Chapter 48 Old Blue: Praise the Goddess!

Benson opened the door and found that the Husky was still eating dog food and had no desire to come in, so he took off his hat and went into the house.

"Klein, there's a... huh? Are there guests?"

He saw Old Blue’s formal coat on the hanger. Klein always kept his formal clothes in his room.

——Klein has an armpit gun pocket outside his vest. If he changes out of his coat at the hanger at the entrance, the revolver will undoubtedly be exposed.

"You must be Klein's brother, right? I heard Klein talk about your family. He is such a responsible and hardworking guy. By the way, my name is Blue. I live at No. 11 on this street. I came to visit Klein today..."

An old but powerful voice came. Benson looked towards the living room. An old man wearing a vest and shirt, with white hair and beard and deep wrinkles stood there. That was probably the guest... Klein's guest...

Number 11... Benson seemed to recall something. He calmly hung up his coat, walked over, and shook hands with the old man. He felt the palm was warm and rough, and seemed to have thick calluses. He was slightly startled, and then said unobtrusively:
"You're too kind, Mr. Blue. Hello, my name is Benson, Benson Moretti, Klein's brother. You've taken care of him..."

"Benson, you're back. Well, it'll be ready soon. Today's dinner is very sumptuous..." Melissa, who had come to the kitchen to help a long time ago, brought out a plate of fried fish, placed it on the dining table, and turned to Benson in the living room and said.

"Really? I'm really looking forward to it..." Benson smiled and replied to Melissa. Then he said to old Blue, who he had just greeted, "Mr. Blue? Shall we go to the dining table? I wonder if the dog outside the door..."

"Oh, that's my dog. I hope it doesn't cause any trouble to you."

Benson took Old Blue to the dining table and said, "No, it looks very gentle and friendly to humans. Is it a hound?"

Old Blue had a strange expression on his face and said:

"That shouldn't be it? A pet dog? Yes, it should be a pet dog..."

Klein placed the tomato oxtail soup on the table and said with a smile:

"I also think it should be a pet dog. Pay attention to its eyes. There is a black 'eyeliner' around them, which contrasts sharply with the white on its face. It is easy to remember it..."

“Really?” Melissa was a little confused. She didn’t observe the dog carefully. She was a little confused that Klein actually knew all this. She put down the beef soup and turned to the kitchen again. Oh, it would be troublesome to prepare so many dishes... Happy troubles...

Benson wanted to joke that it looked a bit like a black and white dog patrolling the streets, but he suddenly remembered the calluses on Bruce's hands and stopped talking. He sighed instead:

"Klein, I don't quite believe what Melissa said about the richness... I can eat three loaves of bread just by smelling this aroma!"

Old Blue smiled and said, "If we eat so much bread, then all these dishes will be wasted... Klein worked hard to make these. We must take responsibility and eat them all."

With the last plate of lamb stewed with tender peas, the Moretti family's dining table was completely filled.

"Mr. Blue, would you like to drink? There is a restaurant on the street very close to here..."

"No, no," Old Blue interrupted Benson before he finished speaking.
"I have quit drinking for many years. Please don't let me trample on my vows... I am very satisfied with the delicious food in front of me. Thank you for your hospitality, Klein, Benson, and Melissa."

"Benson, don't bother," Klein smiled and took out two large cups of ginger beer, a cup of sweet iced tea, and a lemon pudding from the cupboard. He placed them in front of himself, Benson, Old Blue, and Melissa respectively. "I bought some drinks when I came back this afternoon. I plan to improve things tonight... Sweet iced tea is a new product from Mrs. Slin. I heard it's a southern drink that's very good..." Klein really doesn't need me to worry about him now... Benson felt a little emotional. These years have been difficult, but after Klein found a job, he has grown very quickly... Everything is moving in a good direction. It's really great.

Benson picked up the cup of ginger beer and said with a smile:
"Come, praise the goddess, we have such a sumptuous dinner!"

Klein's face froze. He looked at Old Blue, only to see that Old Blue also raised his cup of sweet iced tea, clinked it with Benson's, and shouted, "Praise the goddess!"

“Shit!” Klein relied on his clown ability to keep his expression tight. “This isn’t right! Doesn’t Old Blue believe in Storm? Oh, no, he believes in The Fool… Why can he say ‘Praise the Goddess’ so naturally!”

Klein saw that the three people, including Melissa, were looking at him. He then realized awkwardly that he didn't raise his glass... He was just complaining!
He quickly picked up the ginger beer and clinked glasses with the three people in turn, saying devoutly: "Praise the goddess!"

Well, it seems that I am not bad. I, the Fool, can praise other gods without changing my expression...

Melissa and Benson complained in their hearts at the same time: "Sure enough, Klein is still the same Klein..."

……

Old Blue's dining manners had been specially corrected by his wife. In the past, he often heard the phrase "Praise the Goddess" at the dinner table. He just followed it reflexively. But it doesn't matter. Even if you shout praises to the goddess a hundred times, the goddess won't hear you... But if you shout "Oman"... cough, cough.

"What's wrong? Is there a dish that doesn't suit your taste?" Klein asked after seeing Old Blue cough twice.

Old Bruce waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing. He held the ginger beer and said:

"Benson, Klein, Melissa, I came to visit you unexpectedly today without saying hello in advance. I hope I didn't offend you..."

"Klein is an excellent young man. He helped me a lot a while ago. I am very grateful to him... Therefore, after learning that we live on the same street, I paid him a visit... I hope it will not be rude."

Help... what help? Why don't I remember? Klein was a little confused. It should be that Old Blue helped him a lot, right?

Wait, a while ago... Old Neil and I helped him execute...

Shit... Klein's expression changed a little. It was normal for Old Blue to find out about him. Swain, one of the two owners of the Dragon Bar and the person involved, would not hide anything from Old Blue...

Maybe Old Blue specifically looked up the detailed information about me and Old Neil, and accidentally found out about Old Neil's secret ritual, so he and Captain Matthew came so suddenly...

Alas, if you remove all the extraordinary things, this thing looks like a struggle between the Nighthawks and the Mandated Punishers... revenge on each other...

But when combined with the extraordinary, the nature of things becomes so complicated and so sad.

A father actually wanted to say thank you to the person who assisted in the execution of his out-of-control son.

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