I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 271 The Mafia

Unlike Arthur, Shaar and others chatting here and discussing retirement life, the years are quiet and peaceful, but Britannia is much more chaotic inside.

As Arthur was taken away by Shaar, in the eyes of all classes in this country, Arthur has undoubtedly passed away.

His passing, like lighting a powder keg, detonated the entire Britannia.

The contradictions that this country has accumulated over the past few decades have also been induced because of the loss of Arthur, the ballast stone.

People all over the country broke out in uprisings one after another. Some ambitious military officers also chose to support themselves and want to be warlords, and some nobles who were abroad wanted to take their own territory and become independent.

All of a sudden, chaos broke out, but Arthur had already prepared enough confidence for Mordred to allow him to calm down the chaos in the country in the shortest possible time.

However, his passing also affected many people.

Like the Hart Valentines.

With the passing of Hart, the successor of this family is not very good, but at least it can stabilize the family.

And because Arthur attended Hart's funeral at that time, his existence provided a solid backing for the Valentine family.

But now, that backstop has collapsed.

The Valentine family is not considered noble, they can only be regarded as a relatively large violent organization, even if they will be purged by the new regime later, they will still be the last one.

But with Arthur's death, the rest of the families who had succumbed to the Valentine family because of Arthur's fear also took advantage of the chaos and chose to attack the Valentine family.

The night in Casaris, which had been quiet for many years, became no longer quiet, with the sound of guns and guns one after another, accompanied by shouts of killing.

Under the cover of night, the flames soared into the sky, many houses were burned, and some people fled in panic.

A group of people in black suits walked through the alleyway, all holding guns in their hands, shouting loudly while fighting with another group of people in black suits.

"Surround that villa!"

"Don't let that kid get away!"

The villa they are talking about is the most luxurious house in Casalis, and it is also an industry owned by the Valentine family. People of the Valentine family will choose to escape the summer heat in this house when they are on vacation.

Although they will bring some people with them at this time, it is definitely not as safe as when they were in Sasili. These Mafia forces from other families obviously also grasped this point.

Inside the villa, Connor's mother, Sarah, was nervously packing her things, while 13-year-old Connor stood behind her helplessly.

He is Hart's great-grandson.

Sarah quickly collected some money, then looked at Connor.

"Do you have that with you?"

"what?"

"Something your father gave you!" she said anxiously.

Connor reacted, and quickly pulled the rope hanging around his neck, and pulled out a gold coin made into a necklace from his collar, which was very similar to the gold mark used for trade in the wizarding world.
Seeing that thing, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, and then pulled Connor through the villa.

"Mother, what on earth is this, is it really that important?" Connor couldn't help asking.

"I don't know too well." Sarah said calmly, "It was left by your great-grandfather. It was left to your grandfather. Your grandfather left it to your father. Then, your father left it to you. you.

It's about a secret.

A. The real reason why your great-grandpa was able to go from being an ordinary chef to creating Mafia's Sacilian legend single-handedly. "

"Isn't it because of his ability that Grandpa Great was able to create the Valentine family?" Connor asked suspiciously.

"It's not just because of his ability." Sarah's voice was low, "It's because of a mysterious existence.

Part of the reason why the Malad family attacked us this time was because of this thing. "

She took Connor out of the house to the wall behind the house, handed over the money she collected from the house to Connor, and pointed to the dog hole in the corner.

"Bring these things, get out from here, go to Saxili, and find the rest of the elders in the family, and they will find justice for you."

Connor reacted, and he said eagerly, "Mother!"

"I can't get out of this hole, only you can." Sarah said calmly, "They won't kill me, they want me to threaten you and the Valentine family, so as long as you live, don't be caught by them Hold on, I'll be fine."

Connor seemed to be about to say something, when her mother shouted with an angry face.

"Don't talk nonsense to me! How can you waste so much time? If you waste one more second, we will have one less chance of surviving!"

Connor seemed to be shocked by Sarah's roar, he bit his lip, tears gradually accumulated in his eyes.

However, as the heir of the Valentine family, he also has a decision that ordinary people don't have, so he didn't hesitate any longer.

Instead, he turned around and got out of the dog hole.

Sarah looked at where Connor left, and murmured softly with deep eyes.

"Live on, kid"

Not long after he left, Sarah heard the sound of approaching guns and the sound of the villa's gate being blasted open.

A little chill flashed in her eyes, she lifted her skirt, untied the two firecrackers tied to her legs and feet, took them in her hands, turned her head and walked into the villa.
At the same time, Connor also got out of the dog hole, walked through the narrow alleys of the town, and ran desperately towards the port.

But the group of men in black obviously anticipated Connor's escape from the villa, and there were their people nearby.

When Connor was walking through an alleyway, he ran into the man in black who was cruising around here.

After a short silence, Connor turned his head and ran away almost without any hesitation.

The men in black also reacted and shouted loudly.

"Chasing! Chase!"

"The kid is here, the kid is here!"

"Don't let him run away!"

"Stop him, block him!"

In the surrounding alleys, there were shouts one after another. Connor only felt that there were their people in all directions in the alleyway. He leaned against the wall tightly, not knowing where to escape.

The night shrouded the sky, and the stars and the moon could not be seen, but the soaring flames illuminated the alleyway that should have been invisible.

I don't know if it was because of the flames around him or because of nervousness, but under the reflection of the flames, Connor's head was covered with sweat, and he could clearly hear his heart beating, as if he was about to break through his chest and jump out.

The stench from the sewer spread wantonly in this narrow alleyway.

Like the stench of corpses.

Suddenly, he felt someone approaching from one side, so he hurriedly burrowed into the alley on the other side, but this was a dead end, and a high wall blocked him.

He moved a few boxes and stacked them against the wall, turning over with some difficulty.

But due to lack of strength, he fell heavily to the ground, and his left leg was tingling immediately.

Connor touched his thigh and found that his fingertips were covered with blood. The light from the fire shone on the high wall they had just climbed over, and it was clear that the glass inlaid on the high wall was covered with blood.

A wave of nausea made him dizzy, but he struggled to breathe. He leaned against the wall, seemingly hurting an artery, and the shoe was now full of blood.

But even so, he still stood up hard, dragged his injured foot and walked forward hard, leaving deep red and bright blood on the stone bricks on the ground.

As he moved forward, his breath became weaker and weaker, and finally, he was exhausted and fell to the ground, and the gold coin hanging around his neck fell out of his arms and fell into a pool of blood.

But even though his eyelids were heavy, he was still conscious.

Under his gaze, after the gold coin was stained with blood, it touched something, and it started to melt by itself, forming a puddle of golden liquid.

But then, those liquids gradually formed a thin, golden, invitation-like thing.

Connor tried his best to open his eyes, climbed a few steps forward, and looked at what was written on the invitation.

To be precise, it should be an admission letter.

The above is:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Merlin.

Dear Mr. Connor Valentine: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.Semester is scheduled to start on October 31.Since you belong to a Muggle family, our school will send a specialist to your door at [-]:[-] a.m. the day after you receive the letter. Please wait patiently.

Deputy Headmaster: Sincerely, Tony Stark.

October 31st. Isn't it today?

Connor's mind was spinning, but then, at the end of the alley, a group of men in black obviously found Connor lying on the ground.

There was a little surprise on their faces, and they quickly shouted to the people around them.

"Here he is! We've got him!"

Gritting his teeth, Connor struggled to get up from the ground, and pulled out a firecracker from his waist.

But the next moment, a bullet was shot from not far away, hitting his shoulder, and the blood was surging.

The shot completely knocked Connor to the ground.

The leading man in black was obviously a little angry, and he yelled directly at the people behind him.

"Who told you to shoot!"

Connor fell to the ground, his body was stained red with blood, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. Many images flashed in his mind, that was when he spent time with his parents .

He felt that his life was passing by quickly, entering the final countdown, and he also felt that the men in black not far away were approaching.

In this era, the rifling of muskets has not been fully popularized, at least there are no muskets, so the hit rate is still impressive.

With that shot just now, Connor was absolutely sure that it was aimed at his life.

He didn't think this group of men in black didn't understand that the living self was more useful to them.

So it seems that this group of men in black may not be as simple as the ones sent by the rest of the family.

Inside them, there may be other forces in the Valentine family.

He was the first heir to the Valentine family, and if he died, Hart's direct line would cease to exist.

The family council will be opened within the Valentine family, and the next generation of successors will be selected by voting.

they want to die
Connor, who wanted to understand this, clenched his fist tightly, and the man in black, who was watching in the dark, raised the firecracker in his hand again, aiming at Connor who was lying on the ground.
"Peng!"

With a gunshot, the bullet pierced the night and was about to shoot through Connor's head.

But the next moment.

"Clang~"

The bullet seemed to hit an invisible glass wall. With a crisp sound, the bullet instantly deformed and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the night was shrouded in mist, and the hazy mist gradually diffused.

Connor heard the sound of a wooden walking stick falling to the ground.

Like the morning bell of a church, it rings in everyone's heart.

Some men in black at the back obviously heard this voice, and turned their heads subconsciously, but then a strong sleepiness swept over them.

He didn't even see anyone coming, he just fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

The same was true for the rest of the people. Everyone who turned their heads and tried to see the existence behind them fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.

Connor tried his best to open his cloudy eyes and look forward. A figure in a white robe holding a long staff was walking towards this side through the crowd without haste.

Following his steps, one after another, the men in black fell to the ground, life or death unknown.

But that existence didn't move at all, it just walked forward.

In the silent alleyway, there was nothing but the footsteps of that being and the muffled sound when it touched the ground with its long staff.

When the existence of that white robe came to him.

He also completely lost consciousness.
Xiaya actually knows a lot of hypnotic magic, and he is half of the blood of nightmares, which is undoubtedly more effective for this kind of magic.

However, Xiaya did not use hypnotic magic, but a magic weapon.

He raised his hand silently, and a small cloth bag appeared in his hand, and he was tossing it casually for fun. Hearing the sound of the cloth bag being thrown up and down, there should be some sand in it.

That was one of the three treasures taken away by the Sleeping God.

The aristocrat who imprisoned the Sleeping God lived a relatively prosperous life after that, and even married a young wife who was more than 40 years younger than himself and gave birth to a young son.

But obviously, the age gap makes even if there is a little so-called love between the two, it will disappear completely in the next relationship.

During a quarrel, his concubine took the three magical artifacts away in a fit of anger, and not long after, the old man also died of a serious illness.

The sleeping god was passed on to his son as an inheritance.

The three artifacts were sold by the woman in the market, the helmet flowed into the hands of a wizard, and the sandbag fell into the hands of Shaar after twisting and turning a few hands, while the other gem was in the hands of an ordinary person.

Each of the three magic tools has different abilities. The fine sand in the sleeping sand bag can be sprinkled lightly, which can hypnotize people, and can also change time and space, teleporting to any place you want.

The leader of the Nightmare Order used this sand to stun the members of the Brotherhood.

The dream helmet can lead people to travel in the dream world, while the moonlight ruby ​​has powerful magic and the power to turn dreams into reality.

Among the three treasures, the ruby ​​is the most powerful and dangerous thing, and Sleeping God stuffed the most powerful divine power into it.

If it is abused by others, the disaster it will cause is actually comparable to the deaths and injuries of millions of people caused by the original war of gods.

However, it is impossible for Xiaya to gather all the things in his hands, there is no need for him to be contaminated with these karma.

In fact, before Sleepy God is released, he will also send this sandbag.

He shifted his gaze to Connor on the ground.

There was already a large puddle of blood on his body. The gunshot wound on his shoulder was fine, but the key was the hemorrhage caused by the wound on his thigh cut by glass.

If there is no one to treat his wound, he will definitely die at this moment.

He could even feel that the god of death was slowly approaching nearby.

Shaar stretched out his hand and lifted it up slightly, and Connor's body floated up and stood on the ground.

He looks a bit like Hart, but obviously after getting rich, the wives he finds for the next few generations are all good-looking, at least with better genes.

Even though the boy is only in his teens, he is still handsome and handsome.

He is the descendant of Char's late friend, and he is still a single generation, and Char also has a promise to Hart.

Xiaya obviously couldn't watch him die.

The boy is destined to die here today.

So saving him is not just as simple as treating his injuries, but also weaving a new destiny for him.

So Xiaya is now hesitating what kind of fate he should give.

Is there no special power, but a legendary life like Hart.?

Still, there are some mystical powers.

Shaar looked at the admission notice on the ground.

If there is this, he will inevitably step into the mysterious world after waking up.

Mafia plus supernatural powers?
The microwaves in Shaar's eyes slowly raised his hand and stretched out his index finger towards Connor.

He already has an answer.
(End of this chapter)