Chapter XIV. Resolutions

　　The mob hitman who kicked in the door of Lucien's house saw no reaction from inside, so he rushed in to take a look, then exited and said to the leader with the plain, unimpressive face, "Brother Jackson, no one's inside, things are neat." 　　With a smile that made him approachable, Jackson said, "Wasted a lot of time trying to trick the kid out of old Koen, thought I'd be late to the party, huh, Margo and Andre are dumb and trashy, but at least they're still a little useful." 　　The gangster thugs around him, hearing him mention Mag and Andre, immediately remembered Mag's miserable condition of covering his lower body and wailing, and couldn't help but have a feeling of the wind blowing through their pants, while Andre, who stood at the forefront, silently rejoiced that if that kid had run off with his stuff and money, his own end would have been very miserable, but, of course, certainly much better than Mag, who had been asserted by the doctor that he would need to lie in bed for a week. 　　"Andre you go in and look for anything strange." Jackson instructed. 　　Andre was just the time to show credit and without half a second's hesitation walked in. 　　After a few minutes, Andre came out with an odd face holding quite a few bits and pieces, "Brother Jackson, this kid's box has a lot of 'junk' in it." 　　Lucien bemoaned a little in his heart, these were things that hadn't had time to do the processing yet, the first time he saw them, he would surely associate them directly with garbage, if he then knew that he had sold goods in the market area in the past few days, then as long as he had the intelligence of a normal person, he should be able to think of a way for himself to get rich. 　　Moreover, he was alone, and afraid of being discovered, every time he brought back not many items, he could only earn some insignificant copper fee, but if the Aaron Gang controlled the garbage heap by the river, with their manpower and familiarity and mastery of the market area, it might be a "doorway" to earn a lot of money, and in that case, they would definitely not give up. They will definitely not give up, so they will have to look for other ways to make money. 　　Jackson glanced at the garbage held by Andre, shook his head and skimmed his lips: "I think I know where he got the copper, hey, the church every three days to deal with it, so that we have never thought that the garbage by the Belém River will be hidden inside the 'treasure'. The garbage from the palace, the noble district, the manor outside the city, the musician's association, the blacksmith's guild, the mercenary's union, and other places can all be concentrated by the Belen River. Oh, the trash in the eyes of the nobles may not really be trash." 　　In fact, after knowing from Andre and Mag's mouth that Lucien had once sent the musicians' guild's garbage outside of the city, Jackson had a suspicion in this regard, and now it was merely confirmed. 　　After delivering this sentiment, Jackson smiled amiably: ''Thanks to Lucien, let's have another path that glitters with the glamorous light of money, so thank him with our enthusiasm, go and smash all the things inside his house, and keep the copper fel and silver nal you find for yourself, and later on whoever discovers him and fiercely 'thanked ' him, may all come to me for a handsome reward." 　　In Jackson's eyes, Lucien was far from needing to send people to squat, as an organized, disciplined, and genuine gangster, there were many things to be busy with every day, which would waste time and manpower for such a small person. 　　The gangster thugs cheered, if not for the fact that Lucien's house was too small and the number of people it could hold was limited, they were afraid that they would have all rushed in. 　　Clanking and shattering sounds rang out one after another. 　　Lucien, who was hiding not far away, was able to judge based on the sound: "The tiles are broken ...... the table is smashed ...... they are looking for the money I hid ...... "Lucien's fists clenched, gritted his teeth and said in his heart. 　　But Lucien equally understands that more than a dozen gangster beaters are there, and if he goes to stop them, he will only be beaten up severely, or even killed, so even if he is angry, stifled, and furious, he has to forcibly endure it. 　　Without status, without fists, without strength, there is no way to meet these thugs, rogues, scoundrels, scum, and as for the law, from their arrogant behavior, they probably guessed that if they were to be the ones to take the lead, it would be of no use. 　　"That witch would not have been burned to death if she had not gone to the cemetery to steal skeletons." 　　"Since magic still exists, and dark creatures, heretics, and the like still exist, there are likely still places where magic isn't so discriminated against and rejected, I just need to be careful when I learn magic, and when I have the power to protect myself, I'll go and look for a real place to settle down." 　　"The dangers are great, but the rewards are equally great, to be rich and enjoy, how can one go smoothly and not take a little risk? Even in business, don't you have to put up with the exploitation of the nobles and gangsters, as well as the competition from your rivals, and if you're not careful, you'll go bankrupt or even die." 　　Many, many thoughts that were usually suppressed in Lucien's heart finally broke through the cage and echoed in his mind, like the devil's temptation, making him all but fail to consider why the witch would even come to Alto, assuming that there was really a place where one could safely learn magic. 　　Countless thoughts, countless desires, intersected in Lucien's heart, but before he could make up his mind, he suddenly heard Great Aunt Elisa's voice: "What are you damned villains doing?!" 　　The clothes that needed to be cleaned by the Textile Guild were not collected until ten o'clock, and after arranging for Irvine to go pick mushrooms outside the city, Elisa hadn't even left the house when she heard the sound of smashing things. 　　She took a long wooden spoon and waved it around, heading towards the Aaron mob to try and stop them from destroying Lucian's hut. 　　"Get her aside." Jackson said, pointing at Alyssa. 　　The two thugs who hadn't been able to get into the house to get a handful scurried out, rolled up their sleeves, and moved viciously toward Aunt Alisa, trying to set her aside. 　　However, they underestimated Great Aunt Alyssa's strength, and the hand that could rival a bear's paw attack swung the spoon, and with one heavy blow, staggered the mob hitter who had stepped forward, screaming in pain. 　　Jackson looked around with his eyes, and immediately two more beaters followed. 　　Although Alyssa was strong and intimidating with her wide, heavy frame, the ones across the street were fighters who made their living with their fists, and after a few hard blocks that avoided the vitals, they knocked her spoon to the ground. 　　A heavy punch, to Alisa's shoulder, even with the fat dampening, still made her yelp in pain, but she didn't flinch, and remained forward, yelling, "Stop it, you guys, the sheriff's coming soon." 　　Not far away behind the wall, Lucien, after seeing Aunt Elisa being beaten up, finally couldn't help but curse himself, "Still not a man?!" 　　Although he had only "known" her for a few days, his feelings towards Auntie Elisa and Uncle Joel were not too strong, but at this moment, Auntie Elisa was beaten up in order to stop others from destroying her cottage, while he himself hid and didn't dare to come out, which was really something that he couldn't accept. 　　Therefore, Lucien clenched his fists, swept a glance at the front of the hut, fiercely threw his head and cursed, "Fuck!" 　　Then he stormed out, aiming at Jackson, who was the only one left at his side! 　　Stomping and staring, Lucien, who wasn't far from the hut, rushed near Jackson in just a few steps, then pounced on him. 　　It was then that Jackson reacted, his face showing surprise as he twisted his head to look this way, but he was too late to make any other move, as Lucien slammed into him so hard that he knocked him to the ground, and the two of them twisted and fought together. 　　Lucien made a concerted effort to use his body, his left hand, to keep Jackson's hands from pulling any daggers that might be on him, while his right hand made a desperate attempt to reach for Jackson's throat, so that if he could just get a hold of it and restrain him, he could bring the situation under control for the time being. 　　But Jackson's ability to become the leader of Aaron's gang didn't just rely on acumen and ruthlessness, he used to come from a fighter's background as well, so he had a lot of experience, and while he used the momentum to roll around and not give Lucien a chance to pinch his own throat, his pinned down hand used his elbow to move slightly, striking Lucien's ribs in quick succession. 　　There was no room to move, and the elbow strikes didn't have much power, but the ribs themselves are relatively sensitive and fragile places, and under Jackson's frequent strikes, Lucien was baring his teeth in pain, but Lucien, who had endured Gary's strikes, knew that he couldn't panic at this time, and had to hold on, so he forced himself to endure the pain, and his right hand finally touched Jackson's throat. 　　Just when Lucien was about to pinch it hard, his right rib cage hurt, and his whole body flew up and fell heavily to the ground. 　　Relying on his rich experience, Jackson finally supported until the gangster beaters around him rushed over and kicked Lucien to the side. 　　And the thugs inside the house, the thugs who had stopped Alyssa each had someone running to them by this time. 　　Lucien just wanted to stand up, the toes and fists were raining down, so that he had no way to resist, he could only calmly hold his head, rolled up into a shrimp-like shape, protecting his vitals, and leaving the rest of the place to be beaten up by the gangster fighters. 　　Being beaten on the ground rolling around, drilling pain into the head, but Lucien still maintained the minimum calm and beaten posture, otherwise be kicked to the vital parts of the people like Magu would be called miserable. 　　At this moment, Lucien had a feeling of floating soul, dry heaving and wanting to vomit, everything around him became trance, the sound was noisy, like a shaky movie like unreal, Aunt Elisa's cries were far away as if they were coming from another world: "You guys let go of him ...... " 　　The determination that he didn't have time to make just now, under such circumstances, Lucien finally made up his mind, "Must master inhuman, transcendent power, even if it's magic!" 　　"Even if I have to borrow loans from loan sharks, I have to gather enough money to learn words in a short period of time!" 　　Jackson looked at the beaten and rolled around Lucien, moved his arm that was a little sore from being crushed just now, went up and kicked it hard twice, then said to his beaters, "Alright, that's it, the lesson is enough, this kid has a friend who is an official Knight's Squire of Sir Vine, there's no need to get someone killed." 　　If they had to kill someone for something of this magnitude, and they had to kill the best friend of a certain knight's squire, the Aaron Mob would have killed Alto's blood long ago, but in reality, the Aaron Mob was able to stay in control of the city gate area and part of the market area by not going overboard with their actions, otherwise the real controllers of Alto, the nobles, bishops, and priests who possessed terrifying powers would have made them disappear long ago, even though it was rumored that Ronsan -Aaron was inextricably linked to one of the greats was no exception. 　　The fighters stopped, gazing menacingly around Lucien, Jackson looked at Lucien, who had a bloody nose, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and seemed to be dazed, and laughed, "Actually, I appreciate your mind, but boy, you're still too juvenile, en, outside of the city, I hope that you won't be greedy any more, or else it won't just be a beating, and I believe that Mag will be very eager to have a Explore life a bit." 　　The matter of controlling the garbage heap by the river was definitely impossible to hide, so Jackson didn't think of killing anyone. 　　After saying that, Jackson saw Lucien looking at himself with a bloodied face and answered in a hoarse and simple voice, "Good." 　　This gave Jackson a bit of a weird feeling, but he didn't think much about it, and greeted the gangster thugs and left with the items Lucien didn't have time to dispose of, as well as the forty-five Copper Fells that were recovered from his body, with a sense of triumph.