Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

Upon reaching the tormented body of the basilisk, Vicente took advantage of the creature's weakness. He placed a seal of servitude on it, which could not be removed once it was magically solidified.

In the world of magic, magicians could tame creatures of other races or turn beings of their own race into servants. The terminology varied according to the type of race and the means used. However, the unilateral domination of one party, the master, over the other, the servant, involved basically the same principles, regardless of the means used.

When it came to taming beasts, it was done through a magical seal using the pentagrams or some other kind of special essence of the dominant being, the master.

By marking a weakened beast with the one-sided seal, anyone with enough power to maintain the seal could tame a wild creature and turn it into a tamed beast!

There were other ways to obtain tamed beasts, with professionals who specialized in breeding and hunting beasts for sale, the beast tamers.

Vicente didn't have time to rely on a professional. He quickly used the most common method of taming, forcing his will on the wounded beast.

The one-sided seal was powerful, and with the basilisk wounded and Vicente using the mana of 4 magic stones, he quickly saw his magic mark solidify on the body of the beast in agony.

As that happened, Vicente took a few steps back and watched in silence as the beast lost part of its freedom and became his servant, mount, slave, you name it.

As it looked at him, even in excruciating pain, the creature changed its position, restraining itself as it lowered its great head.

If it could speak, it would cry out the word "master" with reverence to acknowledge Vicente!

Watching that from under his mask, Vicente sighed as he smiled, seeing that everything had worked out at the last moment.

If he had failed, he would have had to kill the big beast, as he no longer had enough mana to try to dominate it again.

As he approached it, he ran a hand over the giant snake head of the basilisk. He saw it was tame now, completely different from the wild beast that had tried to kill him a moment ago.

"Good, good! You're my mount now, so I won't let you suffer." He cheerfully said as he moved the metals around the basilisk's body, transforming them into a liquid that flowed toward him.

As he formed a large, complex suit of armor over its body, Vicente saw the severe injuries he had inflicted on his new beast.

His mana was at 84% of its current peak, with him having spent only 16% of his energy on the battle and domination. Therefore, he saw no problem in using his recovery potion on that beast.

It was only a 2nd-grade potion and would not completely heal the basilisk. However, it would be enough to close the most severe wounds on its body.

He placed the potion bottle in the basilisk's mouth, and the beast swallowed the contents of it, not hesitating to accept whatever Vicente gave it.

The one-sided seal hadn't erased its personality and intelligence. It had merely transformed Vicente into the creature's supreme leader, who would make it accept anything, including poison.

But the beast knew it wasn't poison and soon felt the pain in its body diminish, with some of its deepest wounds closing up.

But its scales still had large wounds all over its body, enough to make it vulnerable or even uncomfortable.

"Very well, I see that you are a male. So your name will be Bart from now on." Vicente said as he patted the top of the creature's head.

The creature looked at Vicente differently, understanding that its name was now Bart.

Beasts and humans of the level of Vicente and Bart wouldn't be able to exchange information. However, a seal like the one that bound them together could allow a certain amount of communication between the parties.

They couldn't talk to each other about their problems, but they could more or less understand each other's feelings. In Bart's case, it could more or less understand some basic commands from its master.

"Bart, can you fly?" Vicente asked, gesturing to the creature.

It shook its head in the affirmative after a moment of trying to understand its master.

"Very well. Take me there!" Vicente said after climbing onto the giant basilisk's back.

Bart then jumped from its position in the air and flapped its enormous wings in the direction of Millfall.

As it did so, a group of soldiers nearby immediately noticed the basilisk flying toward Millfall.

Some soldiers didn't see Vicente on top of the creature and trembled with fear, imagining the beast would attack the town ahead, which they feared the most!

"Shit!"

"Commander, what should we do?" One of the 2nd stage soldiers asked the man leading the group.

"What can we do except follow them back into town?" The group Commander broke into a cold sweat. "Come on, we can't let that creature attack Millfall while only one of our groups is in the city!"

They began to make their way back to the city while the group's communicators were already sending messages to the other groups of soldiers in the area and the army post in Millfall.

...

Within moments, an urgent message had arrived at the royal army headquarters in Millfall, putting all soldiers remaining in the city on alert to protect the area.

"Shit! It's happening! It's happening! The damned 3rd-stage beast is coming to the city to destroy everything!" A soldier shouted as he ran through the corridors of the barracks, alerting the men who still didn't know why the alarms were ringing.

Meanwhile, the older brother of the Commander of this post, Arthur Hogan, was already putting on his armor with a terrible expression on his face.

'Shit! Did that fucking basilisk decide to attack us because we're in its territory?' He asked himself as he picked up his sword, not liking this at all.

As he prepared to go to the side of the city where the basilisk was expected to arrive in a few minutes, he looked at one of his men and ordered.

"Go to Viscount Symons. If the basilisk is going to attack us, I need as many people as possible to fight by my side!" He ordered, knowing that Marcus' father had returned to the city the night before.

"Yes, Commander Hogan." The level 5 soldier took off and ran towards the Symons estate.