Chapter 11: Gangster Investigator

Mel Carlo was still quite surprised by the sudden influx of information.

In this world, there existed beings called Apostles—those chosen by the gods, fortunate, or perhaps unfortunate souls.

“Have you been investigating Apostles all these years?”

“Yeah, I asked some Scholars to help me look up related materials, but there weren’t any clear sentences. The records were basically like stories.”

“Do Apostles die of old age?”

“I don’t know.”

Mel Carlo suddenly smiled.

“Actually, I’m an Apostle.”

Anke suddenly felt like he’d fallen into an ice pit, his whole body trembling.

The fear made it so he couldn’t even draw the short sword from his hand.

But to Mel Carlo, this guy was just scaring himself.

“Haha, just kidding.

Once that person dies, let’s get along well.”

“Ha…ha…”

Anke wiped away his sweat.

He thought he was going to die here.

But he knew this kid had really changed a lot.

Extremely abnormal—this kind of cunning and scheming was beyond what someone his age should have.

“Whatever you want to do, I won’t interfere.

But if you ever meet my friend, can you help me apologize to him?”

“Ah, didn’t he kill a lot of people?

Why do you still want to apologize to him?

You’re really sure I’m an Apostle.”

“Actually, I’m an orphan too.

I grew up in the village with that guy.

Things are a bit complicated.

To put it simply, we were falsely accused of stealing something, but I didn’t have the courage to face it with him.

He became an Apostle right before he died.”

Anke scratched his head.

The hideous scar on his face didn’t seem so frightening at the moment.

“Alright, just look after me for a while.

I don’t want to die.

I want to change into cleaner clothes, take a hot bath, and eat and live well.”

Mel Carlo stated his requests, and to him, they were very normal.

You have to satisfy your material needs first before you can learn other things.

As for this world, while he could understand the language directly, the original owner’s mind clearly didn’t store the written words.

“Let’s say after a month.

I can’t promise you yet.

Even if I take over, my power only covers this area.

There are many big figures above the gangs.

I’m just a small fry.”

“Then let’s work hard together, Anke-nii.”

Mel Carlo turned and added,

“Anyway, that guy’s dead meat.”

He remained vigilant of everything behind him.

He also wanted to see if this scarred man had any other thoughts.

But really, could you make such a terrifying scar with just a finger?

Judging by Anke’s tone, his friend was still a child when he became an Apostle, and in an instant, he wiped out a whole village.

That’s pretty terrifying.

After all, there wasn’t a ‘destroy village’ function in the [Kandewen Continent] game, mostly just grinding monsters, but if you cast a big magic spell, destroying a village was still easy.

According to Anke, he’d have to keep Stealing as usual for a while, until Anke completely took control of the area, then he could live more comfortably.

After all, even if the current boss died, the power transition would take time, and the higher-ups’ eyes would surely be watching him.

He was the direct beneficiary, the most likely to be framed for killing the gang boss.

If the original small boss died and the beggar brats under him were suddenly liberated and stopped paying tribute, the higher-ups would definitely suspect Anke of using someone else’s hand to kill.

“Really troublesome stuff.”

Mel Carlo said as he walked toward Akai and the others.

The chubby kid hurriedly asked Mel,

“What did Boss Anke call you over for just now?”

“Nothing much.

He just said once he becomes the boss, we can live a bit better.

But I guess it’s just a few of us.”

Mel Carlo told them what happened earlier.

He didn’t mention anything about Apostles.

“So that means we can become real gang members and won’t go hungry anymore.”

The chubby kid clenched his fist and jumped up.

He’d been planning this for a long time, but they only had the right to be chosen.

Of course, Mel Carlo couldn’t fully trust Anke, since they weren’t that close.

He believed Anke also harbored some fear toward him.

But if not for that wariness, his own situation might have been even worse.

He’d almost torn things apart earlier, but for now, the wallet incident was settled.

Still, someone would eventually suspect these beggar brats.

He’d nearly been caught by the female guard while Stealing, but fortunately, the gang didn’t seem to know about it.

If he were to be tortured, he didn’t think his willpower could hold out—he might just spill everything.

Time passed, and a week went by.

During this time, Mel didn’t Steal again, as he needed to fade his presence.

After such an incident, the atmosphere within the gang was tense.

Everyone with the [Stealing] skill seemed to be under investigation.

During this period, Mel realized something.

Skills from the game could truly appear in this world, though the method of learning them and whether there were restrictions were still unclear.

[Stealing] was a Thief skill learnable at level 1.

The gang boss had died, but the higher-ups sent someone to oversee things.

Anke’s position hadn’t stabilized yet.

Mel Carlo let out a breath of relief.

Someone had calmed the Great Noble’s fury with their life, so the wallet incident was over.

“Brat pigs, get out and beg.

Keep your hands to yourselves and don’t touch things that aren’t yours.

The belongings of those big shots aren’t so easy to swallow!”

A gang member scolded the beggar kids.

They were the upper-level investigators sent to look into the matter, as the case seemed suspicious.

No matter how they checked, they couldn’t find any trace.

They even hired special Magicians to search for clues, but it was as if the thing had vanished into thin air.

The prime suspect at the moment was Anke.

His qualifications were enough to be the area boss.

After the previous boss died, he was the direct successor.

But the higher-ups weren’t at ease, so an investigation was necessary.

“Hey, Anke, are you still searching for Apostles, brat?”

The gang Investigator laughed as he spoke to the scarred man.

But his laughter was more mockery than anything.

How could something like Apostles really exist?

The village was probably destroyed by some Magician or member of the Demon Race.

“Yeah.”

Anke didn’t refute it, just pointed to the scar on his face.

“Did you do it?

You should know my abilities well.

I can restore the truth from any tiny clue.”

The gang Investigator looked calmly at the scarred man.

Though he wasn’t strong in combat, his abilities were special.

That was how he made it to the mid-levels of the gang.

When things like this happened, he was the one sent to investigate.

The people around him were all professional killers.

If any evidence was found, Anke could die.

So many years of old friends, handled just like that—what a pity.

If Anke really did it, he wished Anke had tipped him off beforehand.