Shaman System
Sicily

“T-but Wine here steady loh mr Zul!” Reynaldi tried to persuade me to keep ordering the liquor. However, seeing my silent reaction, he then said, “Alright ... Acong, have the Bar Maid bring us Gayo snacks and coffee!”

“Good Boss!” said Level 80 Hunter in a black suit, he was not like a member of the mafia; instead more visible as an office employee only.

I saw Vrey embracing Sicily in front of us. The beautiful woman kept crying and asking for help to be released, but no one cared, including Bar Elja— visitorsso I came to the conclusion, that this kind of incident was common, he said, so no one moved his conscience to help the poor woman.

“Reynaldi! Can you take that woman for me?” I want to see if the very famous Mafia Eagle East, brave against Vrey or maybe Vrey is still Reynaldi's henchman, so saving Sicily is still possible. “It seems I'm interested in him. She is quite beautiful and still innocent,” I said again pretending to act like a bastard*n— like mafia members.

“Hahahaha ..” Reynaldi laughing. “Cause knows Mr. Zul wants to save the woman. However, in the future Mr. Zul must be careful when becoming a Hero of misfortune. Most of those Heroes will lose in the end, even many die on the battlefield—”

“I don't need to be lectured. You know I have a lot of enemies. Well, now you can give me that woman or not. Because I don't like that Vrey!” I interrupted his words.

“Hehehe ... Gua likes the naive demeanor of Mr. Zul and gets straight to the point of it.” Reynaldi smiled again and looked at the Typhoon. “Done them and do not turn off the Vrey first; have him send all his Virtual Screen balance to Mr Zul!”

Typhoon nodded and pressed his smartphone screen, as we were about to enter the room that would be the place of business conversation, suddenly Typhoon passed us along with dozens of men in black suits.

“You're like an overseas mafia only!” I didn't expect Reynaldi to come with such great power to this Bar Elja.

“Hehehe .. as a member of the Mafia, we are the fate of Mr. Zul. At any time the rival party could be eyeing your head.” He laughed cackling. “Let's mr Zul, go inside,” he said again.

It turned out that the room that Reynaldi had rented was a Karaoke room, so I was smitten to show my golden voice.

Without further ado, I sang immediately. However, Reynaldi's eyebrows shot up next to each other; hearing my golden voice that was like a crowing chicken.

“What do you think fat song I sing it, is it cool?”

“The song is, cool Mr. Zul. However, we should rent one of the local artists just sing to entertain us,” he replied bluntly.

“No-no!” My solute. “Count just how much everything is and transfer quickly!” I sent a picture of a hunted monster upstream of the Kapuas River. I didn't bring it out here, because this room is too narrow; it could swallow the fat guy later.

“A lot of times. How about being taken to the slaughterhouse first to separate the items, do not worry I will not cheat,” said Reynaldi could not guess what the sale value of hundreds of monsters.

“Which is good!” I also thought so, because not all parts of the monster's body can be used as magic items, the meat is instead sold to restaurants and restaurants.

The barkeeper then came to bring the food ordered by Reynaldi and I immediately brewed the still warm Gayo coffee.

“Bos and Mr Zul!” The typhoon entered our room carrying a trembling and pale-faced Sicily, perhaps seeing a murder scene committed by Reynaldi's subordinates. “All has been cleared. What about this Bar?” ask Typhoon, because Bar Elja automatically has no owner anymore.

“Cover up the evidence and appoint a competent person to manage this Elja Bar. One more thing, because Mr. Zul does not like the dark world. From now on, for employees who want to get out of Bar Elja; the door is wide open and compensate a hundred million for their supplies. Make an announcement of a criminal action that includes drug consumption and trafficking of women banned from this time.”

“Good and advice from me; limit the amount of liquor consumption, so that they do not come out drunk and harm the community.”

I gave input. However, Reynaldi's face instantly changed, as it would affect Bar Elja's business. People coming to the Bar are mostly drunk, but when restricted then they would prefer another Bar.

“Ya, including that!” Reynaldi was forced to agree to my proposal.

The typhoon then closed the door of the room and left me, Reynaldi and Sicily who were still standing with frightened faces.

Reynaldi glanced at Sicily and smiled flirtatiously, “Lo want to serve the cave or Shaman Zul? Please select!” candelessly.

I frowned, as quickly the Sicilian directly sitting next to me made Reynaldi laugh in a chuckle.

Yeah, well, anyone would have picked me, because my face is so much better looking than Reynaldi's, even though my body isn't as plaid as a macho male advertising poster.

“Can you sing Sicily?” I immediately gave her the microphone. “Take it easy, I'm not like Vrey and him!” I pointed at Reynaldi's face.

“Ah, Cave of good people, really. Tomorrow-tomorrow if you need help, just find the cave.” Reynaldi smiled broadly.

“Don't come to him. Anyway stay away from the Mafia and be careful when borrowing money, check first whether it has a good track record or not.” I give advice to the Sicilian whose hands are shaking holding the microphone, even his voice is hoarse while singing.

Reynaldi only laughed cackling as a coachman, because there could be no good mafia. They work according to the benefits they get and if someday the cooperation is no longer beneficial to them; that's when you will be dumped.

***

“Well, it doesn't feel like it's almost ten in the evening and Sicily seems to be tired of singing. How do we just dissolve this fat meeting?” I'm tired of hearing the story.

“Alright Mr. Zul. I'll be waiting for you at Raja Ampat tomorrow. Just prepare what equipment will mister Zul bring,” said Reynaldi invite me to defeat the Monster Boss Level 100 and he glanced at Sicily, “How about you go home with the cave alone, just, my apartment is not far from here, you know,” rayunya— his original nature began to look, because since then he has always noticed the body of Sicilian makeup that includes a very nice and beautiful face.

“A-I will go home with Shaman Zul,” he said quickly and hold tightly to my hand. “M-sorry boss sir ... and please don't call me tomorrow-tomorrow." He was scared, let alone that I gave him a warning not to deal with the Mafia.

“Ah, beautiful lady is too negative-minded. Yes, right sir Zul—”

“Please forget Sicily, fat. I'll exchange contact with him, if there's anything to him means you don't appreciate me as your business partner!” I interrupted his words. Because I already know the side of his mind that will not release the target that has been locked. It is very difficult to get out well when dealing with the mafia.

Reynaldi smiled wryly. “Well then, let's just say we never met. Regarding your debt to Finance managed by the Black Celeng Mafia will be abolished,” said Reynaldi greeted me and came out first.