Became the Mafia of the Academy - Chapter 214
Became the Mafia of the Academy chapter 214
The beginning of the incident goes back to the evening of the vacation day a few days ago.
Reinforcing materials and equipment piled up in cubes.
I was thinking about how to deal with these things in bed, but I couldn’t find the right way.
“It should be easy to find people who deal with subjects like this… … .”
Since most of them are not ordinary materials, the number of talented people who can handle them is very limited.
Even the nobles who deal with these things tend to be stubborn or have their own stubbornness.
In many cases, even Carlione’s name or property did not work.
In other words, it can only be done through quests… … .
“Ah, I don’t know.”
Eventually, giving up on grunting, I got up from the bed and left the room.
“… … young master? Where are you going?”
He looks at me and tilts his head as if he was cleaning the hallway.
“I’m going to see my godfather for a while.”
The person I want to meet now is my godfather, Consilieri, who is called Carlione’s brain.
Wouldn’t the godfather be able to help in this situation? because I thought
‘If I can’t make equipment with the value of the name, isn’t it enough to accept the quest with something else?’
“ah. Consilierish will be in his office right now. I just brought you refreshments.”
“okay? thank you.”
It was fortunate that the godfather was not sleeping.
As I headed straight to my godfather’s study, a soft light was spreading through the opaque glass on the door.
Take a breath, tidy up your hair, and knock.
“Godfather. This is Eugene.”
After a while, the voice of the godfather came from inside.
As I turned the doorknob and went inside, I saw the godfather stretching.
“You were still at work.”
“It’s better than usual, though. Yeah, what happened?”
Certainly, dark circles are less dark than usual, so it seems that the intensity of work has improved recently.
After sitting across from him without Katabuta, I started talking straight away.
“I would like to be introduced to a maestro or meister you know.”
The maestro who made Dispartere in Seoul is a craftsman specializing in Western clothing.
It wasn’t the equipment I wanted to strengthen, so I needed someone else.
“A new craftsman… … ?”
A small arc was drawn in the eyes of the godfather who heard my story.
“I have someone to introduce to you! This is true, I was suffering from inner hair because of it. That’s great!”
A very positive response.
It was a very good sign to call it a precursor to a quest.
I checked the window in front of me and showed a happy expression.
Then, from now on, all I have to do is show the right reaction according to the story.
“It’s good that you’re having a headache. If I can help, I will be happy to help.”
He smiled very satisfied with my answer and nodded.
“okay? Feel so good! Okay wait a minute.”
Saying that, he starts digging through the mountains of documents.
After a while, the papers pulled out of his hand are placed on the table.
“you. Would you like to go back to your hometown?”
… … yes?
* * *
After that, it was a breeze.
Since it was a sudden quest, I didn’t expect it to be nearby, but Italy!
And that’s Italy, where my family has seen it!
For some reason, when the word Italy is added to a savory sentence that reminds me of a trip to my hometown on Chuseok, the feeling is completely different.
‘I haven’t thought about it until now… … not bad.’
At best, I tried to find something in Korea, but I didn’t think about overseas.
But now I am Carlione’s eldest son.
You don’t have to roll around like crazy just because it’s your first vacation like you did with other characters.
Plus artisans in Italy. If they were the ones I knew, they were great people who could make the best equipment.
To say I hadn’t thought of this, it seems I fell into mannerism without realizing it.
have to repent
“Haaa… … sleepy… … .”
Across from me, I saw Latte yawning with a sleepy expression.
She is staring out the window blankly and chewing on peanuts.
“Why are you following me?”
“uh… … I have a mission in Italy too?”
The reason why she got on the same plane as me is that she also had business in Italy.
Yes, since the academy that was originally active was on vacation, the ‘on-campus’ cafe, Cielo Nuturno, was also closed, and it was natural that he would be put on another mission, but if there was a problem… … .
“This is not a family plane, it’s just ‘my plane’.”
The point is that the plane we are on right now is my private plane.
Of course, it wasn’t that there wasn’t a dedicated plane used in the current family.
However, I did not know when my father and godfather would urgently go abroad, so I bought one while thinking about the future.
A decision I was able to make because I had a lot of money recently.
I still can’t forget how her eyes trembled when she asked Haru to buy it.
“For family missions, don’t you take an additional aircraft instead of the original private plane?”
“Uh… … stir… … on that… … Tae, can you give me a ride? We have a bond working together at the academy, right? Right!”
Latte looked at me trembling so much that the bag of peanuts she was holding trembled. It was like watching a frightened mouse.
“Hmm, I’m worried… … .”
“Please… … ! Airplanes are tough… … ! It’s inconvenient to take the kids!”
She holds the guinea pigs tightly and now she has tears in her eyes.
Confirming the reaction, I replied with a smile.
“It is a joke. Since we are going the same way, let’s go together.”
“Yeah, as expected, Bocchan! Merciful young man! Wonderful young boy!”
“I don’t have to overdo it.”
The flight to Italy started like that.
After watching a few movies while enjoying drinks and food in a calm private plane, I was able to arrive in Italy quickly.
Latte… … I thought they would talk to me while I was going, but after sleeping for a while, I didn’t wake up all the time, so I actually felt like I was coming alone.
From what I’ve heard, I’ve been sleeping for about 4 days.
After hearing the reason, I couldn’t help but forgive him.
… … I’m sorry Carlione.
* * *
It was a bright morning when we arrived.
Is this jet lag?
The plane landed on a small private airstrip in Sicily, Italy.
Unfortunately, due to the nature of the mission, those who met me are nowhere to be seen.
“Turn it off… … ! We’ve finally arrived. Ah, where are you going, Bocchan?”
As soon as you step on the ground, stretch and ask for a latte.
“I think I will go straight to the mission. you?”
“Oh, I think I’m going to the Carlione Italian headquarters. It’s because of the support that came from that side.”
Saying that, carrying a load the size of her own, she leans toward me.
“Then, let’s go first. young master! Please, I hope to see you again in good health!”
Looking at the back of the latte that disappears like that, I also started to move my steps.
It’s a bit far from the destination, so grab an Uber and move.
Olive trees seen between passing trees and walls.
The warm sunlight and the unique exotic scent seem to tell you that this place is a foreign country.
Certainly, there is less population density and fewer cars, so the air is different.
‘It’s hollow inside.’
After running like that, we finally arrived at a small village in the Italian countryside.
As I walked in front of the statue located in the village, I saw an old man smoking a pipe with his back leaning against the statue in silence.
That old man is the Italian maestro I was looking for.
It was ‘Ludbio Marco’.
As I slowly approach it, my eyes meet with him.
He sees me and approaches me with a bright smile.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! This is it, really Carlione’s kid. No, you look exactly like Carlione’s money!”
He laughs and spreads his arms. I naturally accepted his hug and smiled.
“Sorry for making you wait so long. Maestro.”
“ha ha ha! It’s a long wait. My original job was to feed pigeons in a place like this. chuckle!”
After hugging like that. He reached out his hand towards me.
“This is Ludbio Marcoi, who once made shoes.”
“Heir to the Carlione family and son of Vito Carlione. This is Eugene Han Carlione. It is an honor to meet the Maestro.”
His hands were rough, rough, and hard, as if to represent the years he had lived.
“It would be an honor to meet this old man. Come on, let’s go to this old man’s house. It’s quite a distance, so you’ll have to walk diligently!”
From what I’ve heard, his house seems to be on a cliff by the sea, a little far from the village.
Returning a warm smile to him who greeted him as if an old grandson had returned, he slowly arrived at his house.
“Okay, let’s go in first. Even in the house, there are people who will get angry if you smoke. I’ll take one and go in.”
“yes. Then I will.”
As I stepped into the room behind him as he lit the pipe, something suddenly jumped out.
* * *
He sighed as he looked at the girl lying on the bed, then looked at Ludvio who was beside him in a puzzled way.
He clicks his tongue and shakes his head.
“Anyway, since I tried to make fun of the old man on a fictitious day, I was punished like this. Eh tsk tsk.”
Ludbio also had an expression of delight, as if he had not been beaten once or twice.
“sorry. I hope you have a granddaughter… … .”
To be honest, did you think I had already waited inside the house?
I didn’t feel any hostility or even murder, so it passed without any problems.
“huh? Aren’t you my granddaughter?”
“… … yes?”
It seems that she is not a granddaughter.
“Why was there a woman who wasn’t the granddaughter at Ludvio’s house?”
He put on a bitter expression at my question and slowly approached the child and stroked her hair.
“Originally, he was a child who lived in the village where we were. now… … He’s just coming to help the poor old man. This kid has always been like that.”
It seems that there is some kind of relationship.
What was certain was that Ludvio cared for this girl very much.
When he was watching Ludvio silently stroke the girl’s hair.
“Grandpa is in big trouble!”
“Hey! It’s a surprise!”
The girl jumped up and screamed.
“Ha, Grandpa! Carlione! Carlione!”
“… … what?”
“Carlione came to visit my grandfather! hurry! You have to run away quickly——”
uh… … .
When I cautiously brought out the words, she turned her head with her neck creaking like a broken doll.
Her face gradually turned blue, and she suddenly stood up from her seat and clenched her fist to block Ludvio’s way.
“Ha, I came because I had something to do with my grandfather! Hey, the mafia!”
… … Well, I’m not a mafia.
The moment I was thinking about how to react here.
“Elena. stop it That is the guest I called.”
“… … yes?”
Standing behind the girl named Elena, Ludvio spoke first.
Then, as if to say something, she turned her head.
“Carlione… … Are you Grandpa?”
“Yeah, because I thought I had to change too.”
After saying that, he bit Elena. He comes to me and says
“Did you hear the contents of the request?”
“Recapturing the stolen workshop. Is that correct?”
He nodded at my question and slowly held out his hand.
His face had changed from a kind grandfather to that of a tycoon who had gone through many hardships.
“Good. From now on. Let’s talk business.”