Mario felt an interesting cocktail of emotions at being so bluntly accused. At first, he felt amused and that this tavern owner was very interesting. He’d been in Babylon for so long that he had pretty much established the list of people who he should not cross, and it had fewer people than one would assume.
Then, however, he felt caution and apprehension. Lex had used some strange method to trap all the troublemakers, and Mario had not been able to sense what it was. But then his experienced mind got to work, and he calmed down, and in fact, looked at Lex in an admiring light.
The very fact that Lex was coming to question him meant that he wasn’t sure if Mario was involved in the first place. Otherwise, instead of asking, he would have directly acted. Moreover, if one carefully analyzed the situation, the timing of Mario’s arrival was perfectly in time to watch this little performance and it did seem too coincidental. No matter how the situation would have been resolved, it would have given Mario a deeper understanding of this mysterious young man who appeared out of nowhere.
As for the matter of whether Mario really instigated the little situation that developed at the tavern or not, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Lex thought there was a possibility he did, and was now confronting him about it.
What this told Mario was that Lex was a man of means, but he did not let his capability turn him arrogant. It was more beneficial to everyone if he directly confronted Mario and reached a resolution. This could even create room for some kind of cooperation in the future.
“It does look suspicious, I’ll admit,” Mario said calmly, as if he was in no hurry to explain himself. “But I think, Lex, that you are both overestimating my deviousness, and the reputation of your tavern. I had not heard of this place until my son told me about it, which was this morning. I am only here for a drink, and maybe something to eat. After all, everyone knows, we have a lot of work to do once it gets dark. This town is full of people who require our… protection.”
Lex did not respond immediately, and kept looking at Mario. He was trying to decide whether or not to believe this self proclaimed ‘protector’. He scanned Mario for some extra information.
Name: Mario Ricci
Age: 283
Sex: Male
Cultivation Details: Nascent mid
Species: Human
Condition: His body has accumulated a lot of injuries over the years that have not fully healed. While it is not a solution, a dip in the hot tub will improve his health
Remarks: The most valuable item on his body is his wedding ring. Such a devoted husband. And a cheapskate – not a target customer.
After reading the remark, Lex took a look at Mario’s ring in passing and, almost instantly, decided on his following line of action. His wedding ring was a simple silver band, with a single, small gem infused right in the middle. It did not, in fact, seem like much if one did not pay attention to it. Yet the small, incredibly clear gem was not a diamond. It was the same crystal from which Lex absorbed so much energy.
This was an important clue for Lex on the wealth of this region, for the result of his queries for the past few days told him that there were no valuable resources in the area, and the main lines of trade in the region focused around items and treasures made by the Noel family using some secret family technique.
This did not coincide with the information Lex got from the map. That, along with the fact that such a supposedly resource rich area was under human control, told Lex that there must be something going on in the region in secret.
When he came to that conclusion, he immediately stopped asking such questions openly, lest he attract any unnecessary attention. Now, finally, on Maio’s ring he’d seen his first indication of the hidden wealth of this region. That meant that, regardless of whether Mario was involved in the current situation or not, Lex planned on letting him go. Moreover, he planned on improving relations with the man.
“You’re right,” Lex finally said, relaxing his stance. “The tavern probably isn’t as popular yet as I imagine. So let me do something about that.”
He got up from his seat and walked to the bar and, after having a short chat with Roan, came back with a round crystal glass filled with some kind of drink.
“Here, have a glass, on the house,” said Lex after putting it on the table. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some other matters to attend to.”
With that he left, the glass on the table acting as the main attraction at this point. Mario and Elio exchanged a look. They didn’t know what Lex had poured, but a thought entered both their minds. What if it was poisoned? Yet, after only a moment, Mario chuckled, and then chugged the glass.
The taste was fruity, and the drink did not have the kick that Mario usually enjoyed. It was not something he would have normally liked, but before he could even make a comment, he felt a cooling sensation spread in his body from his stomach. He couldn’t tell what it was doing, but it felt pleasant.
He only nodded and signaled his son and his men to sit alongside him. Since they were already here, and had passed the hurdle of Lex’s suspicion, there was no point in missing the upcoming show.
The proceeding wait ended up being much longer than expected, and it was only several hours later that a line of carriages arrived in front of the tavern. Hena and the rest remained frozen this entire time, but Lex had moved them to the middle of the hall to avoid blocking the door. After all, he had a business to run – despite what it seemed, with him constantly giving stuff away for free.
Five men dressed in the most uncomfortably formal suit Lex had ever seen walked into the room, followed closely by a mob of no doubt guards and goons. A quick scan revealed to Lex that the strongest of the group, despite the many followers, were the five men themselves, each in the Nascent realm.
When they saw the frozen Hena, as well as the rest, their expression worsened but they said nothing yet. The entire hall had fallen silent at their entrance, and all eyes had fallen on them. There was a distinct lack of fear in those gazes, which annoyed the five gentlemen, but that was a matter for later.
For now, they all focused on Lex who had been waiting for their arrival. They had their aura on full display, like wild cats raising their hair to warn their enemies. Yet Lex was not bothered in the least, for inside the tavern controlled by the system, he had the blind confidence of a billionaire.
He did not wear his usual amicable smile, and left his face with a neutral expression. Somehow, though, he looked more intimidating than the five men.
The silence continued until one of the men, a tall gentleman with a large and curly mustache, could wait no longer.
“Do you know the trouble you’re inviting for yourself, young man?” he asked with a stern voice. “Do you think this is a simple matter that will just go away?”
“I definitely don’t think this is a simple matter,” Lex said, his voice extremely grave. He pointed at the mustached man and enveloped him in the same room that froze Hena. He then raised the finger, while at the same time controlling the room encasing the gentleman, lifting him up into the air. Then, ignoring the additional layer of shock and silence that had filled the room, he curled the finger towards himself, as if summoning the man. Naturally, he did not forget to control the room, and bring the man directly in front of himself.
The man was actually taller than Lex, but he lowered the man until they could look each other in the eyes.
“I am a simple tavern owner,” Lex blatantly lied with an even tone. “We serve food and drink to the hungry and thirsty, and provide lodging to those who need a place to rest. Occasionally we provide entertainment and music, and more often than not we let our guests have a good time. A service we do not provide, however, is one where we let vermin harm the staff. Where I’m from, if a man comes into another man’s home and assaults someone, it can be taken as a declaration of war. So that is why I have summoned you here today, to ask you. Shall I take this as an announcement of war?”
Even if the five men wanted to answer, at that moment, they could not, for much like the force strapping Hena, and the force holding the mustached man in front of Lex, there was a force wrapped around their necks, squeezing. In the silence that followed Lex’s question, they could hear death approaching.