Became the Mafia of the Academy

A workshop street located on one side of the center of Palermo.

Among them, when I opened the oldest and oldest door and entered, the dark interior came into view with a creaking sound.

“Collock-collock- It’s been a while since I’ve been here, so it’s a mess.”

Stirring the dust with his hands, Ludvio entered the room and turned on the light first, then looked around the studio.

Tools and upholstery that are already broken or rusted.

He let out a deep sigh and bowed his head.

“… … This, I don’t know where to start.”

In fact, it was hard to even call this place a workspace anymore.

“It’s too harsh… … No, if the studio was seized, shouldn’t it have been managed at least?”

At this, Elena muttered as she collected the fragments and tools that fell on the floor one by one.

Looking at the current situation, I couldn’t help but feel sad.

‘… … I think this will take a little bit of work.’

As it was a situation where I had to work on my own work, not someone else’s work, I couldn’t leave it as it was.

“Maestro. Could you please wait a moment? Elena, you hurt your hand too, so stop picking it up.”

Just take out your phone and dial one of the numbers in your contact list.

brief phone call.

-… … Yes. hello.

A much more subdued voice than usual.

Then, it suddenly occurred to me that Italy’s time is 8 hours behind Korea’s.

… … Because it is evening now. Is it dawn in Korea?

“Sorry for calling you this morning. It is urgent.”

-it’s okay. Because it wasn’t long before I went to bed. Sleep, you can sleep again.

Are you still considering my position? Haru’s voice over the phone is getting clearer.

– It’s an urgent matter. What are you doing?

“I need things to use in the workshop in Sicily. Is it possible?”

-… … Do you speak Sicilian? Fortunately, in Sicily, there is a business partner that I am also in contact with.

also a day. It doesn’t disappoint my expectations.

“I’ll call you the address and the things you need. Don’t mind the price, just ask for the best ones.”

Then, he called me the address of the store and the items I needed right away.

-yes. Verification completed. I’ll try my hand to make sure the item arrives sometime today.

“I’m always thankful.”

– I just did what I had to do.

After a brief greeting, hang up and immediately call the next number.

-yes. young master. It’s a latte.

“What are you doing.”

-Are you working?

“Help me with my work here.

-uh… … now?

“You don’t have to come by yourself. Send a few people to the Sicilian Headquarters as surplus troops. I have a place to clean.”

A moment of silence at my words.

After a while. Latte’s serious voice was heard.

-Can we arm everyone with heavy weapons and send them?

“what?”

-yes?

Oh, I see.

now this guy He must have interpreted the word ‘clean’ in a different way.

“… … Not that cleaning, really cleaning the building. It’s a little dirty here, so we need some people.”

-Ah, is that cleaning? OK, then I’ll talk to Don here so I can send some. What’s your address?

He also gives her the address of this place.

Oh, the money here must have been where Uncle Milano lived, right?

“If Uncle Milan says anything, just say it’s my request.”

-yes. Has confirmed. I’ll check it out and contact you!

“okay.”

This is all that can be done right now.

When I put my phone down and looked up, I could see Ludvio and Elena staring at me.

“… … ?”

Wondering what they were looking at, Elena opened her mouth first.

“… … Heir to the mafia boss. I forgot for a moment that you are Carlione’s heir.”

ah. Was it like that

But it seems that Ludbio was looking at me for a different reason.

“No, it was enough to get the studio back, but this is… … It should have been borrowed from another workshop… … .”

It seemed that he felt that he was indebted to me for giving me excessive service.

Hmm, for me it’s fine because it doesn’t cost that much.

“If that’s the case, don’t worry. After all, they are the items I need to make my stuff the best it can be. If you like it… … Wouldn’t it be great if you could really make the best work in your life as a maestro?”

If you can get the favor of a maestro-level craftsman and the world’s strongest shoes by spending just a few pennies, how can you say it’s a loss?

“… … I will make sure to create a work that exceeds your expectations!”

Even the craftsmanship was raised like that, so it was truly the best choice.

“Someone else will come to do the cleaning, so let’s go out and have dinner. Elena, can you recommend a nearby restaurant?”

“ah! If that’s the case, I’m confident! Come on. I’ll take you to the best food in Sicily!”

* * *

The place where Elena arrived was a restaurant with the Italian word ‘Anna’s Kitchen’ written on it.

“… … here is.”

“This is my mother’s restaurant. Come on, come inside.”

… … Is this the best restaurant in Sicily?

“Chuck. Anna’s food is definitely the best. Come on, let’s go in.”

Judging from Ludbio’s reaction, it seems that he didn’t just bring him into the business… … Are you okay?

“mother. I’m here!”

We all entered the restaurant together, led by Elena who entered with a lively voice.

“You were late for dinner. Where the hell… … Oh my, Marco?”

“Anna. Long time no see.”

“It’s been a while! To come down to the village with Elena. What happened?”

Seeing him, she said something unexpected, then asked while wiping her hands on her apron.

Ludvio answered with a chuckle.

“I was just playing, so I have to go back to work. Things have been going well lately.”

Anna smiled brightly as if she was happy with his answer, and grabbed both of Ludio’s hands.

“I’m so glad. Marco is a great person, so you’ll be fine soon. By the way, are you here for dinner?”

“hmm. I ask you to eat what you always eat.”

“then… … Who is this handsome young man next to you?”

She said that and looked at me. Certainly, his features were very similar to Elena’s.

“I would like the same, please.”

“yes. Can you make it soon?”

“mother. me too!”

“You come and help me cook, b*tch!”

“Ah, Mom!”

Ludvio laughs when he sees Elena being led to the kitchen by Anna’s hand.

“There Anna, Elena’s parents, kept this old man from starving all this time.”

“That, too, must be proof that the Maestro has done many good deeds before.”

Probably because most of the villagers didn’t starve to death thanks to Ludbio.

“Thank you for saying that. By the way, have you decided where to stay today?”

“ah. yes. For now, I booked a hotel in downtown Palermo.”

“okay? Good luck. This old man’s house was all broken down and torn down, so I was really sorry to put him to sleep. hahahaha!”

To be precise, I reserved a hotel because I had a lot of things to do alone, but for now, I smiled at his words.

after a while

“You have waited so long!”

Elena, who brought a large tray full of food from the kitchen, began to set it down on the table.

“The two Alla Normas you ordered are here! ah. Caponata is service!”

What was placed in front of us was a red stew made with two pastas and eggplant as the main ingredients.

And she sits in an empty seat and naturally picks up a fork and spoon.

“They said that caponata is a service. It’s what you brought to eat. ha ha ha!”

“I was hungry too… … It’s been a while since I moved a lot.”

Elena smiled shyly and bowed her head.

In response, Ludbio also quietly bowed his head and seemed to be meditating.

Pre-dinner prayer. It was a fairly common sight here.

What are the two of them praying for? If there’s one thing that’s for sure… … .

‘Please make sure the shoes are pulled properly this time.’

Of these, I was most desperate.

* * *

After a meal and a simple chat, I returned to the dorm, took a light shower, and opened the laptop I had brought from Korea.

From nob le mt l dot com

No matter how foreign he is, he is the president of the silver club and the general manager of the club support project.

It was my fate that I couldn’t rest properly even if I wanted to.

All he was doing was checking reports and lowering the economy.

at that time.

[Latte: Master?]

[Latte: Master?]

[Latte: Master?]

[Latte: Master?]

Suddenly, the messenger on my laptop started vibrating like crazy.

[Me: Why. Are you done cleaning?]

When the cleaning is finished, they’ll just call you to say it’s over. He suddenly called me like crazy?

[Latte: Yes?]

[Latte: Oh. The cleaning was over.]

[Latte: That’s not the problem now.]

huh?

[Me: Distant Sol.]

[Latte: Oh, yes. This is the information I just obtained from the Italian intelligence department.]

[Latte: To the place where the young master is now–]

-smart.

Just then, a knock was heard from outside the door.

“… … Who are you at this hour?”

I cover the laptop I’ve been looking at for a while, get up from my seat, and stretch.

I am currently in a suite in a 4-star hotel in Sicily. Not only could no one come, but I certainly didn’t remember ordering room service.

“who are you.”

I slowly approach the door and look outside through the binoculars. But outside I can’t see anything.

“… … what?”

Surely something knocked on the door? The moment I tried to turn my body again with the thought.

-smart.

There was a knock at the door again. Also, I wasn’t wrong.

“No way, is this a door knock right now?”

Knock knock.

If you are a young Korean male who knocks on the door and bounces, it is a joke that you have played at least once while traveling.

no wait. Are you kidding around here in the first place?

Feeling unusual, I took out [Al Capone’s Tommy] from the cube and quietly approached the door.

As much as possible, pretending to be human and suppressing the sound of footsteps, clung to the door and waited for the right time.

When the signal comes again, I’m preparing to go out and quietly holding my breath.

-smart.

now!

bang! After making a noise, I opened the door with all my might, and shouted while pointing Thompson in front.

“What kid dares——”

──Boom!

“Ugh!”

I felt a short vibration from the hand holding the doorknob along with the sound of something hitting the door.

“huh?”

Something pure white collapsed in front of me.

Wanting to know what this is, I stared blankly at the fallen man.

“what?”

She had white hair that would almost touch the floor if she were standing, and a pure white outfit reminiscent of a nun’s uniform.

I wonder if it would be like this if I made a white person into a person, but I feel strange at the harmless appearance, but my eyes go to the toxic red forehead.

Could it be that this person has been knocking all this time?

The reason I couldn’t see through the binocular on the door was because I was short?

“under… … What should I do with this?”

A disaster caused by doubts and mistakes. The moment I was thinking about how to deal with this situation.

“huh?”

For some reason. A golden cross hung around her neck caught my eye.

wait for a sec. That necklace must be… … .

“The Vatican?”

At the same time, cold sweat felt on the back and forehead.

Something. committed it