Five minutes after Brody’s aunt and uncle left… .𝒐𝙧𝒈
Vicente and four of his men arrived at the tavern, each with a sharp look on their faces, knowing that a problem had arisen.
His group knew they could only use the emergency alarms in cases of extreme need.
Upon arriving at the location and noticing that there was no battle going on and the mana in the area was as it should be, Vicente entered the two brothers’ tavern with a nosy look on his face.
“Myles, what the hell happened here?”
As the people in the area continued to crowd around the sides of the inner area of the tavern, looking at the situation there, several people glanced to where a young man with black hair and an iron mask on his face had entered, asking a question.
Myles, the young Intermediate Apprentice holding Brody hostage, looked at the entrance and sighed when he saw his leader.
Vicente noticed two of his men injured, lying on the ground as River and Zander knelt beside them, trying to help.
“Boss, some bastards came here and tried to kill us,” Myles replied, his tone much calmer than it had been moments before when he had threatened the people in the area to stay where they were.
“This bastard I’m holding hostage came here yesterday afternoon to cause trouble. We did what we were supposed to do, and then he brought his uncles to deal with us today.”
“Someone unhappy with the way things are going?” Vicente frowned at the blue-haired young man with a gun pointed at the back of his head.
Brody was sweating, fearing for his life. But seeing the support his enemies had received, he couldn’t help but tease. “Are you counting on this person? He won’t save you from death, you bastard! After what you did to my uncle…”
As Brody spoke, the dozens of people in River’s tavern watched as a bluish bolt of lightning shot out of one of Vicente’s fingers and struck that young man.
In the next moment, Brody’s eyes rolled back, and foam formed in his mouth as he fell to the ground, unconscious.
“I hate people like him,” Vicente said as he slapped one hand against the other.
“Are there any other enemies in the area, Myles?” One of the men next to Vicente, also wearing a mask, asked.
“No, they all left fearing me because of this one,” Myler said as he holstered his gun and pointed a finger at the young man on the ground.
While his men spoke to Myles, Vicente crouched beside one of the two badly wounded men.
Both had suffered at the hands of Brody’s uncles in the moments since the bar fight.
One had significant injuries to his abdomen, with several purple marks on such a part of his body.
The other had a few broken bones, especially one of his arms, which was in an unnatural form while he moaned in pain.
“How are you? Can you understand me?” He asked, looking at one of them but close to both.
One of them continued to moan in pain, his eyes closed. But the other was aware enough of what was happening around them to say. “Boss… Unfortunately, we are not strong enough against Acolytes.”
“Hmm, don’t worry about it. I’ll send you to a doctor and solve this problem.” Vicente said as he stood up and walked to the tavern door.
He stopped next to one of the men and said, “Take care of this place for now. When the others arrive, get some of them to take these two to a doctor.”
“All right. But what do you want to do for the next hour?” The masked man asked.
Vicente looked at the people around him and shouted, “Listen to me. If those responsible for this incident come back here, tell them I will kill this fool if they dare to touch my men”.
Vicente paused for a moment and let Brody’s body float towards him while a Red Pentagram appeared in front of his hands.
He had already hidden metals all over the young man’s body, but no one there knew how he was doing it.
Gulp!
Seeing such a spectacular power, the people there felt nervous as Vicente looked at them.
“If anyone here dares to take revenge on my men for doing their job, they will have trouble with my entire group.”
With these words, Vicente left the place with Myles and quickly headed to the headquarters of his family.
His place where he would act as a criminal was already ready and operational. Several of his men were already living and training in this second property of Vicente’s.
“Boss, what should we do? These people are going to cause trouble for our group.” Myles said when they were already in a carriage.
Vicente answered him. “Let’s see who is behind this fool. Since they want to fight with us, let’s take everything they have.”
“You want to steal his family?” Myles looked curiously at Brody’s unconscious body.
Vicente had big plans for robberies, assaults, etc. But just as he hadn’t robbed small homes or businesses on Earth, he had no intention of doing so in the Polaris Realm.
On Earth, he would rather rob a bank than a rich person’s store or home.
On the other hand, in the Polar Realm, he wanted to rob the homes of nobles, not ordinary people. After all, robbery involved many risks, and he preferred not to take risks for small prizes.
But if Brody’s family was so irrational as to treat his men this way, then Vicente thought he had to punish them by stealing what they had most precious, their coins!
Every magician depended on their coins and resources more than people on Earth depended on money.
But in this world, there were no reliable institutions where one could place one’s wealth, so everyone kept their coins and valuable possessions either with them or in their homes.
Vicente had studied this society since entering the Academy of Stars, and he knew that every magician’s home would have safes containing the family’s most important possessions.
He planned to rob the Peters family for revenge!
“Actions have effects, Myles. They acted against my men. Now, I’ll act against this family’s things. It’s not unfair.” Vicente commented.
“But won’t that be difficult? I mean, our plans for the Irwin family are developing bit by bit. How are we going to pull off two robberies simultaneously? Won’t that be dangerous?”
“Simultaneously?” Vicente laughed. “Myles, robbing the Irwin family will be difficult because they are a noble family. Their residence must have more advanced security measures than that fool’s family.
Breaking into an ordinary house is not that difficult.”
The same was true on Earth. Breaking into a bank was infinitely more complex than breaking into a house.
A bank had a lot of resources and was made to protect them from people like Vicente. But ordinary houses didn’t have the same purpose, and someone with the will to break into one could easily do so.
For a known criminal like Vicente, breaking into this family’s house would be as easy as the kidnapping he had done in the village before killing his father’s former subordinate!