Chapter 38: Extra Pay Required

"Kagayama!"

Looking at Kagayama lying unconscious on the ground, Piyado’s body trembled—not because he cared about Kagayama’s life or death, but because he had already seen his own future reflected in him.

"Stop! I surrender!"

As Mo En clenched his fist and advanced with a sinister grin, Piyado collapsed to his knees with a loud “thud.”

Watching Piyado prostrate himself at his feet, Mo En’s eyes filled with revulsion—this kind of man deserved not an ounce of his respect.

It’s fine if a man is soft in other ways, but once his bones turn soft, he ceases to be a man at all—he becomes less than a pig or dog. Once Itachi kneel before death, it’s nearly impossible to rise again.

"Boom!"

Mo En kicked out, sending Piyado flying—he felt not a shred of sympathy for these dark guild members; each of them might well have blood on their hands, young as they were, possibly already murderers without number.

In this world of magic, it’s no child’s game. A group of people wielding power far beyond ordinary humans, when they turn evil, can cause terrifying destruction—ordinary people have no chance to resist.

The only ones who can stand against these evil dark guilds are the official mage guilds; the two sides are true mortal enemies.

The mages of powerful official guilds are welcomed and respected wherever they go, precisely because they bear the responsibility of fighting dark guilds and protecting civilians—they are true guardian gods of the common folk.

"Will Itachi come out on your own, or shall I drag Itachi out?"

After kicking Piyado away and knocking him unconscious, Mo En didn’t stop—he spoke to the wall before him.

Mo En was talking to a wall as if to himself; anyone seeing it would think he was mad. But Mo En knew there was another man hiding inside that wall.

Magic in the world of Eslanden is incredibly diverse—like a thousand flowers blooming. There are magic users who control whips, shadows, and even ones like this man who can pass through walls.

"Hum!"

As Mo En spoke, a surge of magical energy rippled across the wall.

"Boom!"

Mo En swung his fist, smashing a hole through the wall, then changed his fist into a claw and seized the man’s nape from the other side.

"Don’t move, or I’ll snap your neck."

Mo En smiled as he spoke—the man, a fat man with his neck gripped, froze in terror, not daring to stir.

"Boom!"

Mo En pulled hard, yanking the fat man through the hole into his side—naturally, the breach in the wall widened further.

"Who are Itachi lot? Some low-level thugs? Sure, Itachi’re unknown names, but Itachi’re pathetically weak."

Mo En tossed the fat man onto the ground and sneered—fighting was over, but he hadn’t even gotten warmed up; these guys had already fallen before he’d truly exerted himself.

"With power like this, Itachi dare trouble the mages of Fairy Tail? Do Itachi think so little of me?"

Mo En ran his “hair-gel hand” through his hair, tidying his style, then turned to the only one still conscious—the fat man.

When facing enemies, the usually kind Mo En became an entirely different man—his eyes narrowed, his lips curled upward, his expression dark and menacing, a strand of hair hanging over his forehead, swaying slightly.

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The fat man dared not speak. Seeing his comrades lying unconscious on the ground, he was utterly terrified.

If anything, the fat man had actually had a chance to flee during the chaos.

But paralyzed by fear, he hadn’t dared to move inside the wall.

He didn’t dare launch a surprise attack, nor could he bring himself to run away—and so Mo En simply dragged him out.

"Who hired Itachi?"

Mo En bent down, looking at the trembling fat man, and spoke slowly.

"I-I-I-I-it’s Mr. Haros!"

The fat man didn’t hesitate—he immediately betrayed his client, showing not a trace of professional ethics!

Dark guilds deal in murder and plunder; logically, they should value client confidentiality even more. A dark guild without reputation can’t survive in the underworld—clients can simply choose another.

Of course, few people trust dark guilds at all; those who hire them are usually “gloves.”

"Mr. Haros? Never heard of him."

Mo En had no recollection of the name—he clearly wasn’t the target. This must be an enemy of his client, Deno. Good. Deno should pay extra; the man never mentioned such risks might arise.

This situation was clearly the client’s responsibility.

The responsibility was easy to assign: if Mo En himself had made a mistake—say, revealed his identity and drawn unwanted attention—he’d bear full blame.

But now, Mo En had done nothing wrong, yet was still targeted—someone had specifically hired these thugs to ambush him. Clearly, this was aimed at the client’s job. No doubt: full responsibility lies with the client.

Picking up the black rope, Mo En wrapped it tightly around all four men, binding them into a single “fat ball.”

Mo En pulled the rope in front, dragging the “fat ball” behind him as it rolled laboriously—this bizarre sight naturally drew attention, even catching the notice of city guards.

It was the Drama Festival, after all—Ognibas was a den of all kinds of oddballs; the guards had it rough.

Mo En explained all along the way, and eventually succeeded in dragging the “fat ball” to Deno’s doorstep. Deno’s butler stepped out to greet him—and was startled by the “fat ball.”

"M-Mr. Mo En, I’ll inform Mr. Deno."

The butler stammered, scrambling back into the main house, clearly terrified—he’d never seen anything like this.

The butler wondered internally: when had Mr. Deno taken up human trafficking? Was it really wise to do it so openly? Would reporting it bring a generous reward?

But the butler didn’t dwell long—because Deno himself, who had followed him into the courtyard, stared at the scene with the same bewildered expression, clearly unaware of what had happened.

"Mr. Deno, I regret to inform Itachi of bad news—this job will require extra payment. Itachi didn’t disclose certain details. Itachi never told me someone would ambush me at the station."

Looking at Deno, equally bewildered as the butler, Mo En grinned and revealed the name of Mr. Haros.

Upon hearing the name “Mr. Haros,” Deno’s bewilderment instantly turned to sudden understanding.

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