Taking the Mafia to the Magic World-Chapter 1025 Assassination Attempt in Ravengarde

Over the next few days, Vicente had no business outside Ravengarde and was stationed in the area to fulfill his responsibilities as an Inner Disciple.

By now, he had an excellent position in the Combat Center ranking and was getting closer to his goal of becoming a Core Disciple before leaving to meet Nan.

He once again saw his master in the Real Sorcerer art this morning, with whom he had weekly meetings to study and train together.

Collins had already taught Vicente almost everything he knew in the few years he had been teaching him. Vicente had already reached his cultivation level and, because of Vice's exceptional talent, the boy even understood concepts that Collins himself found difficult.

If it hadn't been for Collins' vast experience, he wouldn't have dared to advise the young Fuller until this day!

But even at such a good level, Vicente used his time with Collins to learn and respected the rat-headed man greatly.

Today, he finally touched on the all-important subject of his eventual departure from Light Cay alongside Nan's group.

"So you're leaving already..." The rat-headed man muttered after hearing the subject from Vicente for the first time.

But he had honestly expected this to happen. After years at Vicente's side, Collins had learned a little about his disciple's past and how Vice's plans could only be completed outside of Light Cay. And not only Vicente's history led him to believe that. Vice's own talent was no match for Light Cay's limits.

He wasn't irritated by Vicente's warning to leave, although he would have preferred to stay by Vicente's side for as long as possible.

He still wanted to see Vicente become a Real Sorcerer of the Eighth Class!

That was very close to happening, so the fact that he wanted to leave in less than two years made Collins a little worried.

"But you're not leaving immediately in 2 years, right? In 2 years, you'll only go to this Nan to make the real deal between you," he asked to better understand what he could still do with his disciple.

"I'm not sure about that, master." Vicente was honest. "I'll meet with her group if they're still available and interested in me. Then we'll decide what the future looks like after that."

There was this possibility that Nan and her group had given up on him, or even succumbed.

As strong as that team was, there were many individuals in Light Cay who could destroy Nan's formation with ease.

She was on the island for business, so her group wasn't necessarily strong enough to deal with the island's leaders. They were only strong enough to move around the area.

"I see..." The rat-headed man scrunched up his face, seeing that he might have a little more time even if Vicente's deal with Nan's group worked out.

"Well, I wish you good luck on your journey. Whatever you need, I'll help you with your departure." He didn't surprise Vicente with his words of support.

"I thank you... And I'm sorry, master. I know you'd like me to stay on the island longer. But there are promises I have to keep," Vicente said seriously.

"Don't worry about me. I might leave the island in the future, too." He laughed as he tried to improve the mood in his home training room. "Anyway, focus on becoming a Core Disciple. The sect members won't stop you from leaving the sect, but they will be more careful with you and will offer you better deals if you become a Core Disciple before you leave.

Don't forget, leaving the island doesn't mean you're leaving the sect. The better your position on your departure, the more the sect will consider a potential return from you in the future and consequently support you in your plans."

Just as Nan had come to Light Cay with her group, high-ranking members of Stonewall also traveled off the island from time to time. Normally, only Inner Elders or Core Disciples did this, so Vicente understood his master's advice well.

"Don't worry, my advancement to the next ranking is going well. I'll achieve it in just over a year."

"Perfect." Collins escorted Vicente to the door of his house, before saying goodbye, wishing to see him again in another seven days.

Vicente left alongside Prisiche, promising that he would be there without fail. He continued on to the Medicine Center, where he had his responsibilities as a Seventh Class Healer.

Halfway through this grand, modern city, Vicente sensed something wrong, a feeling that he was under someone's observation.

He instinctively circulated his mana towards his Magic Gems and prepared to act against whatever it was.

A second later, Prisiche stopped as if her circuits had stopped working, disappearing from Vicente's right side an instant later.

Then, in the middle of an important street in Ravengarde, a golden spear crossed dozens of meters, quickly appearing behind Vicente.

He looked back and saw it approaching him at frightening speed, when he found himself in a much more complex situation than being attacked by just a spear.

Hands of mana appeared from the sidewalk where he was standing, while a green vortex of mana appeared above him, attacking him with paralyzing green rays.

Four magicians dressed entirely in black, carrying weapons and with pentagrams around them showed themselves within 10 meters of Vicente, surrounding him as their magical forms appeared and they attacked him.

Passers-by who had nothing to do with what was happening were startled, some of them stumbling and falling over, while others paled, shouting in surprise at this unexpected attack.

Vicente's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he counted not only the four 9-Star Magus attacking him but also three 2-Star Grand Magus attacking from afar, pressing him to make room for those four enemies.

'That came much faster than I had expected.' He considered Prisiche's earlier warning, surprised to find himself so quickly in this position under attack from assassins.

'Looks like I need to travel around the island more and show the sect's enemies that I'm not someone for them to play with casually!'

Vicente's eyes turned black as night as the enemy attacks came closer to him.