Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

Looking at the property, a little smaller than his house in Martell Village, Vicente wondered what Nina would think of the place and smiled, considering the 30 gold coins worth of this house.

In his savings, he had enough to pay for this place and the one he would use as his family headquarters with Rory and the rest of his armed men.

Rory looked at the two-story house, with parts made of stone and others of wood, feeling that its location was good enough to host Nina and Eve.

"From here, Nina will be able to go to the academy on her own in a year or two." He commented to Vicente as the men around them saw another reason their boss chose this place.

'From here, we can put someone in the attic, and he will have a view directly to the local academy...' Andrew's former employee thought as he looked at the top of that house. 'That could be used for us to protect Nina and do other things.'

One of the young men in that group looked toward the direction of the academy and said in a low voice. "We will have a view of some routes of young nobles... It will be a good place for observation."

One of the other guards in Vicente's group agreed, figuring that as much as their boss wouldn't use this place for dangerous operations, putting an observer there wouldn't cost them anything.

They had all learned many things from Vicente in the last few months. They could already put the habits they had learned into practice without even making an effort.

The thought of planning actions on behalf of the family was taking root in their minds. When analyzing a place like this, they couldn't help but notice the possibilities.

Vicente ignored his men's comments and said. "Let's go to that broker's house. I want to close this deal immediately."

"What about the other property, boss?" One of the young men who had participated in Jesse's murder asked.

"We'll visit Aaron later and decide after this meeting."

With that said, they set off back to the house they had visited earlier, on a commercial street in the middle of a residential neighborhood.

...

After a few hours, Vicente and Rory left the property of the broker they had visited, both with smiles on their faces.

They had closed the first of their purchases in this city and bought the property they had been viewing earlier.

It would take a few days for the deal to be finalized and the property to pass into Vicente's name. But it would all be done in no more than 10 days, and he could receive the property.

He would bring some of the furniture from his home in Martell Village, but he would still have to go shopping in Millfall in the next few days.

However, that was the least of it at the moment. When they had finished with this problem, the group left for The Broken Vial, the store that Rory's mother had directed them to.

This store was in the central part of town, not far from where they had done business.

They were already in front of this place in only a few minutes!

...

After getting off their carriage, Vicente and Rory did not stop to look at the store for magic items where Aaron was supposed to work and entered the store without ceremony.

Upon entering, they found a place that looked like a small Earth market, with various items scattered on shelves all around.

The place was not large, so there were only four aisles separated by shelves, with a large counter at the back of the store and two payment booths beside the entrance.

At the moment, one person was at one of the counters, while about four more people were there, either customers or employees.

Everyone there had Magic Gems on their foreheads, some common, but some unusual.

Vicente and Rory then approached the woman at the payment counter, and one of them asked. "Hello, could you tell me if anyone here is named Aaron Wilson?"

The middle-aged woman that Rory asked looked at them and said. "Go to the back of the store, and you will find him there."

Rory thanked, and soon he and Vicente were standing next to the counter at the back of the store, where a person was putting potions on the shelf behind the counter.

In this store, there were many vials around. From what Vice had noticed, some were simpler, containing liquids such as blood from magical beasts, special water, in short, solutions of all kinds. But there were also some with pills and magic elixirs, which could be directly consumed.

There were other types of items around, like plants and herbs, and some strange instruments neither Vice nor Rory knew what they were for.

In any case, these items contained a lot of mana, and they both knew that several were special and different from ordinary artifacts.

In Polaris Realm, there were two types of objects—those with mana and those without.

An item, whatever its origin, that could absorb and hold mana within itself could be used in infinite ways by magicians. Everything would depend on the will and imagination of the one using it.

But items unable to hold mana naturally had less importance to magicians. However, they had their uses for many things in this society.

"Are you Aaron?" Rory asked the man working with the elixirs in that part of the store.

Such a person shook his head negatively and pointed to the side, indicating for them to wait for the person in question to come to them.

A minute later, a tall, thin man with a mustache and black hair mixed with some gray appeared there.

He was dressed in a black robe and had a curious look on his face as he looked at these two youths.

"Are you two looking for me?" He asked with a discreet smile at the corner of his lips.

Vicente stepped forward and said. "Senior Aaron, this one next to me is Rory, and I am Vicente. We're here on Sweet Cheeks' recommendation. She said the senior would help us."

"Sweet Cheeks?" Aaron's eyes narrowed as he looked at the young red-haired man next to Vicente.

'Is that her son?' He remembered that woman who had helped him settle in this town years ago.

At the time, Rory's mother was still a prostitute. Yet, her position was not simple, which was why she had managed to gather wealth so that she no longer had to do the things she had done for almost 50 years!

Rory's mother was not young!

Like a 2nd stage magician, she had a life expectancy of over 200 years, so, at 81 years of age, she looked like a mature woman, not an old woman as Vicente would have imagined if he had asked her age.

Aaron remembered his debt and said. "Come with me. We'll talk in my office."