Lanchi and the Mafia Boss's Encounter

"Something's gone wrong."

Lanchi looked at Viscount Carmel in his hand, slapped his forehead, and suddenly seemed to remember something.

"What are we going to do...?"

He furrowed his brows slightly and muttered to himself.

"What is it?"

Talia's heart lurched. She had no idea what major problem they had overlooked.

Ever since she had started following Lanchi, she had barely needed to think. She didn't even have to worry about things like bringing her keys when she went out. Lanchi would arrange everything for her.

"We left too hastily. We should have brought a twenty-eight-inch rolling suitcase."

Lanchi explained it to Talia.

"...What do we need a rolling suitcase for?"

Talia replied through their mental link, baffled.

"A twenty-eight-inch rolling suitcase would fit an adult male perfectly."

Lanchi looked at Viscount Carmel and gave Talia a lesson.

It would make bringing the goods back more convenient.

"..."

Talia figured that if they weren't in the Empire, she would have called the police.

But she was currently focused on completely knocking this vampire unconscious without using overly powerful magic—unconscious enough that he wouldn't wake for several days unless someone deliberately roused him—so she couldn't be bothered to say anything more to Lanchi.

Vampires were tougher than cockroaches. They were almost impossible to kill, and ordinary Tier 6 people truly found it difficult to defeat such undead creatures.

The clouds in the sky gathered and scattered from time to time, concealing the moon before letting it shine again. In the dark alley, the wind swept across like a blade cutting through the air.

Autumn days were short and nights long. Before they knew it, the night had deepened.

Their vision was as dark as if it had been painted over with ink, making it impossible to see clearly ahead.

However, at