Gang Investigator

Mel Carlo was quite surprised by the information he suddenly received.

This world had creatures called Apostles, lucky ones chosen by God, or perhaps unfortunate ones.

"Have you been investigating Apostles all these years?"

"Yes, I've asked some scholars to help me look up related information, but there were no definite clues. Most of the records are 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 cellar, trembling all over. The fear made him unable to pull his hand, which was gripping the short sword, away.

But in Mel Carlo's eyes, the guy was just scaring himself.

"Haha, just kidding. After that person dies, we'll get along well."

"Ha... ha..." Anke wiped away sweat. He thought he was going to die here, but he knew this kid had indeed changed a lot.

He was very abnormal; such insidious schemes were beyond his age.

"I won't interfere with what you do, but if I meet my friend in the future, can you tell him I'm sorry?"

"Ah, didn't he kill many people? Why do you still want to apologize to him? Are you sure I'm an Apostle?"

"Actually, I'm also an orphan. I grew up in the village with that guy. Things are a bit complicated. Simply put, we were framed for theft, but I didn't have the courage to face it with him. He became an Apostle when he was dying." Anke scratched his head, and the terrifying scar on his face didn't seem so scary anymore.

"Alright, you'll cover for me during this time. 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 demands, which he considered very normal.

He had to satisfy his material needs first before he could learn other things. Although he could understand this world directly, the original owner's brain clearly hadn't stored any knowledge of the written language.

"Maybe in a month. I can't promise your requests right now. Even if I take over, my authority will only be in this area. There are many big figures above the gang, and I'm just an insignificant small fry."

"Then let's work hard together, Brother Anke." Mel Carlo turned around and added, "Anyway, that guy is definitely dead."

He guarded against everything behind him, wanting to see if this Scarface had any other ideas. But could his fingers really draw such a terrifying scar?

Judging by Anke's tone, his friend was still a child when he became an Apostle, instantly making a village disappear. That was a bit terrifying.

After all, the game "Kandewen Continent" didn't have a village-destroying function; it was mostly about grinding monsters. However, with a large-scale magic, destroying a village would be easy.

According to Anke, he would have to continue stealing for a while longer before he could make his life more comfortable once he fully controlled this area.

Even if the current boss died, the transfer of power would take time. The eyes above were definitely watching him, as he was the direct beneficiary and the most likely person to frame the gang boss.

If the original small boss just died, and all the beggars under him were freed and stopped paying tribute, then those above would definitely suspect that Anke had used a borrowed knife to kill.

"This is really troublesome," Mel Carlo said, walking towards Akai and the others.

The Chubby quickly asked Mel, "What did Master Anke call you for just now?"

"Nothing much, just that after he becomes the boss, we can live more comfortably. But I guess it'll only be us." Mel Carlo recounted what had happened, but he didn't mention anything about Apostles to them.

"If that's the case, we can become real gang members, and we won't go hungry anymore." The Chubby clenched his fist and jumped up. He had harbored this plan for a long time, but they only had the right to be chosen.

Mel Carlo naturally couldn't fully trust Anke, as they weren't that close. He believed Anke was also wary of him.

However, without this wariness, his situation might be even more difficult. He had originally planned to break ties, but the matter of the wallet was temporarily put aside.

Still, someone would eventually suspect these beggars. He had almost been caught by a Female Guard while stealing, but fortunately, the gang didn't seem to know about this.

Once he was subjected to severe interrogation, he didn't think he could endure it with willpower alone. He might confess.

Time flew by, and a week had passed. During this period, Mel hadn't stolen again, as he needed to dilute his presence.

Following this incident, the atmosphere within the gang wasn't too relaxed. Everyone who possessed the [Theft] skill seemed to have been investigated.

During this time, Mel also realized one thing: the skills in the game could indeed manifest in this world, although the method of learning them was still unclear, and whether there were any limitations was also unknown.

[Theft] was a rogue skill learned at level 1.

The gang boss was dead, but higher-ups had sent people, and Anke's position wouldn't be finalized for a while.

Mel Carlo breathed a sigh of relief. Someone had used their head to quell the anger of the great nobles, and the wallet incident was over.

"Piglets, go out and beg. Watch your hands, don't touch people you shouldn't. The belongings of those big shots aren't that easy to get rid of!" a gang member reprimanded the beggars.

They were the people sent by the gang's upper echelons to thoroughly investigate this matter. Because this incident was suspicious, no matter how they investigated, they couldn't find any traces. They even brought in specialized mages to search for clues, but the evidence seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Anke was the one most suspected. His qualifications were sufficient to be the local boss. After the original boss died, he was the direct successor, but the higher-ups were uneasy about this matter and needed to investigate.

"Hey, Anke, are you still looking for Apostles, you kid?" the gang investigator asked the Scarface with a smile.

However, his smile was more of a mockery. How could something like an Apostle truly exist? It was probably that the village was destroyed by some mage or demon race.

"Yes." Anke didn't refute, merely pointing to the scar on his face.

"Did you do it? You should know my abilities very well. I can restore the truth from the slightest clue." The gang investigator looked calmly at the Scarface.

Although his combat power wasn't strong, his abilities were special, which was why he could mix into the middle ranks of the gang. When something like this happened, he was needed to investigate, and the people around him were professional assassins.

If even a little bit of evidence was found, Anke could die. It was somewhat regrettable to see an old friend of so many years dealt with like this.

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