Taking the Mafia to the Magic World-Chapter 1006 Cursed Compass

Picking up the item Collins had for him, Vicente readily understood what it was all about.

"A Cursed Compass?" He asked as he looked at the rat-faced fellow.

Collins smiled, showing his perfectly aligned, white teeth. "Indeed. A Cursed Compass."

"How did you get it, master? I thought it would be extremely difficult to get one of them below the 8th stage of cultivation," Vicente said as he hesitated to store such an item in his spatial ring.

He had more than one reason for this. Not only was the item too special for him to accept right away, but it was also something famous for Real Sorcerers, something that supposedly could find elements compatible with rituals.

The problem was that the item in Vicente's hands now only had one classification: Eighth Class!

Something like this could identify materials of the same classification, in other words, materials useful to a Real Sorcerer of the 8th stage.

Vicente had already had two encounters with hell without even using Seventh Class items, so he was hesitant to get Eighth Class resources!

'If I take this with me and find something, I'll be in the difficult situation of abandoning an opportunity or going ahead with something that could take me to hell... Literally.' He thought silently.

Collins answered his pupil. "I spoke to someone who knew someone who knew how to obtain this artifact.

The point is that I have it and no one will come after it. If you use it in your hunt, you will find something and it will only be a matter of understanding for you to become a Real Sorcerer of the 8th stage.

You won't even have to become a Grand Magus for that, Vicente! All you need is the Eighth Class resources and the understanding!"

He himself didn't know if he would reach the 8th stage in the next few centuries, or even in the next millennium. But he had complete confidence that Vicente could achieve it.

Such a method would be the best for him to continue growing in Stonewall, but also to continue growing as a Real Sorcerer!

"Is that really possible?" Vicente doubted it, but he couldn't ignore the possibility of him becoming a Real Sorcerer of the 8th stage.

A Real Sorcerer skilled enough could surpass those up to a few levels higher, even if they didn't have a strong cultivation base.

Some even said that an 8th stage Real Sorcerer was like a newly promoted Sorcerer—a 9th stage being!

Even if he had the risk of opening the Gates of Hell once again, Vicente wouldn't hesitate to take this risk in order to become comparable to a Sorcerer!

Someone like that would be stronger than the leaders of Light Cay!

"It is for you," Collins said with his usual calm. "No one else could do it, but you can. With the right resources, of course. Perhaps a little more power, too, but I foresee you achieving all the requirements if you use the Cursed Compass in your travels."

Vicente was silent for a moment. Collins was a studied and experienced man. This guy had never made absurd claims before and had always been sensible.

On reflection, Vicente went ahead with the proposal.

'So be it. I'll face dangers one way or another. If I can achieve my goals faster this way, it will be better. Less time before I see my family again.' He tightened his fingers around the item, gradually revealing a smile to Collins.

"All right. I'll do my best to gather the Eighth Class materials."

"Excellent!" The rat-man opened his mouth with satisfaction.

"So, when are you leaving? You'll take your faction with you, right?"

"Yes, I'll take them to help me. Anyway, I'm leaving as soon as possible. I'll just fulfill the official requirements and move on."

Collins said, "Be careful with your schedule. You may soon enter the top 10 and by then it will be time for you to become an Inner Disciple or change rank and become an Elder."

"I'm aware. I'll be back in time for my change of position in the sect, master." Vicente had already decided to become an Inner Disciple after this journey.

In fact, he planned to become a Core Disciple within the next few years, before the time to meet Nan. That would be enough for him to do this and also have the freedoms to consider going ahead with his departure from the island.

"Very well. Then go ahead. Good luck on your hunt. May powerful beasts and good pentagrams cross your path."

With Collins' words, Vicente thanked his master once more before setting off to settle the other matters before his departure.

Prisiche helped him fulfill the requirements for his departure on the hunt, as she always did.

Time would pass and soon he would be on his way to the meeting place with Larissa and the others, wondering if enough time had passed for her to have assembled her team.

...

Upon meeting the core of his group, Vicente greeted Bert, Garin and the others, as well as patting the top of the head of the Flaming Lion lying on an enormous bed in the faction's headquarters.

"Are we finally going to hunt down your pentagram, boss?" one man in the group, a 3-Star Magus, asked.

"Yes, the time has come. I want six of you in my group. But don't worry, your focus won't be on fighting, but on assisting me in the hunt." Vicente explained, imagining that some there would be trembling with fear to join him.

Bert sighed when he heard what the faction leader had to say, but Garin was still worried. He didn't want to go back to the damned forest they'd had to leave before because it was too dangerous.

Everyone in the group was stronger now, but he still didn't want to go into the area, even if only to help Vicente.

However, not everyone lets their fears get the better of them. Some were genuinely interested in how Vicente would look with his seventh pentagram!

Besides Larissa, five individuals volunteered to join the group on the journey to Fallsor Bluff.

Vicente thanked his most determined companions for accompanying him, and promised with a smile on his face, "On the way back from the hunt, we'll put that plan into action against the Black Raven Crew."

Hearing the name of one of the island's main outlaw groups brought a gleam to the group's eyes.

"I'll let you divide the spoils we accumulate from this group."

The men and women who would go with him shouted in celebration, while those who hadn't had the courage to join him sighed in defeat.

Given the wealth of the Black Raven Crew, it was clear that the robbery planned by the faction leader would generate many dividends for the group!