Taking the Mafia to the Magic World - Chapter 1058

Chapter 1058 Moment of Truth

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Inside the Fairy Tribe's treasury were so many shiny gems, crystals, weapons, and special plants that Vicente couldn't help but stare at the place open-mouthed for a few moments.

The tribe's wealth was the most impressive he had ever seen, something he didn't know if Stonewall could vie with, since he hadn't reached his level of influence in Light Cay to have that kind of chance.

'It's not for nothing that these forces have lasted millions of years and still remain powerful. They're actually always prepared with powerful resources!'

Something like this treasure would probably quickly restore the tribe's power once the war was over and it was safe to make big investments.

It made little sense to gamble all your resources in the middle of a war for several reasons. First, most resources required some period of absorption. Second, not every great talent was available to spend time just meditating on the medicinal effects from on high. Third, strengthening your foundations with resources like those could create unstable cultivation improvements. Normally, these resources had a right time to be used and shouldn't be administered in desperate times. Fourt, even if the investment was made, there was no guarantee that it would pay off and eventually be recovered. Many of the tribe's current fighters could die in the war. Giving them these resources could become a waste!

A tribe that had lasted so long and remained the strongest on an island was not a force that had achieved its conquests by making uncertain bets. Naturally, part of those resources in Vicente's sight were to be used in calamities like the current one, but part was to be kept in reserve for the future. Should the tribe win the war and achieve stability, with these resources they would rebuild the tribe and eventually continue to dominate Amae for another 1 million years.

Vicente understood the logic behind such wealth amid such bad times and gradually regained his composure after spotting some items compatible with him and Larissa in the surroundings.

"You can choose what you want," Nan said to him, not worrying about Vicente's common sense.

He wasn't a man who would make a request that was impossible to fulfill, so she simply let him take what he thought was suitable for their agreement.

"I'll only take a few essences that are compatible with Larissa and me, Nan. You can choose what you promised Rex."

At the residence of the old leader of the fairy alliance and tribe, a group of elves entered the room of the poisoned old man, who now didn't look as bad as he had earlier when Nan saw him after his return.

Each of these elves was dressed in similar uniforms and had the Healer mark written on them, being there to look after their old leader.

One of the elves crouched beside the bed and began to clean the old man's body, changing the bed sheets while one of them prepared the medicine to be administered to their supreme leader's blood.

They did their job as they usually did, finishing everything in less than 10 minutes as they left the old leader's room together.

But just as the door closed and Vicente thought his discovery had gone, someone walked in, looking from side to side, sweating in a way that would have drawn attention if there had been anyone there.

"Damned old man! You almost got away." This person addressed his words to Nan's grandfather while he already had his hands on the IV bag connected to the bloodstream of the weakened little old man on that bed.

"But I won't allow you to continue sabotaging my people, old man. Today I'll make sure you die!" said the figure of a short man, dressed in brown, with strong muscles encircling his arms.

"After you, I'll make sure your bitch granddaughter perishes, too. This is the retaking of Amae, the beginning of the new era!"

After saying that, the man turned and left, leaving a strange gray trail in the serum of the old fairy tribe elder as he went.

But before he crossed the threshold, one of the old man's fingers rose into the air and an indigo pentagram materialized there, freezing the old man's serum, while a tiny metallic insect emerged from his finger.

'Follow him.' That distant order guided the newly created little artificial intelligence, making it follow the dwarf, who was clearly a traitor to the alliance!