Pa! Pa!
Two knocks sounded at the front door of Vicente’s house, and he immediately awoke from his rest, somewhat startled.
Even magicians needed to rest. In fact, until they reached the 4th stage, they had to sleep, eat, and do things that ordinary mortals needed to do in order not to die or go crazy.
But these needs of magicians were less than those of earthly people. For example, a magician of Vicente’s level needed only 30 hours of sleep a week, while humans in that blue world needed about 50 hours of sleep a week.
The night before, Vicente had decided to get some rest, knowing that he would soon have problems that would keep him awake.
But in the middle of his rest, someone who shouldn’t have been knocking at his door appeared and warned him about someone his men should stop before even reaching his door.
Waking up with a pounding heart, Vicente immediately jumped out of bed. He quickly formed a silver armor around his body.
“What’s up?”
When Vicente opened the door to his room, he saw a man with tanned skin, black hair, and tattoos all over his body staring at him, leaning against the wall opposite the entrance to his room.
Vicente frowned when he saw Casey at his bedroom door, seeing how bold this guy was to break into his house.
“You broke in here?” Vicente asked with a serious look on his face.
Casey smiled and pointed to the entrance of the house. “No, your men let me in.”
‘You bastard… Can your skill do that too?” Vicente understood what had happened.
Casey’s ability not only allowed him to remove memories from his targets. It could also implant new memories!
Casey had just done that!
“What do you want? Why did you come here like this?” He asked Casey, sensing that there was trouble for this individual to come to him like this.
“Calm down, calm down. You should relax first.” Casey laughed as he headed for the kitchen. “Let’s talk about my mission and our future, Vicente… Oh, should I call you Vicente or Cesar?” He looked back and winked at Vice.
‘That’s it then.’ Vicente quickly realized that such a guy had discovered his identity.
But he had expected that and didn’t despair. As someone who should erase the villagers’ memories of Vice’s weapons, it is evident that Casey would recognize the connection between Vicente Fuller and Cesar Mazzanti.
Vice made his way in silence to the kitchen, where the bold individual was already sitting at the counter, a knife and an apple in hand.
“Call me Vicente.”
“Well, Vicente, I’ve completed the mission you gave me. I’ve erased the memories of your firearms from the minds of all the people in that village who have seen or talked about them.” Casey got right to the point. “But before I was done, a group of the Symons family began investigating the village and things related to you.”
“Symons?” Vicente frowned. “Why would they do that?”
The Symons family shouldn’t have known who he was and had no reason to investigate him like that. It was true that he had acted against this family, but that was something this group wasn’t supposed to know.
Casey smiled at Vicente’s ignorance. “You’re less intelligent than I thought, haha.
That’s obviously because of Shelby Staples.”
Vicente became more serious as he looked at the man. “Do you think Marcus Symons did this out of pure jealousy?”
“Yes, Marcus is not known for his patience. Though promising in many ways, young master Symons has some flaws that make him unstable when it comes to women, his pride, you name it. He’s an arrogant young master.” Casey said, eating the apple he had cut.
“But have the men of the Symons family discovered anything?” Vice put Casey’s words in his head, understanding Marcus’ sensitive point.
“No. I was working, so they never found out any pertinent information about my client.” Casey got right to the point of what Vicente wanted to hear.
When he noticed the Symons men arriving at Martell Village two days ago, Casey quickly realized something was wrong and stepped up his activities.
By then, he’d already erased the information about Vicente’s weapons from most of the people in the village, so there weren’t many left with compromising knowledge.
He had acted against them by following the movement pattern of the Symons family’s group of emissaries, who, by the way, were far inferior to him.
“I can’t guarantee that no one else knows about your weapons because people may have left the village during my stay and not returned. But from what you told me, almost everyone I was supposed to meet there lived there during my time, so I wouldn’t worry about anyone else having that knowledge,” Casey explained.
“Someone like that might never return to the village and be gone indefinitely. For your purpose of hiding your identity, I don’t think people like that would get in the way of your short-term plans.”
Vicente’s concern was about people who could leak critical information about him to the nobles of Millfall, who could affect him through Nina.
But that concern would end once he became stronger and more influential.
“Hmm, I understand. I can’t ask you to deal with people who might not even be in the kingdom.” Vice said, knowing that the gold coins he’d paid wouldn’t be enough for such a thorough job.
Casey stopped staring at the apple he had already eaten and looked into Vicente’s eyes. “Other than that, my work is done. But I’m interested in extending our relationship. Cesar Mazzanti is someone I’m very interested in.”
Vicente kept an eye on the man but made a curious expression, not knowing how to deal with Casey.
“What do you want? I know you can’t talk about Cesar’s connection with me.”
Casey smiled and said. “True. When I heard about your connection to him, I couldn’t help but imagine how interesting it could be if we acted together.”
He paused for a moment, looked more seriously into Vicente’s eyes, and increased the seriousness of his tone. “We are equals, Vicente Fuller. .
You and I have seen and experienced similar things, and we are both unsupported people trying to live our lives as best we can and maybe get closer to our dreams.
Today, I work for aristocrats and sell my skills. But one day, I would like to be free to act as my conscience dictates.
Of course, I’ll need resources to reach that moment, so I won’t pretend I don’t need material wealth. But I don’t want to have to act for resources eternally.
Today, and alone, I’m not able to do that. But I see potential in you. And maybe we can do that together.”
“Oh? Do you want to join my family?” Vicente asked, wondering what this man could mean by “we are equals.”