.
As long as the family's future is bright, you don't have to worry about your own future.
Teenagers are already the age to get married, and the best way to make friends between families is to get married between the next generation.
He couldn't even tell this to God.
Because he should listen to his family, follow their expectations, and grow into what they want to see.
Even he himself felt that his confusion was undeserved.
"You did not choose your current identity, but the future can be controlled by your own hands." The boy tore off a page from the Bible and began to fold things.
"There is another option, which is that you look at the future that you could have changed and still go in the direction arranged by others." He said without raising his head while folding things.
"I..." The young Moscato's complexion was still fair, with blond curly hair, and he gritted his teeth in confusion.
He wanted to say that he didn't care and that he was willing to pay for his family, but he couldn't say it out loud.
He lowered his head in despair.
He can't do it.
Like other people in the family, marry a wife who exists only for marriage. After marriage, everyone can play their own lives, but still appear to be loving on the surface.
"If you are willing, your soul will not be full of unwillingness and confusion." The boy tore off another page of the Bible.
"Although this confusion is a bit inexplicable."
"Isn't your gun right there?" As he said this, he pointed to the boy's pocket.
"Would you feel better if you took everything into your own hands and prevented others from making choices for you?" The boy finally raised his head, and only then did young Moscato notice that the boy's right eye was haunted.
Snow white bandage.
The facial features are delicate and cute, but they are a little more fragile and sickly because of the bandages.
The kite-colored left eye was so clean that there was nothing in it.
But unlike God who cannot see the troubles of his followers, the boy can see everything.
"Here you are, here are the flowers folded from the Bible." The boy handed the folded flowers to the young man.
"May all those who are confused find their way." He closed the Bible and spoke calmly.
"Next time if you encounter trouble again, come to the church and see me."
"I am..." He said with a smile.
"Noah, come to me." The priest with long silver-white hair and eyes covered with a black ribbon beckoned.
Interrupting the boy's self-introduction.
But he still let the young man know the boy's name.
[Noah]
He watched the boy holding the Bible and walking up to the blindfolded priest. With a gentle smile on his face, the priest reached out and touched the boy's hair.
He was a very famous priest, even known as God's agent, and his reputation was almost the same as that of the contemporary Pope.
Even with his eyes covered, the exposed parts can still be seen, and he must have an almost perfect appearance.
"You are guiding the confused believer again. Do you think he can find the way forward?" The priest was obviously blindfolded, but he still lowered his head and looked at the boy.
"It depends on whether he wants to follow his own path." The boy shook his head.
"I..." The young man blushed.
His hands subconsciously touched his pocket.
There is a gun there.
As the boy said, the gun was on his body, but he didn't know whether he should pick up the gun or who he should aim the gun at.
"If you are confused and hesitant and refuse to make a decision, you won't be able to find the answer no matter how many times you come to church." The blindfolded priest looked at the boy.
"The statue can't speak." His smile was gentle and sacred.
But he made blasphemous remarks.
The posture even reveals a hint of arrogance, but it seems to be just an illusion.
"You tore the Bible and folded it again..." Because the priest quickly turned his head, knelt down and picked up the Bible in the boy's hand, sighing.
"I've memorized the content anyway," the boy said in a nonchalant tone.
"Do you think the choir is fun?" the priest asked the boy.
"Tell the truth?" the boy asked.
"Of course, the last thing I want is to see you lying to me." The priest touched the boy's head again.
Gu Qiao
The boy frowned and said, "It's a bit disgusting."
In church, even in front of a statue of God, he said the song he sang was disgusting.
"Then there won't be a next time." The priest just smiled and said gently and sacredly.
The blindfolded priest and the boy with a bandage on his right eye seemed to exist in the same world.
They don't care about God, they don't care about others, and they don't care about the young man standing next to them.
The ignored boy's hand touched his pocket bag countless times and moved away countless times before he finally made a choice.
"You're right, the gun is in my hand, and my future should be decided by myself." The young man took a deep breath.
It was as if the confusion and unwillingness of this period of time were turned into breath and spit out.
Then he stood up and patted his knees.
"My name is Levitt, Levitt Asti, can I still come to you in the future?" the teenager asked the boy.
"Of course, I'm bored all the time." The boy looked at him and smiled.
The young man touched his pocket and left the church.
A few days later, he came back again.
It was still dusk, and the boy with scars all over his body returned to the church again.
Only this time, he did not kneel before the statue again.
Instead, in the corner of the church library, I found a boy sitting on a ladder, tearing up the Bible in his hand and folding flowers.
The young man sat at the bottom of the ladder and talked to himself about his troubles.
The boy folded the flowers without saying a word, like a dumb statue.
"A revolution without brains cannot win." After listening to what the young man said, the boy spoke slowly.
"What should I do?" Levitt looked up at the boy above the ladder.
"Are you going to do as I say?" the boy just asked.
"Otherwise?" Levitt said blankly.
The boy's iris-colored left eye stared at him condescendingly, and then the corners of his mouth raised.
"The Lord says you should help those in need."
"So, okay, I'll teach you how to do it." The boy happily put down the pile of flowers in his hand as if he had found a more interesting game.
As a result, with repeated teachings, Levit Asti’s path became clearer and clearer.
When he became the leader of his family, his own path finally appeared.
After tanning her fair skin and dyeing her golden curly hair, she changed her tendency to blush and became a person who exudes charm all the time, with ambiguous eyes and a wild smile.
Say goodbye to everything in your past.
Levitt Asti, who replaced his father as patriarch that year, was 18 years old and had not yet received the code name of Moscato, and was not even a member of the organization.
Noah, who was still in church that year, was eight years old.
The man sighed deeply as he recalled the past.
He slowly returned to his previous position and sat back among the women.
[It seems that it has been taught and can be put into use.]
Moscato thought of those words from back then.
Before I could fully recall how I joined the organization in the first place, I heard the woman next to me say, "Can you give me your friend's contact information? I want to invite him to dinner."
While talking about eating, the smile on his face can let people know what his real purpose is.
"I also want..."
"And I..."
Originally, hugging him was very popular, but Moscato seemed to be even more popular, but he was not happy.
Because those people were all asking him for his contact information for gin.
Moscato: Damn it - how am I worse than gin?!
You can't compare with the young master, but you actually lose in terms of charm?
Aren't wild handsome men less popular than icebergs?
"If Asti you are worried about being alone, we can also be together, me, you, and him, together~" Someone said with a smile and a lingering look in his eyes.
Moscato: ...Even if it’s a threesome, I won’t go with that guy Gin! If Gin hears this, no one will survive.
Moscato sighed.
He can't beat Gin. Even the godfather of the Italian Mafia is not as powerful as the organization, and his status is naturally not as high as Gin, who is the third in command.
The charm aspect is also...
It was a complete defeat in almost every aspect.
The more Moscato thought about it, the angrier he became, so when Lupin saw Gin, he couldn't help but provoke him wildly.