Chapter 49 - The Don and Conspiracy of High Elves 6 (1/2)

In the fifth district, there was a secret underground base located at the place. Four men opened the door of his office. They dragged the body of an unconscious butler in front of their leader.

They placed a hand on their c.h.e.s.t and lowered their head respectfully. The leader stood up from his chair and walked closer at the captive. He looked pleased to see him like this.

He had sparse lime hair and a handsome face with a mole under his left eye. His pale skin and elegant manner showed how mighty he was. His white suit pinned with a small red silk-made rose showed his high authority within the ranks.

”Oh, take a look at that. What a wonderful gift you got there, men,” said Mattheus Dante, smiling. He's the Underboss of the Verdugo family. He's the right-hand man of the clan and second-in-command after their boss. ”This is the butler, sire. We found him in front of the entrance gate. We've come here to ask for confirmation,” one of the guards answered promptly.

”Hmm, yup. It is him. There's no mage other him within their family. He's the only servant left to protect his master, though,” Matheus confirmed. ”By the way, good job. Whoever the bounty he is, I'm grateful for this.”

The four men stood firm and raised their arms with salutation.

”How lucky we are. To think the Consigliere is here. Covered with his blood and isolated. Capture by one of our men. What an unlucky peasant,” Matheus kicked the face of the butler and laughed. ”If you're here with us, then your tiny little lamb has no shepherd to protect him. To guide him for glory and honor. Man, fate is on our side this time.”

'Magnificent. He's not responding. No sign of resistance. What kind of spell did they use against this fellow? Man, lucky us.'

”Take him away. Send him to the lowest room suitable for this peasant,” Matheus directed, pointing his thumb downward. ”Yes, sire,” the guards saluted in response.

”I wonder who is helping us behind the scene. Never mind, I guess the time has come to commence it,” Matheus muttered as he picked up the glass from the table.

Suddenly, a tiny letter entered his room. But since he was familiar with the aura, he lowered his guard down.

'Another prophecy from God, huh.'

He picked up a dark letter on the table and opened it.

His pupils trembled in excitement. Lips upturned.

He placed a hand on his eyes and laughed.

”Wonderful, what a great prophecy indeed. Whoever you are. I'm going to play my part then. Glory to my family!” He raised his glass and gulped it.

Four minutes later.

Fourth district, Neue Fiona Village.

Inside the temple, the three elders met up with each other in the headmaster's office. One of them carried a huge box containing different articles, and next to him, he was holding a black briefcase in his hand.

”Brother Damaso, I found these articles about Hermes Archnemesis. Please take a look,” Elder Kilo handed over a pile of old newspaper on the table.

Elder Damaso moved closer at the table and picked up one page. Then, he quietly read the content until the last paragraph.

”Interesting. This could be a piece of potential evidence against that man,” he commented, rubbing his beard as he imagined the scene where Hermes got arrested.

”Brother, these are the photos we gathered from our investigation,” Elder Wamo opened the briefcase, an orange orb appeared in his sight. ”Oh, you are using the [Sony II], huh. Magnificent,” Elder Damaso patted his shoulder with a smiling face, appreciatively.

”Brother Wamo, that relic is an ancient relic from the former Empire. I thought it was already extinct. Where did you get that thing?” Elder Kilo marveled with a glistering gaze. ”Hmm, I just bought it from the auction at the Romue,” Elder Wamo rubbed his nose first before he replied.

”Since when?” Elder Damaso followed. ”Last September, brother,” he simpered.

”Good thing we have this relic. We can use this to showcase our evidence to overthrow the Archnemesis from this place,” Elder Wamo's lips curled in a crescent form.

The two elders clapped their hands with awe.

”Brother, are you sure this is enough to defeat him?” asked Elder Kilo, worryingly. ”Yes, this is enough. The villagers loathed their own master to the highest extent. We've been here for more than a decade after we hailed from Siberia. The instability of the order and lack of proper lordship is sufficient power to end his career,” Elder Damaso assured.

”Brother, I only investigated the office he rented in the third district. The former headquarters of the Handdog gang. The only thing I ever recorded were the torture chamber, the prison cell, and the illegal potions from the organization,” Elder Wamo interjected. ”It's okay. There's a saying, false evidence appears real to the eyes of the ignorants. Humans are an irrational race where emotions prevail over rationality. You don't have to worry about it. Those records will only increase their hate once more,” Elder Damaso pointed out with smiling teeth.

The two younger elders clapped their hands in awe.

”Wonderful. That's one of the greatest schemes we've ever plan, brother,” Elder Kilo praised. ”Thank you,” Elder Damaso appreciated.

”But still, there are several things we need to clarify here, my brothers. Three questions we need to uncover first, why is the head of the family here? Why is he trying to form a friendship with the chief? And, what's the purpose of his presence in this village? Look here. I have a doubt at first. I'm curious about this. Very curious. I don't think there's a good reason for him to stay here and form a good relationship with his people,” Elder Wamo quizzed, pointing out all the questions through their minds.

”Hmm, I wonder why too. Hmm, I do believe we need to extend our investigation about those important cases before we proceed on this segment. But unfortunately, we received the letter from the Grand lord himself. Urging us to commence his brilliant plan. I know this is a bad idea, but I think we need to put it on hiatus,” said Elder Damaso as he mounted on his single-seat chair.

”But, brother. I think we need to. Do you think he knows what's going on in this place?” asked Elder Wamo, worryingly. ”Hmm, to think you are going to get worried to unnecessary. Brother Wamo, I know you're a very cautious man, but no need to tell us a disturbing idea. There's no way a child like him will get involved in this place,” Elder Damaso chuckled.