Chapter 8 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (1/2)

The young Don stepped, two meters, forward to Chief Zamor, who was happily doting his children. A beautiful smile was emitted in both side, the parent and the children embraced each other with pure love no hidden. Although he witnessed something genuine, his mind and body didn't feel anything divine. It was something he never expected that he was starting to act not as an ordinary civilian but a villain in crime.

'There's smile have a sweet aroma, I do hope they finally recover from that trauma.' Hermes, closed eyes, quoted in his mind. The gust of wind passed by, the grass danced as graceful as the faces of all people witnessed the reunion.

The chief noticed the young Don's presence, slowly checked his compresence. He stood up, grabbed his twins behind his waist, cautiously faced him. Despite his friendly approached the chief, his lime eyes were telling not to get too close. He thought he needed to compose or impose. Like, father and children, both had shown him the same result and he began to feel it was his fault. He heaved a sigh, scratching his hair from irritation and shrugged off his emotion.

”Seriously, are we going to stare each other and do nothing?” he calmly spoke, but feel afraid that the Chief might get insulted from his joke.

”Whoever you are, sir. I sincerely thank you for saving my life from your friend. I'd really appreciate what you did earlier,” He said, lowering his head towards Hermes with due respect. ”I apologize for being too wary against you. It is my first time seeing someone dressed like that.”

”Hoo~, then I am deeply pleased to accept your apology. I also want to apologize for what my servant did to you earlier.” He, lowered his head, ignored the statement about his clothes but deep inside he wanted to punch him because of his insult. What's wrong for wearing something like he had? There's nothing wrong with that according to his opinion. He based his clothes on the same casual suits of the merchants traveling abroad.

Seeing a young man in a weird outfit but his choice of words was venerable, with a powerful servant behind him, the chief guessed that the person he was talking right now was a noble and honorable person. But why he's hiding his face was still unknown. But it was better for both parties to not meddle more related to their past.

As the young Don approached them with his hands raised up, the chief gave in and started to believe that the person he faced was worth to trust.

'May my appearance won't let myself get killed. This person I'm facing is one of the NPC in the game that is a master of this Village guild. He is a more important person on this island than am I and no one is capable to give thoughts and guidelines to the beginners except this man. I must earn his acknowledgment and earn his trust.' He concluded, putting a fake smile as a casual teenager met his old acquaintance.

”Please to meet you,” Hermes lowered his head and put his hand on his c.h.e.s.t in a noble manner. ”My name is Aljen the merchant from Southern Cimeria Continent. Please don't be afraid of me, Village Chief. You don't have to worry. Take a look, I'm unarmed. I don't bring no harm to your people.” Hermes introduced, offering his right hand to be shaken. Yet, his acquaintanceship was still ungranted for a few seconds.

The sudden mode had frozen. It was not because of the young Don's casual introduction. But because of the certain word he mentioned in his second sentence. Chief Zamor, surprised, stared him on cold gaze when Hermes mentioned his real position in the village. He hadn't introduced himself as the village chief yet, but how exactly he knew about it was still uncertain. He had become even warier with doubt, but it quickly disappeared when his little daughter, showed sympathy, pulled his sleeves to believe the man. July whispered him the person in front of them was telling the truth that he was a nice guy. Chief Zamor looked at his son, nodding in agreement to trust him.

”Well then, looks like my twins are telling me to trust you though. Frankly, I don't want to trust someone dress like that.” Chief Zamor pointed out the young Don's clothes. ”But considering how my children want me no to doubt your genuine offer of acquaintanceship. I have no choice but to believe,” Chief Zamor explicitly said to him. His eyes turned normal and began to show a friendly sight. ”Don't get me wrong. I only believe what you said but it was nothing sort of 'trust' on it. Got it?”

Hermes nodded and grinned. 'Thank you, kids. My plan works. Cuteness is the key to this success! The young Don's eyes gracefully glowed in pure happiness. But again, the clothes? Really?' He clapped his hands twice and he continued, ”Alright, it seems we settle down. Right?”

The chief replied in a nod. Hermes turned his half-side his face behind, signaled his servant to put down his hostility. He ordered Justin to apologize for what he did, as well. But even Justin unwillingly wanted to refuse, he gave in and obeyed his order.

”Sir, I apologize for the terror I commit. As per the request of my boss, his words are absolute. Be grateful that I don't need to slay - *cough* I mean, I have no right to refuse,” the butler said, showing the chief his fake smile.

”R-r-right.” the chief was still worried and afraid, starting to reply with wryly smile. ”We're the one to blame. It is not our intention to make war with you two, my men were performing their duty to protect the village. It is our fault to misunderstand your sudden visit. We will make sure it won't happen again.” the chief approached the butler and offered his hand to be shaken.

The butler was looking at his hand in disgust and his boss knew he was going to kill the man if he didn't make a move again. He rushed to his side and grabbed his hand, shaking in honor.

The chief was confused. He grinned and shook his hand, too, with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. ”The honor is mine.”

The young Don and the chief had finally lowered their guard for their own safety.

”Is there something we can do? Something that good as our payment for what we did?” the chief made the first word.

”Uh, eh, uh… I don't know… yet.” the young Don couldn't think anything. ”I guess nothing?”\

Chief Zamor was surprised. But he couldn't let someone like him not to get rewarded and repaid.

”Hmm, I've got an idea, Mr. Aljen. How about you and your servant come with me to our house? A place to stay for a short while. Both of you must be tired from a long journey. Think of this as our repayment. What do you think?” he asked. ”Right, kids?”

The twins nodded thrice in unison. July stepped closer, showed her round eyes and cute smile to the young Don. Looking at their pity and cute stare, shining brightly like a sun, he couldn't refuse their offer. Hermes gave in.

'Oooh, shit. But whatever, I just need to think of it as a good opportunity to get in inside the village. What great timing! It was not part of my plan but I think it'll work.' He grinned and clenched his fist. Even it was a simple smile, for Justin, he saw his boss smirked in pure evil. Inside Justin's imagination, his eyes showed of chaos and despair that would bring the villager's end and destruction.

”Oooh, that was the plan, Boss. I will go in the flow as well.” Justin murmured, quietly laughing.

”Follow me. I'll show you the way, Mr. Aljen, and Mr. Justin.” Chief Zamor asked, leading them to his wagon nearby.

”Sure, with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Aah,” Hermes stopped the village chief for a second. ”... before we go, do you have a small map of your village?”

”Yeah, I do have one,” he draws out from his pocket a small folded paper.

”Can you mark the location of your clinic or hospital and your home? It'll be a great help.” The village chief, confused, marked the locations of the location he asked earlier before he gave it to him. ”What're you going to do with that?

”Justin.” As Hermes called his butler, he quickly took the paper and listened to his command. ”Can you take care of those men, you knocked down earlier? Use the car to bring their bodies to the nearest clinic. And after that, rendezvous to his home.” Hermes ordered to Justin.

'You know what you need to do.' Hermes signaled him with a chin up.

Reading his boss mind of what he wanted him to do, he put his hand on his c.h.e.s.t and lowered his head, ”Yes, boss. As you wish.” He quickly disappeared and picked up one by one all of the injured people around the area. And the bodies, unconscious or not, were thrown on the top of the roof of the vehicle.

As they walked towards the wagon, the chief saw his friend and quickly ran on him.

”Ubert, can you still walk?” Chief Zamor asked, helping him to stand up.

”Good, then go to the clinic for now. Get yourself heal for a while. I will bring one of the guests to my house.”

”Yes Chief, I will. You don't have to say it. Aah, my back.”

It's your fault from the beginning, Mr. Ubert. If you didn't shoot us then this mess won't happen. Hermes thought while following Chief Zamor and the twins to their house.

January 1, 1811

Camelia Family Households, Neue Fiona Village

3:30:12 PM

The young Don was carried by a wagon, sitting on the right side beside the twins and Chief Zamor on the left, holding a baton. He witnessed the beauty of the structure of the concrete wall and its passage there were two guards guarding the gate. They recognized the face of their leader when they checked the passengers. Chief Zamor told them to let a vehicle passed through when it entered the gate. He told them a black-haired butler was one of his guests. Passing through the gate made the young Don's eyes glowed in excitement and opened his mouth in awe as he saw a lot of people walking in the streets, vendors selling their products whilst the children played with their tricks. There were parasol hanging around the place and some colorful parols in each side of the windows of every store. Whenever they went, the citizens greeted Chief, like their king, as he mannerly replied them with a raise of his hand, signing his regal reply. It took several pass gate and an hour to arrive at a certain destination. When they arrived in the household of Camelia family, Hermes recalled the memories of the game setting. He remembered the house had some connection to multiple quests which he couldn't describe yet and one of the important key factors in the game for highlighting the flag of his own death.

Within this place, there was a powerful item that will help one of the love targets, Arata Kingsman, in his quest to defeat him. He hadn't forgotten the moment Arata Kingsman managed to take it successfully and convinced the village chief to commence the rebellion against the Archnemesis family. He wished to grab it before the others take it so he could use it for his own safety but according to the game, you needed at least spent a hundred dollars to get it. Should the special item reach by filthy hand, will make the rate of his death flag to descend.

'I just hope it won't happen before I leave this island.' He wiped out his sweat from his face by his handkerchief.

”Thanks for having me here,” Hermes said, entering the house. He removed his shoes and put on the slippers offered by Chief Zamor.