Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

Chapter 1059  Discovery and Progress

While Vicente was absorbing his opportunities, a tiny metallic fly flew across the large space of the old fairy leader's estate, following the dwarf who had just passed Nan's grandfather's room.

The little fly was small, almost imperceptible. But it was swift. In an instant, it landed on the top of the dwarf's head, latching onto one of his hairs.

Heading back the way he had come, the old dwarf made sure no one was following him, gradually relaxing his manner as he made his way through the halls of the estate.

When he reached the rear exit of that building in one tree of the beautiful forest home to the Fairy Tribe, he spotted his fellow dwarves, where a newcomer was telling his stories.

"Still talking about how amazing that human is, Hervi?" asked the same voice that had promised death to the fairy leaders moments ago.

The little fly remained quiet, not moving as it watched through its many eyes the group of dwarves who lived in that tribe, on an estate where the heat of the forge was scorching, forcing many of those dwarves to go shirtless, exposing their muscular bodies.

The constant sound of crashing metal permeated the background, while dwarves working and shouting at each other also added to the array of sound information.

Hervi looked at the elder of his tribe and said respectfully, "Atdrel and Wekak were curious about my journey between Light Cay and Amae. I was just telling my companions about what happened."

"Don't idolize a human so much. He may be our ally now, but he's not one of us," recommended the 3-Star cultivation old man from the Grand Magus stage, passing Hervi and the others, soon to be joined by Atdrel while the man had a large mug of beer in his hand.

The entire tribe was celebrating Nan's return, the new weapons from Light Cay and also, to a lesser extent, Vicente's involvement in the alliance. The dwarves were drinking amongst themselves, but similar scenes could be seen throughout the core of the Fairy Tribe, with fairies, elves and other allied magical beings celebrating their new weapons and alliances.

The celebration wasn't so big as to change the routine of the fairies in the vicinity, but it was enough to see individuals chatting in good spirits all around, some of them even drinking.

Some of the most animated were the fairy warriors, who were receiving new orders to pick up their weapons and head for the battlefields around the island.

The chief of the dwarves in this area wasn't worried about it and wasn't going to celebrate anything. As soon as he entered the forge house of the dwarves in this tribe, he flashed his ugly grimace at Atdrel, while the dwarf lost his good humor from moments ago.

"So? Do we have a problem?" Atdrel asked in a pessimistic tone. "That fool Hervi has made it sound as if Vicente Fuller is some kind of god among magicians. I'm afraid that will backfire on our plans..."

"I checked the old man's situation. He's less worse, but still poisoned. It seems that this Vicente Fuller isn't all he's cracked up to be," Confirmed the man with a tiny fly on the back of his head. "Anyway, I put more of our Monster Essence into the old man's blood. He should die in the next two hours at most. I'll take care of the princess when I get my chance."

"Perfect. The Fire Elementals will love to hear that." Atdrel clenched one of his fists as his eyes flashed with scorching energy, an orange hue surrounding them.

"How are the others? Have you told Hervi about our new position?"

Atdrel shook his head negatively. "No, that fool still thinks we're loyal to the fairies... He's convinced that the fairies will win the war. So I left him out of our plans."

"He's a shame to our leader." Sighed the chief of the dwarves in the area, the third elder of the Dwarf Tribe.

Hervi, like the others who accompanied Nan on the trip to Light Cay, was not of ordinary origin. As the eldest son of the leader of the dwarves, Hervi was the next in command of the dwarves in Amae.

"Anyway, he's a clever boy." Atdrel laughed at his boss's comment. "He'll understand our motives when the time comes. The tribe will understand when we dwarves take control of Amae!" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Hmm, let's get on with our plans. Start preparing the group. We'll leave this place as soon as I've confirmed the old man's downfall and poisoned the princess. We'll let the Fire Elementals bring ruin to the fairies!"

The clever little fly continued to keep an eye on the situation, secretly splitting into her own, letting one of her copies follow with the dwarf called Atdrel, while she herself continued alongside the dwarf 3-Star Grand Magus.

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Meanwhile, Vicente was finishing absorbing the opportunity Nan had given him, his cultivation challenging the end of the 2-Star level and the beginning of the 3-Star level.

His pentagrams had evolved a little more, but it still wasn't enough. Something more—a new pentagram—was missing for them to complete the qualitative progression requirement. But he was sure that more than half of his indigo pentagrams would evolve to the violet degree as soon as he had his two new 8th stage pentagrams!

One way or another, as he finished absorbing the Eighth Grade essences, Vicente got what he wanted, feeling his cultivation breaking through the barrier he had been facing for the last few minutes. Suddenly, he opened his eyes wider, already at the 3-Star level of the Grand Magus stage!

His mana grew substantially, with each of his senses developing to reach new heights. Meanwhile, his control over mana improved, making him look through his tent and the surrounding trees and see his next steps.

Even at a distance from the old elder and leader of the Fairy Tribe, Vicente needed only a snap of his fingers to make an indigo, almost violet, pentagram appear around Nan's grandfather's body.

'You've done enough. There are traitors in your tribe, old man. Vicente said in the man's mind, while the poison he had blocked earlier from entering the old man's blood was still in the serum bag, and the old man's body was tinged with color, quite red while purple sweat dripped from different parts of him, dirtying the clean sheets of his bed with something fetid.

The eyes of the 6-Star old man from the Grand Magus stage opened wide, narrowing promptly as hatred reflected in his clear eyes.

Vicente had shown him everything he had discovered and now Nan's grandfather was furious!