I Transmigrated To A Mafia Character From A BL Dark ! - Chapter 129
R-16 (The following scenes should be viewed with caution as they contain death, blood, sexual innuendo, and violence)
Austen after having his mind cleared by the night breeze that came from the door felt less queasy and with someone there, he naturally felt less scared. He shot the scene from various angles and handed the recording sphere to Theo.
Finally, Josh arrived with the cleaning items and brought a few more workers with them to remove the bodies.
“Take it to the trash burning pile,” Austen said as the seven bodies were placed on top of a gurney.
“No, it’s better to take it to the place where we cut up meat. There, let’s take their hands off them… Wouldn’t it be better for the relatives to identify their heads?” Josh said with an indifferent look and seriously asked Theo, who at the time was representing Louis.
Theo’s skin became a little paler and he felt the instinct to vomit, just Austen touch his back and he felt something penetrating his skin, the vomit anxiety was eventually repressed and he felt much better.
“I think it would be much more practical, but do you have the means for that?” Theo said looking gratefully at Austen who just looked away from Josh.
“Our Chefs’ cutlasses are very sharp,” Josh said with a shrug as if it were a small matter and not a matter of ripping off a human head.
“Then do it,” Theo said, trying to imitate Josh’s indifference, which made the man smile, even if it was a brief, short smile, before leaving with the helpers to the kitchen.
Theo looked at those helpers and felt there was something wrong with them, there was no expression and they didn’t seem to speak, plus there was a yellow paper talisman hanging behind their heads.
“They’re living dolls,” Austen told Theo who was still standing curiously watching the servants carrying the corpses on the stretchers.
“Alive dolls?” Theo asked curiously, even as he was afraid of what would be answered.
“Dead people who have not had the funeral rites completed, Master Lee Ming uses the talismans to bring them to life and do services for him… I don’t know the procedure correctly as this seems like art that comes from the Eastern Continent and seems to be heirlooms from the master’s family, I just added the basics”
Austen tried to explain, but he only knew a little about the subject. The truth is that he didn’t want to mess with the dead, he had learned the trick from his master, but only the basics.
For example, he can control the bodies of people who were peasants or servants, but he couldn’t control the body of a warrior or a wizard, as he only learned the basics of this kind of secret art.
Theo didn’t feel as scared as he thought he would be with that answer, after all, they were already dead people, if it was something like gathering children’s lives in sacrifices or virgin women to summon such dolls he would feel terrified and very bad inside.
“You’d better take the sphere to Lord Louis,” Austen said as she washed his hands in the tub of water to get the blood off his hands. There was a little blood on his face and blond hair which was pretty evident.
“Master Louis is busy now, I’ll go later. We’ll help you clean up and we’ll wait in the garbage crematorium for the bodies, I’ll have to do a report later and I need to see if Mr. Josh really took the heads off those bodies”
Theo spoke as he kept the translucent sphere in its own dimensional item, which Louis had given him when he gave him new clothes a few days ago.
“It’s not necessary”
Austen said embarrassed, but Theo played deaf and helped the man get the blood out of his hair and beard, which were the most obvious spots.
He didn’t want to go back and see Louis and Lee Ming flirting shamelessly, helping Austen was better for his poor eyes.
In the Dawn Kingdom Information Guild’s office, Antonella took the report from her personal shadow. She had her own squad with five shadows, two knights, two hunters, and a mage.
“That crazy one…” Antonella spoke with a smile and a bitter taste in her mouth.
The report spoke of the deaths of the seven most problematic men who frequented the bars and brothels whether a low or high class, they only brought problems and no one could do much about it as they had nobles or people with some power that made people cautious.
Now they were all dead and respectively their heads were handed over to the families or their sponsors, with a polite message in golden letters, stamped with a special and magical seal with the archduke’s family crest, which was a unique item for every nobleman, even the royal family has a special stamp for each new king.
If you want revenge to go to Archduke Leon in the Aurore Empire, we will be waiting with a fine feast as your last dinner, Signed Representative of Archduke Leon, Louis.
“What are you going to do, my lady?” the shadow asked waiting for his master’s orders.
“Send the information to the other branches of the guild,” Antonella said signing a paper validating the information.
She wouldn’t do anything about it, she hadn’t lost her sense of preservation, if a person can dare to kill seven people connected to the nobility without even blinking or being afraid to reveal their identity, these people were dangerous and must be kept away.
“What if someone sends a request to the assassin guild?” the shadow questioned as he stored in his dimensional item in the form of a raven token the document he would have to pass on to the central Information Guild.
“Send the peacock to speak to Martina, letting him know about it. If she still wants the money above her own life, it’s her problem” Antonella said with indifference, she was already doing that rude woman a favor and now washing her hands on the matter.
Which reminded her that she had to talk to her husband about Archduke Leon if she remembered that they (marquis) had rainbow iron business with them (Archduke).
The agreement looked like it would be revised soon, this would be a golden opportunity for them to show goodwill and even strengthen friendships with the Archduke.
“Yes, my lady”
The shadow said fading into the darkness of the room and quickly appearing in an alley where you could hear laughter and people screaming, the low-ranking prostitutes were being pressed into the walls by big men wearing blue coats, which could have meant they were guards from the city on leave or just a servant of some off-duty nobleman.
The shadow passed them and went to the end of the alley, there was a man handsome as moonlight, with long blond hair loose and falling like a cascade of gold, the beautiful almond eyes looked slightly moist and the full pink lips looked like a peach ripe to be bitten.
He would be the perfect image of the legendary angels preached by the Church of the Rising Sun, were it not for the loose clothing he wore revealing his handsome milky shoulders and a man kneeling between his legs.
“Shadow 3?” he asked holding tightly the man’s head who was startled by the presence of someone else, he was forced to swallow the blonde man’s penis even more.
“Message from the lady, advises Ms. M of Tailors Street that she must not accept death orders for the people of the Jiang-Li Hotel or them visitors”
Shadow 3 said quickly turning and leaving without looking back, he quickly went to an inn and put on a disguise, taking the teleport portal with a fake passport to go to the Central Information Guild.
The peacock was surprised with the quick entry and exit of Shadow 3, he wanted to ask to be taken care of by him who had a big soldier between his legs that he wanted to taste a little.
“Romeo?” the man who finally, after swallowing the handsome blonde’s ejaculate, managed to be freed, seeing the handsome guy standing and thoughtful.
“You can go,” Romeo said nonchalantly pulling up his pants and leaving without looking behind the man still kneeling on the floor who looked like a stunned fool watching the other leave.
Martina Pagano is one of the few commoners who managed to rise in life, of course, with some luck and some shady means.
Her first murder was at age 14 with her own abusive father, it was very easy to put poison in the bastard’s strong alcohol. The first time she never forgets and she was trembling a little nervously, but the abusive father just thought she was trembling because she was afraid of him.
He fell as easily as a dry twig goes to the ground in summer.
No one suspected the fearful, frail daughter, but the village blamed her mother for being a witch, prompting them to run to a small town.
Her mother with the knowledge of herbs, poisons, and rudimentary medicine passed on to her daughter earned their living by curing small traders and travelers with some money.
That’s how the mother met Mr.. Pagano and he changed the lives of mother and daughter.