Chapter 131 Chapter 131 Please allow me to introduce you to my...
Ethan Frye is the headmaster of a school in Crawley, at least, that's his official role. He has a pair of adorable, lively twins who are eagerly growing up. The older one, Evie, is the older twin, born four minutes early. The younger one, Jacob, is deeply dissatisfied with these four minutes that determine his family status, but he can do nothing about it.
Jacob inherited his father's good looks, but not his serious and refined personality, and he's rather cynical. That's putting it mildly. A few days ago, he lost everything playing cards in the tavern, and in a fit of rage, he kicked all the young men into the river. In the end, Evie had to settle the matter for him...
Of course, after realizing that soft words didn't work, Evie simply beat them up to make them obey her and vowed not to bother Jacob again.
This, perhaps, reveals Evie's character. Although she's always been the one who respects her father and is more willing to listen, like her brother, she can never be described as "well-behaved." For example, right now, she tiptoed downstairs and, as usual, quietly pressed her ear to the study door, hoping to hear what her father and his new guest were saying.
This new guest who came from afar was very mysterious. Not only was he handsome (Jacob scoffed at this, but Evie thought she could see her brother's jealousy), but his manners were also very polite and proper. Evie even heard the title of "Duke".
Of course, Jacob scoffed at this news. But he pretended to be absorbed in listening to every bit of information Evie overheard, as he always did. When he heard that he had won the "Order of the Annunciation," Jacob even said that they would eventually acquire such a thing. Evie, after looking it up in a book, told her clueless brother that it was an Italian medal, the equivalent of the British Order of the Garter. Jacob rolled his eyes and said that they would eventually acquire the Order of the Garter.
And then Evie didn't bother to tell him how hard it was.
But it was these "medals" and "dukes" that confused Evie's cognition, making her think that her father's guest could not be associated with assassins. After all, assassins roamed in the dark, didn't they?
So, just as she put her ear to the study door, before she could catch a few words, she heard footsteps from inside, and then the door was pulled open. If she hadn't been helped, Evie would have fallen through the door. But when she looked up and saw that it was her father's new guest, politely holding her shoulder, with an expression that seemed to be about to say something but hesitated, Evie suddenly felt that she might as well fall to the ground.
"I'm sorry, I..." Her stammering apology was immediately interrupted by Ethan Frye, who stood up. Her father strode forward, glaring at her sternly, but then positioned himself in front of the guest, shielding her behind him. "I apologize for my poor upbringing. But please allow me to introduce you to my daughter, Evie Frye."
The guest also let go of his hand at the right time and seemed to understand.
"Miss Frye," he nodded.
"Evie, this is Elio Vongola, Duke of Caserta from Sicily," Ethan said, "and the local Assassin Mentor. You should respect him more; he's here to help."
"Mr. Vongola." Evie greeted awkwardly.
"That's fine. Just call me Elio," the guest, a duke and assassin mentor, said good-naturedly. He took two steps back and tilted his head. "Since Miss Frye is interested in our conversation, why not let her join in? What do you think, Ethan? After all, she's your daughter. You have the final say."
Evie's eyes lit up, and she looked at Ethan expectantly. There was no doubt she wanted to join their conversation very much. But Ethan refused without hesitation, "She's too young. Evie, close the door after you leave."
Evie felt deeply disappointed. But she didn't dare say it out loud. She simply pursed her lips, said goodbye as politely as possible, and did as her father had instructed. Not daring to linger at the door, Evie quickly ran upstairs, hoping to find more records about the Sicilian Assassins.
Just at this moment, her brother came up to her annoyingly.
"I heard my father kick you out of the study." He repeated what had just happened in his high and low tones in an annoying manner.
It was Evie's turn to roll her eyes. "Jacob, if you don't have anything else to do…"
But when she turned her head and saw Jacob's face, Evie was so shocked that she forgot everything she was going to say. There were actually several bloody scratches there.
"What's wrong with you?" Ivy asked, pinching his face directly. "Who scratched you? You're not going to mess with girls, are you?"
Jacob's face flushed red, and he pushed Evie's hand away. "I didn't! Do you think I'm the type of person Henry is?"
Henry was the boy next door. He had confessed his love to Evie a few years earlier, writing her several poignant poems. Evie was initially pleasantly surprised, but soon grew bored. Just as she was struggling to figure out how to reject him, Jacob dragged Henry to the river for a "good" chat, and then the matter was dropped.
The thought of this softened Evie's expression. Even though her idiotic brother was always causing trouble, he never did anything he shouldn't have done. Evie knew him well. So, despite Jacob's fierce resistance, she let go of his hand and placed it on his waist. "What's wrong with your face?"
After some vague hesitation, Jacob muttered reluctantly under Evie's gaze, "It was scratched by a cat."
Evie took a closer look and saw that the scratches were indeed three perfectly spaced, evenly spaced. She was speechless, then burst into laughter. Under Jacob's angry glare, Evie quickly stomped across the floor, found her father's iodine tincture, and applied it to his face. Like a wild cat, Jacob struggled, but like a cat's owner, Evie held him down without allowing him to resist.
"If you get disfigured, no girl will like you!" Ivy threatened.
Jacob was about to say something like, "Scars are medals," when Evie's hand felt heavy, and the young assassin, who had never seen blood, immediately cried out pitifully. Evie laughed heartily, but she couldn't help but feel a little pity for her brother. He could have been tickled on his hands or legs, but why did he have to be tickled on his face?
However, Jacob quickly forgot about it and leaned over to ask about the previous topic. "What happened? Why did your father kick you out?"
Evie had almost forgotten about it. She glanced to the side and could still see the book she had hastily opened, but it had long since been blown to some unknown page by the wind. "Elliot must have caught me eavesdropping," Evie said unhappily (mostly out of spite for her brother's carelessness), "so Father had to put on an act. I'll go back and ask what they talked about."
"Come on, I'm not interested," Jacob said. "No. Why did you call him 'Elio'?"
Evie snorted, "He said so."
Jacob questioned, "'He said that'?"
Evie put the iodine away, turned back to her book, and then turned to give Jacob a fake smile. Just as she was about to say something to send her brother away, a creaking sound came from downstairs. The siblings' expressions froze, their ears perked up. They exchanged glances, and they immediately understood what they both understood: the study door had been opened.
Sure enough, Ethan and Elio's voices became much clearer. The brother and sister glanced at each other and immediately rushed down the stairs to see what was happening.
"...That voice must be my two children," Ethan's voice became clearer and clearer, "Evie and Jacob Frye."
Evie didn't think twice and naturally moved forward. Jacob suddenly felt awkward and hesitated for a moment before his sister pulled him forward, reluctantly revealing his painted face to the guests. Elio was also visibly stunned, then raised his eyebrows. "What a handsome young man! It would be a shame if he were disfigured."
Ethan turned to look at Jacob, also speechless. "Since we have guests here, I'll give you some face," his father's eyes clearly conveyed this message. But just before Ethan was about to say something that he knew was false, Elio raised his hand and touched his chin, seemingly carelessly, but in Ethan's eyes, deliberately showing the ring on his finger.
"Need help?" Elio asked.
Ethan was stunned. He knew Elio's ring could ignite magical flames because that was the topic they had just discussed, the Piece of Eden. But he hadn't expected Elio to connect the Piece of Eden with such a trivial matter. As Ethan quickly assessed the situation, the twins' eyes darted from Elio to Ethan, then from Ethan to the ring on Elio's hand.
"What help?" Jacob asked.
Ethan ignored him and said to Elio cautiously, "Then I'll leave it to you."
Elio then said, "Don't worry, Jacob, it doesn't hurt at all."
But to the wary Jacob, these words sounded like "Haha, I'm going to make you suffer." He almost jumped up immediately, but Ethan ordered in time, "Evie, hold him down"; so Jacob was trapped in the spot, unable to break free, watching Elio's evil fingers press against his face, and closed his eyes in despair.
He heard Evie's startled gasp. Something soft licked his face, much softer than a cat's tongue. It didn't hurt at all. When Jacob opened his eyes again, he saw Elio's smiling face, and next to him, a shocked Evie and his serious-looking father.
"It doesn't hurt at all, does it?" Elio asked with a smile.
Jacob touched his face. But he touched Evie's fingers first, because his sister was also touching his handsome, intact face in shock.
"As for the color of the iodine," Elio said, turning to Ethan, "I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it."
"Not at all," Ethan said. "I'm already incredibly grateful."
"I should be the one who is most grateful."
Jacob was about to interrupt their languid small talk when Evie quickly covered his mouth. Elio must have noticed their "family interaction," as he gave him a smile before leaving, which Jacob found very meaningful. Fortunately, Elio had been spending more time with the Frye family since then, giving the twins plenty of time to spend with him.
Evie and Elio discussed the Artifact of Eden, her eyes aglow as she studied the ring on his hand and the sword Elio had generously offered. "I read about it in a book," Evie said, excitedly brandishing her sword, nearly striking Jacob as he passed by. "This sword is exactly like the one Master Arno Dorian used!"
Elio smiled but said nothing.
Jacob kept questioning Elio about the Revolutionary War. When he discovered Elio was from a Mafia family, he eagerly asked for details. "I'll definitely become a boss," the young assassin in the flat hat dreamed, "with an iron fist and justice!"
Elio smiled but said nothing.
"Oh," Evie asked, "So what are you going to call your gang?"
Jacob was full of pride, "The Black Crow Gang!"
Evie rolled her eyes. "You were talking about calling the Goshawk Gang a few days ago."
The siblings began arguing over the name of their future gang. They argued about everything, and Elio was used to it. He tilted his head to one side, covering the lower half of his face, trying to stop himself from laughing too hard. But his efforts quickly failed. The twins quickly turned their attention to him, demanding to know which name was better.
Elio pretended not to know the answer to that question, deliberately considering it for a moment. Then, the legendary assassin crossed his arms, leaned forward, and said to the twins, who were waiting with bated breath, "On behalf of the Vongola, I want to tell you two that we in Italy look forward to the day when we can collaborate with the London Black State."
There was a moment of silence. The twins stared at him, stunned. Then, almost simultaneously, they gasped.
He spoke so formally and solemnly, as if he could really foresee that future!
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Author's words: This chapter Oreo: It's so easy to be overwhelmed by the cuteness of the Fry Twins
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