Seeing Vicente crush a large part of the body of that globin, one of the strongest in the surroundings, the eldest of their group opened his mouth in shock, exclaiming loudly. “What?”
The other weaker ones also saw that, noticing blood and flesh flying toward them.
With no time to react to the unexpected, they all felt parts of their bodies and clothes being stained by the goblin’s remains.
While some weaker goblins exploded under Rory’s skill, the still-untouched ones didn’t think too much and tried to run away.
“Not so fast!” Vicente said before the metallic items on the bodies of those or the other already fallen goblins in the surroundings floated away, quickly changing shape.
Several small spears formed and pierced through those fleeing bodies, marking the end of this group.
Vicente felt the pleasure of using his abilities without limit but also with 100% control over it.
He smiled, looking down at his hands, where he felt most comfortable controlling his ability.
But make a mistake. Vicente could command his first ability with mere thoughts if he so chose.
Seeing the situation resolved, Rory looked at his friend, smiling. “Vice, did you need all that? You just wanted to use some of your skills, right?”
“My bad. I think I got your clothes a little dirty, guys.” Vicente put aside the good feeling of using his powers, looking at his men.
But immediately, they said he shouldn’t apologize. It was only natural that he should act powerfully against creatures in his path!
Hell, if it was any of them who had this terrifying power, any one of them would have stopped the others in the group from acting and would have dealt with all the enemies by themselves!
“Boss, you are really strong! I didn’t know your skill would be this extreme!” One of the younger ones commented, as this was the first time they had all seen Vicente in action.
Vicente smiled but didn’t invest in it, quickly changing the subject. “Now that they’re dead collect the belongings on those bodies. Bring it all to me.”
Minutes later, the group’s men piled up all the belongings they managed to take from those bodies and stacked them in 3 piles in front of Vicente and Rory.
In one of them were the coins they had found with those creatures.
Magical creatures valued coins in the same way as magicians.
Not every magical creature was welcomed by magicians, and many were not welcome in cities. But there were some merchants willing to do business with any creatures. So beings like these dead goblins could do business with magicians and other races using coins.
They all knew it was not strange to find coins in creatures like that, and soon Vicente and Rory collected about 5,000 bronze coins and 50 silver coins.
In another pile were the items Vicente manipulated, something he turned into parts of what looked like armor.
He had manipulated it to cover parts of his body, but the purpose of it was not defensive, as one might imagine at first glance!
Rory had quickly realized that. ‘These are weapons in Vicente’s hands.’
As for the last pile, it contained various kinds of crystals, gems, in general, valuable items, which none of them knew what they were for but which they were aware had value.
Creatures like goblins stole a lot, so these must have been spoils accumulated over time.
With all these items collected, they made their way back to the village.
…
Hours later, the midday sun was already high in the sky when Vicente and Rory’s carriage entered the first street of Martell Village.
As they passed the entrance to the village, the two young men observed the old houses of this place through the windows of the carriage, waving to some acquaintances who noticed them on their way to the central part of the village.
Everyone there knew the two, and seeing them back in the village, many couldn’t help but smile and say warm words to them.
It was always nice when a young man from the village returned!
This was especially true for the most prominent local merchant, responsible for many of the local jobs of inhabitants unrelated to noble powers.
In this favorable mood, the group arrived before the Fuller estate.
“Eve, we’re back,” Rory said as he entered the residence’s front door in front of Vicente.
Arriving there, the two young men saw a scene that neither of them expected.
Eve was pressed against a wall, with two men holding her down, while a young blond man was standing in front of her, holding a shotgun in his hands.
This tall, strong, well-dressed young man was not pointing his gun at Eve but rather watching it with a gleam in his eye.
He seemed totally lost in his reveries while his two henchmen looked at the entrance door, where two young men had just stopped after one of them opened it.
Vicente frowned and looked directly at where Eve was, seeing some purple marks around her body.
Rory also changed his expression and ignored the many luggage and boxes in the surroundings to look at the people there.
“Hell, who are you, people? What do you think about coming in here like this?” One of the two men holding Eve against the wall shouted.
The young man finally realized Vice and Rory’s entrance there and looked at them. He pointed that gun in his hands at the one who seemed to be stronger, given his Green Magic Gem, and shouted. “You shouldn’t go into places without knocking first… Now you will have to die!”
He moved his right index finger on the trigger, mischievously smiling as he imagined the scene that would unfold in front of him.
Bang!
At that instant, a bullet shot toward Rory’s chest, giving the young man no time to react.
Clang!
But in the middle of the bullet’s path, a solid metallic surface suddenly appeared, blocking this attack that could easily take the life of even an unprepared Senior Apprentice. ．
Rory paled as he realized what had just happened, knowing the trouble he would have been in if that had hit him.
Gulp!
Vicente ignored his friend’s shock and stepped forward.
Instantly after that, the gun in that young man’s hands flew out of his hands and turned on its head.
Not only that, the pistols in the hands of those men, being pointed at Eve’s head, moved as well, stopping pointed at their napes as they made contact with such a part of those men’s bodies.
“It looks like we have a problem here, huh?” Vicente closed his eyes as he had one of his hands in his pocket and the other a little bit forward, in a position that seemed to be holding something.
In front of his dominant hand was a red pentagram, indicating to everyone there that the phenomenon in the surroundings was his doing.
Then, the sounds of those guns being loaded rang out, and those people shivered in fear. “Eve, what happened here? Where is Nina?”