Became the Mafia of the Academy - Became the Mafia of the Academy chapter 222

“Something… … It must have been hard work.”

As we got off the truck that stopped with a squeaking sound, Ludvio with pitying eyes greeted us.

“Something happened on the way.”

Could it be because of the recent explosion and rough driving? Smoke was already pouring out of the engine, and an unknown squeaking sound was heard.

Elena, the owner of the car, just stood there, devastated, looking at it.

“Aventador!!”

… … Is the name of the car Aventador?

Awesome, really.

“I’ll get you a new car, so don’t be too sad.”

“… … yes?”

“Can I buy you a real Aventador?”

“Actually, the car is too old, so I was thinking of changing it soon. Well, this is sh*t.”

It was the (old) Aventador that was abandoned in an instant.

Ludbio scratching his head while watching us like that.

“Still, it’s a relief that they seem to be getting along better than yesterday… … Who is the person next to you?”

He looked at Michaela getting out of the truck for the last time and asked with a startled look.

Maybe it’s because her outfit openly claims ‘I’m from the Vatican.’

“It is said to be my escort from the Vatican.”

“… … Your escort?”

“yes. Well, didn’t you put it as a guard so that you don’t get into accidents?”

As I said that, I turned my head to see him startled and tremble.

She looks at me with the eyes of how long have you known her.

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No, this is too obvious for anyone to see, isn’t it too surprising?

“That’s right. Certainly, if it’s your level, there’s nothing strange about receiving the Vatican’s attention.”

Saying that, he turned his head and smiled as he stretched out his hand toward Michaela.

“This is Ludbio Marco, an old man making shoes in this small town. It is an honor to meet the person who serves God.”

Hearing Ludbio’s name, Michaela slowly raises her small hand and grabs his rough hand.

“… … My name is Michaela. It is an honor to meet the Italian national treasure and so-called maestro.”

Did he think she wouldn’t recognize him? At Michaela’s reaction, Ludbio gave a slightly surprised expression and said ha ha! and burst into laughter.

“Aren’t you putting too much gold on your face? Still, it’s an honor to recognize you.”

“Because the cardinal who takes care of me is wearing the maestro’s shoes. I am familiar with the Maestro’s powers and legends.”

I did not know how to find out, but it seems that an acquaintance had the work of the maestro.

“This is embarrassing. Alright, let’s all go inside. I haven’t seen the inside yet, so I’m looking forward to it.”

Led by Ludbio, who said that, we all moved toward the studio together.

An ordinary old building that does not feel any change from the outside.

However, when I entered the interior of the door that opened with a click, a completely different interior from the outside was revealed.

“Wow… … .”

The interior, which had been lit by a few old-fashioned lights, was replaced with full LED lights, the floor was marble tiled, and the display cases were stocked with the best available items.

“grandfather! It’s like a completely different space!”

As if it were her own business, she entered the room with a very happy expression and started to look around.

“Please take a look at Maestro.”

“ah. That, okay.”

He, who had been frozen in a daze, begins to slowly move his steps and look around.

“… … under. Somehow, I heard that the balance in my bank account decreased significantly more than I thought, so I think I know the reason.”

yesternight. I wondered what was going on because a lot more money had disappeared than I originally thought, but it seems that only ‘top-notch’ items were brought in.

That machine looks like new, and that, and that… … how much is that Did you shop very generously this time?

– hahahahaha!!

Hey, things of such good quality that even a nobleman like a maestro would laugh like that.

“Let’s take a look around Sister. Isn’t this the first time you’ve been to a studio like this?”

As I turned my head to see where Michaela was, I met her eyes as she was writing something down.

“sister?”

“Ah, yes.”

In response, she hurriedly puts the notebook in and immediately does something else.

Ahh… … Is it like a report written while observing me? I wanted to play a little bit.

“May I ask what you were writing down just now?”

When I ask with an interesting expression, she turns her gaze eagerly.

“it’s nothing. As a hobby… … Come on, chant! It is a hymn lyricist.”

“Ahh. I see.”

I would like to know who would write lyrics for a choir as a hobby in a place like this, but I decided to skip it for now.

Because I knew what kind of notebook I wrote in.

A moment later, with a completely satisfied expression on his face, he came over and grabbed my hand.

“Sometimes I feel like you are sent by God. Genji, how can things be solved so smoothly as soon as you arrive… … Indeed, thank you very much!”

It seemed that he was quite satisfied with the things I had prepared.

It is also a blatant lie to say that artisans do not cover their tools.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Then, of course, you should be satisfied. If you look at the money that went into this, it’s an amount that’s left over to buy a small business.

But it wasn’t worth it at all.

Because I already know

Properly made equipment has enough value that companies and even small countries can buy one.

“I hope the Maestro will make very good equipment through these facilities.”

Yes, very good equipment.

──To me.

* * *

“Carlione Jr. Where are you going again this time?”

The inside of a car captured through Uber.

When you are on the move looking at your phone in silence. Michaela, who had been sitting quietly, spoke first.

“I am going to work.”

“Are you going alone this time?”

“I am not alone. Sister will go with you.”

“It is, but it is. I thought you might be able to tell me where you are going.”

where are you going

It wasn’t too difficult to predict whether she would ask for a destination like this.

Only 8 Ubers applied to come here.

I only managed to catch the last one of them by offering to pay double the amount I was about to refuse.

“You can think of it as just going to meet someone you know.”

“… … Do you know someone?”

yes. Acquaintance. Since we got to know each other and talked to each other, wouldn’t we be able to say that we know each other?

At that time, the car we rode slowly stopped and stopped in front of a market.

“This is what we promised. Come down quickly.”

The driver talks as if he wants to get out of here as soon as possible.

I gave him double the money as promised and got out of the car with Michaela.

Then, in an instant, the car left us and disappeared.

That’s how we were left alone in this area with no people around.

“Carlione Jr. Where is it?”

“The old market used in the past. Now, as the commercial district has moved, it is a neighborhood where ordinary merchants do not do business.”

“Doesn’t that mean there are no shops? But why did you come here?”

“We’re not looking for ‘regular merchants’.”

“yes?”

Leaving behind her expression of incomprehension, I started walking into the market first.

As I passed the empty plaza and entered the alley, I began to feel the presence of people little by little.

Soon, as stalls and people began to appear, Michaela opened her mouth as if she had finally noticed.

“… … Black market.”

“yes. It is the second largest black market in Sicily.”

For reference, the first is a black market run by Carlione, located in a port city called Messina.

“It seems that I am attracting quite a lot of attention just because I am here.”

“Ah, that’s it. I can’t help it. These people are all people who do business avoiding the eyes of the government. After all, it is illegal.”

In fact, everywhere we went, people gave stinging glances or turned their heads to hide their faces, which showed the extent of the Vatican’s influence despite being in Sicily.

“Ah, over there. meeting place.”

The place I arrived at after passing through the shopping district was no longer in operation, with a collapsed wall and broken mosaic windows. And it was an abandoned cathedral surrounded by moss.

“… … This is it.”

“Because the person I was supposed to meet with is a Catholic. He seems to like meeting at the cathedral quite a bit.”

To be precise, it was a message to meet at the cathedral so that unnecessary blood would not be shed.

“Isn’t it a place that really suits us? sister.”

Upon entering the abandoned cathedral, a chapel with more people waiting than usual appeared.

“Carlione Jr. It’s been a lot of hard work to come a long way.”

In the meantime, the only one who was sitting stood up and called my name.

“Don Medici. You seem to like cathedrals quite a bit.”

“hahahaha! Isn’t that the same for you! no way… … I didn’t expect you to come with a sister from the Vatican.”

As expected, it seemed that he knew that I would not come alone, as if he had planted a person from the entrance. Even the fact that it’s a sister.

And I intend to make the most of this situation.

“Oh, I should introduce my colleague. Sister, that’s Don Medici. One of Sicily’s godfathers and the Don of the Medici family.”

After hearing my words, she shifts her eyes to Medici.

After a while, she gently lowered her head and opened her mouth.

“The one who worships God. My name is Michaela.”

“And he’s the 0th Knight Commander of the Holy Knights of the Holy Vatican Empire.”

“what?”

The Medici who listened to my story and asked back as if he had heard it wrong.

“It is as you have heard. You are the knight commander. now… … Even though you are my escort. Come on, sister, let’s go.”

Saying that, I passed the chapel and sat down next to him.

It’s a roughly expected situation that I’m trying to create an atmosphere that will scare me by arranging the surroundings and people… … .

‘You guys would never have expected it.’

Who would dare to expect that he would bring the Vatican Empire’s Knight Commander as an escort?

If something happens here, the absolute disadvantage is the Medici side.

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No matter how many of them they were, they wouldn’t be able to lay their hands on a person with a position in the Vatican.

“hahahaha. That sister is the captain of the knights. You are very farm.”

“Then would I cheat with the one who carried the cross? Sister must have come to that place with a glorious heart. Please don’t disparage me. Don Medici.”

Since she hadn’t revealed herself yet, the Medici seemed to somehow assume that it wouldn’t be, but I naturally weave her honor and truth, forcing herself to admit it.

“… … My title of Grand Master of the Templars was personally appointed by the Holy Father. I don’t think it’s right to be suspicious.”

And, after all, she thinks that she and the Pope’s honor are at stake, and finally speaks properly.

This made me look like this in the eyes of the Medici family here.

‘Heir to the Carlione family that moves with the Vatican.’

And to Michaela, this is how I look.

‘Carlione Jr. plotting something with the Medici family.’

──Indeed, it was a perfectly advantageous situation for me.

A smile comes out of your mouth.

“Okay then, let’s talk like we said. How would you like to go to the confessional?

* * *

[Today’s Carlione Junior Observation Record]

[Confirmation of friendship with Ludvio Marco, who is said to be a national treasure craftsman in Italy. It seems that the workshop has completely changed this time. As expected, he has a lot of money befitting the heir of the Carlione family────

I was about to take In the future, I will be more careful in recording my observations.

I plan to start writing the lyrics for the anthem for an alibi.

For some reason, I think I can do well.]

[Received a reply from the Franciscan priest to observe the PS report form. I have no memory of learning about writing a report, so I will study from today.]