The Law of the Silent Gentleman

"Of course I remember." She said, "You drew this when you were four years old. Your parents were full of praise at that time, thinking that you are very sensitive to color and may become a great painter in the future."

Giuliano said embarrassingly: "Can you not mention those embarrassing things..."

Enzo asked: "Do you remember when and where this painting was painted? Is there anything special about it?"

Theodora thought to himself: "It should be the time of Thermidor. Yes, that's right. I remember Giuliano drew it at the Sacon family's country house. We only move there in the summer. To escape the heat. If there is anything special in the painting... well, I really can't see it without insight."

"So the house in the painting is not the ancestral home of the Sacon family, but a country house?"

"I guess it should be... huh?"

Enzo couldn't help but grab Theodora's arm: "If you don't have any other appointments today, why don't you come with us for an outing?"

"It's winter now, why go green?!"

Before Theodora could react, Enzo dragged her out of the room and stuffed her into the carriage parked at the entrance of the hotel.

"You are kidnapping!" She poked her head out of the car window and yelled at Enzo.

The assassin jumped into the driver's seat indifferently: "Why, don't you want to revisit the old place with your favorite student?"

"With all due respect, I don't want to at all!"

Giuliano opened the car door, and Theodora was about to get out of the car, but Giuliano pushed her back.

"Since you are so reluctant, then you have to go alone." He closed the car door and sat down opposite the teacher.

"What?!" The female scholar was terrified.

"To get to the villa, I have to go out of the city, but now...it's not convenient for me, I'm afraid that the guards will recognize me, so I have to ask you to show Enzo the way."

"What way? What do you want to do!"

"The way to the villa. I suspect that my father hid something there. He left this painting as a clue to guide us to find the hidden truth."

Theodora finally figured out the cause and effect of the matter. "You mean, the real reason why your whole family was killed?"

"That's right." Giuliano turned his head and looked out the window. Talking about this topic with the teacher made him very uncomfortable. There was something heavy in his heart, and his chest felt tight.

"You can say it straight, why bother to be so sneaky."

"I'm afraid you won't agree, so I have to cut it first and play it later." Giuliano smiled weakly, "It's a coincidence that a long time ago—it should be the summer before the outbreak of the plague—I went to the villa with my mother in a carriage, I met a Reticent on the road. I remember it was a woman, wearing exaggerated and gorgeous clothes, but with a plain sword on her waist. That was the first time I saw a Reticent."

"I remember that too. Later you asked me about it specifically."

"My mother was very disgusted with them. At that time, I didn't understand the reason for her excitement."

"Because Olia and Vito are both aboveboard people, and have always disdained to be with these people of all kinds and ranks, but they made a deal with them because of the situation."

Giuliano stared out the window at the fast-moving street: "It's like a person who hates killing, but in order to survive, he has to pick up a sword."

Theodora was silent for a while, and then said: "At that time, I never would have imagined that you would become the Silencer one day."

Giuliano jerked his gaze back to his teacher. The female scholar shrank back involuntarily, as if she was stung by the sharp sharpness in his eyes.

"I will not become the Reticent."

"...Really?" Theodora asked in a low voice.

"Enzo has promised me that he will never force me to take over from him. After I complete my revenge," Giuliano silently added, "I will also complete this commission," and "I will start a new life."

Theodora stared at her hands on her lap: "Will you be like Vito and the others, the more you don't want to do something, the more it will happen?"

"No one can make me do what I don't want to do."

Theodora sighed, leaned back, closed her eyes, and signaled that she didn't want to talk about the subject any more.

The carriage stopped at the gate of "Flower Spring", Giuliano pushed the door and got off, and then the carriage left again. The young man looked at the dust raised by the wheels, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, and turned and walked into the courtyard after the carriage disappeared at the end of the street. The brothel is quiet during the day, and it can be said that there are few people there. When the sun goes down, it will usher in the "early morning" of the day.

Not even Jiaou was there. The dedicated steward also needs a rest after a busy night. The porter on duty was yawning. Giuliano had been coming and going frequently these past few days. He already knew him, so he didn't stop him. Giuliano pushed open the door of the brothel himself, surprised to find someone waiting for him—of course, he didn't want to see him at all.

Giovanni leaned on the railing on the second floor and waved to him lazily.

"Are you courting death?" Giuliano said coldly.

"Why are you so fierce? It's you who robbed my man, and it's not me who robbed you. I haven't robbed you yet."

"Enzo is your man? It's funny, it's a shame of you not to be a jester."

He walked up the stairs, thinking that if the little male **** dared to stop him, he would push him down from the second floor! do as promised!

But Gioani stayed where he was, not moving. As Giuliano approached, he eyed him with interest.

"So you and him are serious?" Giovanni asked, "Not in a... er, playful relationship?"

"Nonsense! Didn't he tell you!" Giuliano was furious.

"I thought he was using you as a shield on purpose because he was tired of us."

"I don't know about the others, but you are really annoying."

Giovanni smiled instead of anger: "Thank you for the compliment. This shows that I am not only not annoying, but also charming, because if you think I am not a threat, you will not be angry with me."

"you-!"

Giuliano moved his wrist, and the blade hidden in his sleeve slid silently into his palm. He covered his palm with his sleeve to prevent Giovanni from seeing it, and raised the corners of his mouth: "What is this, do you want to see my real 'sword at the sword'?"

Giovanni curled up a strand of his hair: "Thank you for being sensitive. But you are so energetic, you should save your strength to deal with his enemies, and don't let him get hurt again."

Giuliano glared at him.

"Be nice to him." Giovanni walked away from the railing and walked down the stairs. "He never said his occupation, but you can more or less guess it. He used to... have a bad life. Every time Every time you come, you will add new injuries, and you are always unhappy. I have never seen him smile from the bottom of his heart. Since you and him are real...then treat him well and don't disappoint his kindness."

Giuliano bit his lip. nonsense. he thinks. Do you still need to talk about this kind of thing?

"I envy you. Everyone here envies you as hell."

He was almost at the bottom of the stairs when Giuliano suddenly said, "...I should be envious of you."

"Huh?" Giovanni raised his head and looked up at him through the gap in the railing.

"You knew him earlier than me, and spent more time with him than me. It should be that I envy you."

Giovanni leaned on the railing: "Wow, it seems that you finally agree with me a little bit."

The two of them stared at each other for a while, and the hostile atmosphere disappeared at some point. The male prostitute stretched out his thumb and pointed at his back, "It's still early anyway, would you like to come to my room for a drink?"

"...Fuck you!" screamed Giuliano, rushing up the stairs.