Chapter 11 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (1/2)

Third District, Neue Fiona Village

Three days later, as they toured the place by themselves in the street, the young Don felt his legs starting to stiff. He spotted a bench under a huge tree near the river and he moved closer to take a rest. He mannerly sat down, cross-legged while putting his pressed arms over his left leg. The harmonic hymn of the birds hanging in the branches and the cold breeze of wind coming from the east eased the young Don's fatigue. Few people were strolling around the place which gave him a pleasant time to enjoy the view of the scenery that considered the best. But there was something he was really curious what made him so furious. Watching the beautiful facade of the river made him be confused about the villagers' condition.

Thoughtful and doubtful.

How can a village recover from a war without getting their master's assistance? How can they still maintain this peaceful way of living without any hindrance? These questions made him think there was something strange happening in this place. It almost four of the evening after he peeks at his watch. He exhaled with an exhausting sigh. He and his servant had already done their best to find some clues but for several days of investigation and listening to the gossips around the place, he still failed to get one.

”Boss, are you alright?” Justin, worried, moved closer to him. ”Should I buy you some food and drink?”

”Well,” The young Don blinked several times after he turned his gaze to his servant. He almost forgot that he had to keep himself away from being worried by him. He shook his head and spoke with a rude tone. ”I guess we should be... No, I kind of tired from our strolling in this village. Is this really a village or a town? So f.u.c.k.i.n.g huge. By looking at the architectural structure of the building, streets, the not that good but well-balanced market system and policies of each district, it made me questioned myself how can someone like me tried to ruin it.” He averted his eyes to Justin and told him, ”Go get some food in the nearest store that we passed earlier. I will just be going to take a rest for a while and to inhale some fresh air.”

That was really strange. The village had been divided into five districts. Each of these locations had been taken care of by district representatives. The 1st district was the main place where the Village Hall located, the barnyard, and the Holy Church of Neue Fiona. It was also the main trading hub because of strategic location. In its east, the 2nd District was located where the best news came out. It was the main source of important information that was daily reported at the place. The 3rd district was home of the best tourist spots like the Neue Fiona park he was watching right now and the main financial source because there's only one restaurant and few vendors sold their products around the place. The undeveloped land transportation and the concrete road was still the problem, however. The people used only wagons in this pre-industrial era of the 19th century. He was only grateful that he transmigrated as the young Don due to fact he got always transported here via mobile car. The next one, the 4th district located on the eastern side of the second was home of middle-income earners. It was still undeveloped but still safe from bandits. Because of the crimes happened for the last five years, the police department was established to hold the ground. It was the training ground of the village guards, thoroughly. The last one was still the important thing he wanted to survey. It was supposedly safe from the grounds of criminals and an important passage for the main quest titled, ”Massacre of Elven Fry”. He had no clue why his female junior named after it. There are no elves that still exist in this timeline because of the last war of the previous Latinslav Empire. It was the time where such creatures like elves, goblins, ogres, demi-humans, and demons ruled the world. He quietly annoyed but giggled when he recalled her hilarious reason: she wanted to add some tragic background story and a fan of J.J. Howkings Lord of the wings. But today, he had to find out why the fifth district was still under control by the bandits.

Justin tilted his head and noticed his dead pry eyes. He, petrified, had no intention to bother his deep concentration. But it was still his duty to keep his master away from being drawn by stress. He wiped out his boss' sweat from his face after he picked out from his pocket the handkerchief he had and fanned him with his dark magic to keep him relax. While he performed his magic, something from his heart and mind struck through. Someone was watching them. His face turned black and turned his graving gaze at the position of the person. He saw a blue cloak person smiling at them while hiding behind the wall. Her smile was not genuine and full of bloodl.u.s.t thus far. He sensed the person invited him to come over or his master's life would be in danger.

”Boss, what do you want to order again?” He asked venerably.” I will try to buy some to the nearest store you mentioned earlier.”

”Anything not too sweet, but with good taste, Justin.” He raised his index with his eyes closed. ”Make sure it was blended with good scent and its appearance looks convenient to eat.”

”Anything that was not too sweet? Oh boy, that's hard to imagine.” He murmured before he opened his eyes glistered at his master. ”Alright then, I'll do it for the sake of the stomach of my beloved evil boss.” His eyes sparkled as he looked above the sky.

”Very optimistic indeed, as expected to my loyal servant.” Hermes praised him. ”Go on.”

”Consider it done, Boss.” Justin stepped backward before he bowed. ”I'll be back in a minute.”

The young Don noticed his words were so serious after he left, however. He turned his gaze above him after the birds flew away. The light of the sun blurred his view for second but after he got used to it, he saw the clear sky.

”What a beautiful scene.” He muttered with a relaxing smile. ”But it is not beautiful compared to my beloved country, bound with rich resources and home of smiling face and good singers. It has more than 7,100 islands so I'm used to it. ” He heaved a sigh. He wondered if the world he was living in back then would still keep its image. ”I wish I can still go back. Damn it, Stump G, you'd be thankful I love the sight of mother nature.”

A few minutes later, Hermes realized that Justin taking too long to come back. Therefore, he decided to look for him before the sky turned dark. He followed the same track as his servant went to. He asked a few people for his whereabouts but no one saw him.

He felt strange and something on his heart was telling him not to go further. Something on his mind kept telling him if he searched for his servant, death will come upon him. He pressed his heart and leaned his side against the wall. He felt something was preventing him to advance. There's a reason for this after he thought about it. It was one of the basic skills of the old Hermes Archnemesis - the maternal danger instinct. It was only triggered if there's a danger coming after him. Furthermore, someone must trigger this. He thought first that it was one of the twelve main characters but he shook his head in denial because it was too early for that.

He kept strolling the street. As he blinked his eyes, his view changed from the crowd of citizens around the market to slums after a newspaper stuck on his face. He blinked his eyes several times after he removed the paper and he screamed inside from the sudden transport with his hand press on his head. His face turned blue while reading the words from the paper that stated:

[Mission failed: Failed to start some sub-quests. Why you didn't do this?]

[Mission failed: Failed to secure the shadow realm of the village.]

[Reputation: Negative 100, you moron.]

[Mission failed: Unable to establish some business.]

[Mission failed: You bastard get betrayed and sold out. Unable to gain favor with an important figure.]

[Mission failed: Failed to sabotage illegal activities around the place. Failed to defeat the hidden bosses.]

[Mission failed: Failed to establish good standing with important key players.]

[Reputation: It's getting even worse, you moron.]

[Due to lack of effort to finish these quests, the villain will be punished and skipped for the main quest.]

What the heck was happening? What are these? Why was he here? There are several questions kept repeating inside his brain. The street was dull and specks of dirt could be seen in the area. The plants were dead, the street was full of trash and the water was full of moles, corpses, and feces of animals and humans. He felt gross at the smell of the district he entered. He didn't really sure why was he here but he was sure that a certain person liable for this sudden transport. Compare to the boundary, this place was pretty messed up. He tore apart the paper and ignored the contents. The house had no roof and rats ate rotten plants and other flesh such as cows, rabbits and human corpses who was abandoned.

5:44:11 PM

He saw a sign of tavern nearby, he was confused in the warning stated; ”Beware of Bandits! Demon creatures and other kinds of stuff!”. He swallowed his saliva after reading it. He wanted to withdraw but the gate from district 4 was locked. He wanted to introduce himself but there were no guards guarding it. He had the will of the player but he had no weapons, however. Therefore, he was not a person who'll risk his life to enter the forbidden district that Chief Zamor already told about unprepared.

Where might be his servant went to was still a question he wanted to be answered. He sighed, scratched his chin as he realized it. A cold breeze coming from the east hit his body. He covered himself tightly and he continued to track down his servant. Suddenly, the wind came back but his face was surprisingly hit his face with a newspaper.

Irritated. He quickly grabbed the paper and removed it. But strange words caught his attention while reading the content. It stated:

``Mission Objective: Upon arriving at the next corner, left side behind the posting. There's a group of goons assaulted an old lady. She is not really an old hag so be careful. Your objective is to save the old lady.

PS: Don't get too close to the enemies and also to the old lady. Just show yourself.

Rewards: You'll earn a trophy of a savior if succeeded.

And also, be ....``

A big question mark left his mind puzzled before he could finish the last sentence. What was this newspaper meant to? The only person he knew who gave him this kind of treatment. It was none other than his arc nemesis. ”Stump G. What's this?”

He began his searching and he arrived in the place stated in the paper without meaning to come there. But a strange and loud noise was begging for help, making his mind crumpled towards her location. As he approached the area, the voice was getting louder per meter.

”Somebody, help me!” a voice of an old woman bullied by three thieves in the quiet and isolated corner. No one was near to the place but only him.

He hid behind the post and murmured, ”... No wonder this is a forbidden district, there's a lot of fools enters this place with no idea upon them. Oh I know, maybe this is my chance to increase my great reputation. Hang on. But how.., ” He thought, putting his hand over his chin. ”Hmmm, thinking about this, it might cause my life to be in danger. If I save the old woman from those thugs, will they reward me? Will I be considered a hero? But it only works for main characters and their capture targets. I wonder if she'll tell her a story about my effort to the public. Oh whatever, let's see what I can do about this.” Hermes smirked, imagining his great epic expectation of being a hero.