Special Forces Medic

Chapter 984 953: Nicholas Clompor

Augusto paced uneasily on the carpet interwoven with black, white, and gray long-thread silk, the room lined with bookshelves stacked with various books on two sides reaching directly to the ceiling.

Beneath a wall with two windows was a set of modular sofas and a simple black coffee table matching the fish-color series, adorned with crystal cups and a water kettle. A few lemon slices soaked in the kettle gave the clear water a fibrous murkiness, occasionally with strands of pulp floating inside, the fresh pale-yellow pulp looked appetizing.

The other side of the wall was where he had just entered. The room contained almost no color other than the black, white, and gray scheme, contrasting sharply with the whole manor but resembling their revered and feared Godfather exactly.

"Oh, my dear Augusto, why don't you sit and wait for me?" Nicholas strolled in, his elegant steps unhurried, golden long hair casually tied with a black ribbon at the back of his head, a few strands naturally hanging over his forehead. He lazily leaned on the comfortable-looking sofa as soon as he entered, "Today, I'm indeed a bit tired. You won't blame me for keeping you waiting long, will you?" The words lightly carried an apology to Augusto, making him nervously move his lips, too fearful to reply.

Augusto, as an upper echelon of the Lucchesi clan, is considered part of one of the legacy clans, the longest reigning. From the previous Godfather, he clawed his way up from gore to stabilize his position as the head of the clan, eliminating anyone within the clan who could affect him, adhering to the principle of wiping out thousands rather than letting a single one slip through.

The battle could indeed be called a massacre, yet it granted him overnight fame, second only to Kromop in power. Rumors outside circulated that if the current Godfather met an unfortunate end, Augusto Lucchesi might very well become the next Godfather.

However, only he knows he could never replace this young man. Just as Augusto was lost in divine travel, Nicholas somehow was already standing in front of him.

"Augusto? Augusto!"

"Ah! Yes, sorry!" Augusto quickly stepped back, maintaining some distance from this Godfather with amused blue eyes, knowing no one was clearer than him about the sanguinary person behind the face that charms the ignorant.

"Augusto, who do you think is most suitable for Wolf's position?" Nicholas chuckled lightly, nestling in the three-seater sofa, and closed his eyes, supporting his head with his right hand. Below the prominent bridge of his nose, his thin lips curled slightly, resembling a genuine smile. Young, handsome, kind, gentle were evidently the Godfather's synonym, and Augusto had a nauseous feeling from these praises at times; he truly wished to grab this praised person and throw him into the beasts' cage to be devoured alive.

"Raphael! No one fits this position better!"

"Raphael? My dear brother?" Nicholas hummed without further remarks. "Fick holds prejudice against Raphael, stirred up quite a few jokes at 'Bessade' two days ago!"

"Godfather, please forgive Fick's recklessness. He bears no ill will towards Raphael, just, just..." Augusto found himself at a loss for words, never knowing he would be so wordless and lack presence before this young man.

"I know. You all discuss behind my back that this Godfather used inhuman means to gain this position. A child barely grown, still not weaned, trying to lead you veterans who have adventured alongside previous Godfathers, thinking you are more entitled to sit in this position, right?"

Augusto widened his eyes, opting not to refute at this moment, but the fact that such rumors reached Nicholas might spur the clan's boss to consider tightening the family rules.

"No need to worry, Augusto. If I could sit in this position, I naturally have my ways; it's not something you need to worry about now. Sit!" Nicholas pointed to the single seater sofa at his heel. "Standing like that always tires me with having to look up to speak to you."

"Yes, I failed to think it through." Augusto promptly sat on the single-seater sofa. "Wolf's death alone should be a lesson to those having delusions."

"Do you really think they see it that way?" Nicholas lifted his eyes, his icy-blue pupils carrying a playful mirth. The corner of his lips curled with a mischievous charm that could captivate more than any woman. "I called you not to talk about Wolf. Those clear-minded naturally understand the subtext. 'Bessade' recently welcomed a few Eastern individuals, and Fick got close to one of them, isn't that so?"

"I will look into it!" Augusto's heart skipped a beat, pledging without showing a sign.

"Augusto, I don't oppose you having more interactions with the Eastern person named Hua, but you must remember, don't forget where you belong, who your master is, got it?"

"Godfather, the Lucchesi clan will always remain your loyal subordinates, never a second heart." Augusto suddenly knelt at Nicholas's feet, right hand over his chest, swearing.

"There is another man who always stays beside the Eastern man named Hua; he's quite a formidable character. I do not wish for any unnecessary trouble with the Xiao Family; have Fick watch his words and actions."

"Godfather..." Augusto hesitated, leading Nicholas to frown slightly.

"Augusto, are you growing more timid with age?"

"According to my data, they came for a Chinese man named Wang, who possesses the Rose Staff, and his father once bestowed favors upon us. So..."

"Rose Staff, ah!" Nicholas blinked his eyes. "Ha! Augusto, your idea to pit people against each other is rather crude, yet it's a decent thought. Just a reminder, don't be blinded by illusions. Avoiding entanglement unless our own interests are involved."

Augusto observed Nicholas's profound expression with incomprehension, carefully savoring each word and the left-over meanings. This person would not engage in the superfluous, and he surely knows the clandestine maneuvers of those families; he's surely plotting something, including Wolf's death, certainly not just a warning. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)