The young Don moved closer to Chief Zamor, who was happily reunited with his children. A beautiful smile was emitted in both side, the parent and the children embraced each other with pure love no hidden. Although he witnessed something genuine, his mind and body didn't feel anything divine. It was something he never expected that he was starting to act not as an ordinary civilian but a villain in crime.

There's smile have a sweet aroma, I do hope they finally recover from that trauma. Hermes quoted, closing his eyes. The gust of wind passed by, the grass danced as graceful as the faces of all people witnessed the reunion.

The chief noticed the young Don's presence, slowly checked his compresence. He stood up, grabbed his twins behind his waist, cautiously faced him. Despite his friendly approached the chief, his lime eyes were telling not to get too close. He thought he needed to compose or impose. Like, father and children, both had shown him the same result and he began to feel it was his fault. He heaved a sigh, scratching his hair from irritation and shrugged off his emotion.

"Seriously, are we going to stare each other and do nothing?" he calmly spoke, but feel afraid that the Chief might get insulted from his joke.

“Whoever you are, sir. I sincerely thank you for saving my life from your friend. I’d really appreciate what you’ve done,” He said, lowering his head towards Hermes. "I apologize for being too wary against you. It is my first time seeing someone dressed like that."

"Hoo~, then I am deeply pleased to accept your apology. I'm also want to apologize for what my servant did to you earlier." He lowered his head, making the chief to be more comfortable in their conversation. Seeing a young man in a weird outfit but his choice of words was venerable, with a powerful servant behind him, the chief guessed that the person he was talking right now was a noble and honorable person. As the young Don approached them with his hands raised up, the chief gave in and started to believe that the person he faced was worth to trust.

May my appearance won't let myself get killed. This person I'm facing is one of the NPC in the game that is a master of this Village guild. He is more important person on this island than am I and no one is capable to give thoughts and guidelines to the beginners except this man. I must earn his acknowledgment and earn his trust.

“My name is Aljen the merchant from Southern Cimeria Continent. Please don’t be afraid of me, Village Chief. You don’t have to worry. Take a look, I'm unarmed. I don’t bring no harm to your people.” Hermes introduced, offering his right hand to be shaken. Yet, his acquaintanceship was still ungranted.

Chief Zamor looked surprised when Hermes mentioned his position. He hadn’t introduced himself as the village chief yet. He had become even warier but it was suddenly disappeared when his little daughter pulled his sleeves. July whispered him the person in front of them was telling the truth. Chief Zamor looked at his son, nodding in agreement to trust him.

“Well then, looks like my twins are telling me to trust you. Frankly, I don’t want to trust someone dress like that. But considering how my children want me to lower my hostility against you then I have no choice to believe.” Chief Zamor explicitly said to him. His eyes turned normal and began to show a friendly sight.

Thank you, kids. My plan works. Cuteness is the key to this success! The young Don's eyes gracefully glowed in pure happiness. He clapped his hands twice and he continued, “Alright, it seems we settle down. Right?"

The chief replied in a nod. Hermes turned his half face behind, ordering Justin to apologize for what he did. Justin unwillingly to do so, gave in and did what he was ordered.

“Sir, I apologize for the terror I commit. As per the request of my boss, his words are absolute. I have no right to refuse,” the butler said, showing the chief his fake smile.

“R-r-right." the chief was still worried and afraid, starting to reply with wryly smile. "We’re the one to blame. It is not our intention to make war with you two, my men were performing their duty to protect the village. It is our fault to misunderstand your sudden visit. We will make sure it won’t happen again.” the chief approached the butler and offered his hand to be shaken.

The butler was looking at his hand in disgust and his boss knew he was going to kill the man if he didn't make a move again. He rushed to his side and grabbed his hand, shaking in honor.

“We're honored to accept your apology."

The chief was confused. He gave a smile and grabbed his hand too with pleasure. "The honor is mine."

The young Don and the chief removed their hands afterward.

"Is there something we can do? Something that good as our payment for what we’ve done?” the chief made the first word.

“Uh, eh, uh… I don’t know… yet.” the young Don couldn't think anything. "I guess nothing?"

“Hmm, I've got an idea, Mr. Aljen. How about you and your servant come with me to our house? A place to stay for a while. Both of you must be tired from a long journey. Think of this as our repayment. What do you think?” he asked.

The twins nodded thrice in unison. Looking at their pity and cute stare, he couldn’t refuse their father’s offer. Hermes gave in.

Oooh, shit. But whatever, I just need to think of it as a good opportunity to get in inside the village. What the right timing. Justin saw his boss smirked and heard his silent giggle. Inside Justin’s imagination, his eyes showed of evilness that would bring chaos and destruction to the village.

“Oooh, that was the plan, Boss. I will go in the flow as well.” Justin murmured, quietly laughing.

“So, follow me. I will show you the way, Mr. Aljen, and Mr. Justin.” Chief Zamor asked, leading the way to the village.

“Sure, with pleasure. Aah, by the way, Justin. Can you take care of those men, you knocked down earlier? Use the car to bring their bodies to the nearest clinic.” Hermes ordered to Justin.

You know what you need to do.

Reading his boss wanted him to do, he stepped forward and kneeled down. “Yes, boss. As you wish.” After Justin lowered his head, he disappeared in the place together with the injured guards.

“Ubert, can you still walk?” Chief Zamor asked, helping him to stand up.

“Yeah, I can still stand in two feet,” Ubert replied, removing the dust and grass around his body.

“Good, then go to the clinic for now. Get yourself heal for a while. I will bring one of the guests to my house.”

“Yes Chief, I will. You don’t have to say it. Aah, my back.”

It’s your fault from the beginning, Mr. Ubert. If you didn’t shoot us then this mess won’t happen. Hermes thought while following Chief Zamor and the twins to their house.

January 1, 1811

Camelia Family Households, Neue Fiona Village

3:30:12 PM

The young Don was carried by a wagon, sitting on the right side beside the twins and Chief Zamor on the left, holding a baton. He witnessed the beauty of the structure of the concrete wall and its passage there were two guards guarding the gate. They recognized the face of their leader when they checked the passenger. Passing through the gate made the young Don's eyes glowed in excitement and opened his mouth in awe as he saw a lot of people walking in the streets, vendors selling their products whilst the children played with their tricks. There were parasol hanging around the place and some colorful parols in each side of the windows of every store. Whenever they went, the citizens greeted Chief as he mannerly replied them with a raise of his hand, signing his regal reply. It took several pass gate and an hour to arrive at a certain destination. When they arrived in the household of Camelia family, Hermes recalled the memories of the game setting. He remembered the house had some connection to multiple quests which he couldn't describe yet and one of the important key factors in the game for highlighting the flag of his own death.

Within this place, there was a powerful item that will help one of the love targets, Arata Kingsman, in his quest to defeat him. He hadn’t forgotten the moment Arata Kingsman managed to take it successfully and convinced the village chief to commence the rebellion against the Archnemesis family. He wished to grab it before the others take it so he could use it for his own safety but according to the game, you needed at least spent a hundred dollars to get it. Should the special item reach by filthy hand, will make the rate of his death flag to descend.

I just hope it won’t happen before I leave this island. He wiped out his sweat from his face by his handkerchief.

When the door opened, Chief Zamor told his twins to carry their baskets to the garage. The twins followed his orders and went to the area. He then waited for Hermes to enter their home.

“Thanks for having me here,” Hermes said, entering the house. He removed his shoes and put on the slippers offered by Chief Zamor.

They went to the living room and Chief Zamor asked him to sit down in the chair he liked.

“Thanks, I will choose this one then,” Hermes sat down in the small foamed chair near to the wooden table.

“I will make some coffee then. Please wait for a minute.” Chief Zamor moved to the kitchen, leaving him alone in the room.

“Aaah thanks.” Hermes earnestly said.

Hermes looked around while staying in his chair. The living room was still the same as the real-life settings in the real world. As he gazed the beautiful structure and design of the place, his fingers moved like dice as he hummed.

“Here you go. A cup of coffee for you, mister.” Chief Zamor came back, putting down their coffees in the table.

He put one in front of Hermes and the other in his side. He sat down in the opposite. He took a sip of his coffee and started a conversation.

“Don’t worry about the taste. I didn’t add any poison in your cup.” Chief Zamor said, smiling at him while drinking his coffee again.

“Umm… thank you for the coffee, ” he took a sip. As he tasted it, he felt so good, making his eyes opened wide. “This coffee tastes so good. It’s delicious. Fantastic!”

“Haha, I told you. Well the coffee was made from rare bean called Dark Scily Beans that could be only found inside the Dark Scily Forest.”

“Wow, that was amazing. I hope I could bring one in my home too.” Hermes scanned his coffee and took a sip for another time. He was honored to taste something rare that help his mind to relax.

“Well, you may take one of our sacks of Dark Scily Beans in your home if you like.”

“Really?” Hermes’ eyes sparked when he heard the good offer. “Make it two then.”

“Of course, if that’s what you want who am I to refuse.”

“Thank you then, Chief Zamor.”

“Well then,” Chief Zamor put down his cup to the table, sitting crossed legs and put his hands in the top of his left leg. “Let’s start to talk in the real one, mister. How did you know about my position in this village? I didn’t even carelessly spout out in that place my real identity. Who are you then?” His eyes turned back to vigilant state but Hermes returned to his normal pace and looked at Chief Zamor. He then put down his cup to the table slowly and started to reply to his question. He sat down properly with his hands relaxed in both sides of the chair and cross-legged.

“Well you’re name was so popular among the villagers in Neue Fiona, Village Chief. We’re a traveling merchant from Southern Cimeria Desert. Don’t underestimate our data from other fellow members.”

“Ooh, a traveling merchant living in that dangerous desert, no wonder why you’re wearing such an unpleasant mask in your face. I heard a lot from that nation that it was severely hit by sand storms. Hmm… now you know exactly the name of our village, you’re informant was a great person. No one can really know our village name unless they are being trusted by one of our citizens. You may call me Chief Zamor. Everyone calls me like that.”

Right on the track, a good thing, before I moved here, I read a lot of books regarding this world. Also, thanks to the twins leaked out a good intel. This is definitely good in my case then.

“Aah sure, Chief Zamor. If you want me to call you like that then I will respect it then. Well let’s take it aside, now I answered your question. I want to return the favor, may I ask why there are several guards in your borders?” Hermes asked.

“Well, Mr. Aljen. Have you heard the family name of Archnemesis? The family who was using its power and influence to destroy their enemies and make a profit for their own glory.”

Hmm, this is kinda interesting. Chief Zamor is talking the same phrases in the game setting. Wait, isn’t it like I am now stealing the leading quest of the protagonist? Nah, I shouldn’t think too much. Well whatever, let’s hear it for now.

“Yeah, I kinda heard the infamous family of Archnemesis. They were originally a western family came from the Land of Amerigo who just captured the western part of this island from the previous Don hundred years ago. Why did you start to openly asked that question to me. Now that you mention their name, I’m kind of interested to hear the story between this village and the Archnemesis Crime Family.”

“After the Mafia wars between Corleon and Archnemesis, peace across the entire Scily spreaded. However, when the family members except the youngest son died from the war, everything changed. For the last five years, the youngest son named Hermes terrorized the whole village by sending his mercenaries to raid us. Almost half of the population of the village decided to run away and leave this place. But unfortunately, the fugitives were murdered by his orders, henceforth, no one followed their path. I don’t understand why he needs to do those things to his own people. So, we decided to rearm ourselves to prevent it to happen again. We started to trade some materials and made our own rifles and types of equipment to defend ourselves secretly from that kid. This new year, we have almost readied to free ourselves and murdered the new Don of Archnemesis family. But we need someone with great leadership to lead us to victory.”

Oh my goodness, what kind of person you are Hermes Archnemesis? I didn’t expect how cruel this character I possessed right now.

“S-s-so are you guys planning to do it?” Hermes asked, starting to sweat in his face.

“Not exactly, if the young boy changed his way, we won’t do such a thing. This is just a temporary strategy…. ” He stopped, rethinking what he wanted to include. “Hmm…”

“Good then… ” Hermes relieved from what he heard.

“.... We want to ravish that kid and killed him on sight whenever if possible.”

“... Eh?” Hermes was stunned and his eyes opened wide in fear when he heard his resentment.

“We want to execute in front of everyone that sluggish, stupid and mad Don in his mansion. If we have enough manpower, we would go to his mansion and began to siege it. Burn it down until only his bones can be seen in his place. Right now, that’s one of the reasons we started to guard our own boundary to make sure his men won’t be able to go back in this place. Arson, protection rackets, and assassination were now banned in this place. We don’t want to become part of his ideas for his own childish ways. If possible we want to be separate from his turf and became an independent village as I said earlier. We want to convert our village into a town.”

Hermes gulped when he heard it. Shaking for fear, he couldn’t say any words.

Eeeh? Seriously, this is kinda different from what I know in the story.

If that happened it would follow the same route of the story but in an afferent scenario, the Village Chief started a rebellion to make his village an independent place from the Archnemesis while executing him in front of everyone was not part of the storyline. In his case, the world he lived in was still different and there were several parts he didn’t expect to witness. Hermes only recalled that the villagers didn’t hate so much the Archnemesis family and also they didn’t even try to equip themselves. They used some wooden stick and magics to defend themselves when Arata Kingsman appeared in this place.

Hermes couldn’t believe what was he discovered lately. The only person he knew who screwed the whole gaming plot of the world, would be ….

Stump G, what are you planning right now? You’re totally screwing the whole plot of the story.

He bit his finger when he remembered his name.