Taking the Mafia to the Magic World - Chapter 381

Chapter 381 Bigger Problems

In a single moment, Vicente pierced the hearts of the two nearby men who were affected by the Seal of Spirits.

Two spears pierced their hearts, giving them no chance to defend themselves or resist the attack. Both were brutally impaled by weapons as big as themselves and quickly felt the sensation of losing the battle and 'seeing' death approaching them.

Unable to use his powers, even Viscount Symons, who normally had very tough skin, was terribly fragile for someone like Vicente.

As he felt the pain in his chest and a sudden pressure in his head, the muscular, blond man saw his surroundings darken as he looked in the direction of Vicente, who was standing 8 meters away from him.

"You... You..." He opened his mouth, but as he spoke, his body lurched forward until he fell face-first to the ground.

The other man fell backward onto the ground. He soon lost consciousness, dying along with the Viscount five seconds after Vicente's spear attack.

Meanwhile, the black-haired woman was still breathing, a spear lodged in her right shoulder, while several smaller blades were in her legs and arms, beginning to form chains around her under Vicente's manipulation.

When he was about to kill the woman, Vicente changed his mind and decided to take a hostage with him to interrogate her later.

There was no reason for two Mages to chase him tonight except for old problems. What he had bought at the auction wouldn't be valuable to people of their level.

Thinking that they had something to do with The Faceless Ones or maybe even the Congregation of Revelations because of the incident at The Vile Altar, Vicente decided not to kill that woman.

She probably had the most information for him as the stronger of the two enemies. So, he deflected his attack so as not to hit any of the woman's vital points in order to interrogate her later.

"Cough! You bastard..." She said as she felt pain in different parts of her body. "Why didn't you kill me?"n--0velbIn

"Why? Do you ask me that?" Vicente asked back, laughing under his mask.

Old Torne had already told him what to do with the Seal of Spirits to keep this woman weak, so he was relaxed about controlling her for the time being.

"You will pay for this, Cesar! Your situation will only get worse if you continue on this path." She said as she knelt on the ground.

"Get worse? Nonsense. The worst thing is death. But that is what you wanted to achieve tonight. How could I stop moving just because of that?" He said as he reached in front of her and took off his mask.

"More beautiful than I imagined. Too bad you're an enemy." He said as he cupped her jaw and ran his thumb over her cherry lips.

She gritted her teeth as the veins in her face showed, furious at being touched like this.

'You wretch! All right, all right! You'll regret this later tonight.' She thought as she stared at Cesar's metal mask, thinking of the rest of her group, who should be attacking the Mazzanti estate right now.

But then, before they could say anything to each other, Miss Death's representative suddenly moved, arriving at the focal point of the previous confrontation, where more than 10 bodies of Mages lay on the outskirts.

Among the dead, there were 6 winners of items from the earlier auction, which amounted to 8 items, 7 of which were of the 3rd grade and one of the 2nd grade.

Of course, this doesn't include the items in Vicente's possession!

After leaving the auction, Vicente had not only received Shelby's Seal of Spirits from Layla, but he had also collected three 2nd-grade items sold at the auction from the Acolytes who had tried to attack him.

Thus, this street had 11 of the 20 items auctioned earlier at this instant!

Vicente and Sarah quickly realized what the woman wanted.

"You... You did very well. What's your name?" The dark woman stopped beside Viscount Symons's body and asked Vicente, looking at his mask.

'Master, be careful.' Torne warned him. 'If she wants to take everything, don't do anything. The Seal of Spirits won't work on this woman. She already knows you have it and won't make it easy for you if you take a chance with her.'

Then Vicente answered her. "My name is Cesar Mazzanti. And you?"

"I'm Thirty-Three." She said before continuing. "Your power is fascinating, but still, I don't think it's all you have, Cesar. Are you hiding something? If you reveal it to me, I'll let you keep everything you have here."

"I don't know what Miss Thirty-Three is talking about. Maybe I did something wrong?" He said in a slightly frightened tone.

She looked at him in silence, not knowing whether Vicente was sincere. It was common for people to have traits they didn't know about themselves. On the other hand, the person in front of her didn't seem to be lying.

"You really don't know? That's too bad. But since you didn't answer my question, I'll take most of what you deserve." She said as she slowly approached him. "You don't see a problem with that, do you? It's hazardous for a young Acolyte like you to carry all these things. I'll help you keep them safe."

Sarah laughed when she heard that, pleased that Cesar couldn't make the best of the situation.

'I hope this woman kills the bastard." She thought as she looked at Vicente behind his back.

Vicente inwardly laughed when he heard that. "Then I thank you, Miss Thirty-Three. I'd just like to ask you to leave me one of the Viscount's items."

"What item?" She stopped right in front of Vicente while all the spatial rings of the dead men around her floated beside her as the darkness seemed to carry them in the air.

"The tuna brain."

She remained silent as she stared at Vicente, only a meter away from him, curious about this young man's appearance.

Thirty-Three spread her darkness around them and said. "All right, that's not important to me. But in exchange, I want to see your face."

'Take off your mask, master. No one but you two will be able to see you now.'

Vicente took off his mask a second later, feeling terrible about being forced to do something because he wasn't powerful enough.

'I must become stronger.' He thought to himself as he showed his face to the woman.