Three days passed quickly...
Vicente's group continued to operate in the two previous taverns, with a few incidents but nothing as severe as Jax and Brody's visit earlier.
As far as the Peters family was concerned, no one, not even Brody, had been looking for trouble with Vicente's people.
They were even watching what those people were doing, but this family was not moving, just waiting to see if Vicente would try to approach the Viscount.
If that happened, it would be a worrying sign for them!
But as long as that didn't happen, they wouldn't do much more than keep an eye on Vice's group.
With sothing so valuable from them in hand, Vicente wouldn't have to worry about any attacks or problems with this family in the short term!
But apart from the people in Vice's group and many of the custors in the taverns he protected, who noticed the increasing peace around them, he and Rory had been working hard the last few days.
They still had more failures than successes in making new deals with businessn in the area they were in, but they had gotten a new establishnt to protect the day before.
With this new deal, the group's "territory" had increased by 50% from last night to this morning!
But it wasn't just the group's area of influence that began to increase!
...
Having made several business attempts in the past few days and plans for the future, Vicente and Rory decided to take a day off today.
After the incident with the Peters family, Vicente's resources left at his house were brought to their headquarters, where he and Rory were at that very mont with their magic pills!
The whole building was in a state of alert, with the n in their positions to defend the property in case of need.
As a group that had already countered about a dozen people in the past few days by avoiding trouble on their territory, trouble could co their way at any ti.
Knowing this, while their leaders tried to improve their forces, the n there quietly held their positions, watching the surroundings of their headquarters, guns pointed at the street.
anwhile, in the main training room in the basent of this building, Vicente and Rory were ditating in two corners of the area.
They were both sitting cross-legged on large cushions, shirtless, with only the clothes on their lower bodies.
A glow of various colors surrounded them as the mana and elents of the environnt focused on them.
Rory was covered in an orange haze, but sothing colorless circled his body as if he were the center of a cyclone.
Where Vice stood, small bluish rays spread through the area while the ground beneath his ditation pillow seed to lt.
The Magic Gems of these two young n glowed brightly as free mana flowed in the air toward their foreheads.
But sothing in their stomachs was also providing them with a lot of energy and different elents.
Enlightennt Pills were made with many minerals and ingredients, things with different elental affinities.
Even if the alchemist behind their production did not have an elental affinity for most elents, these pills could still help in terms of their elents, the one who consud them.
Obviously, such a pill would benefit the most those with the sa elental affinity as the alchemist, but in general, any magician could benefit greatly from consuming such resources.
Vicente felt it now, noticing a chill in his stomach as he felt a stronger connection to his two elents.
While absorbing the essence of the pill he had taken 40 minutes ago, Vice felt sothing strange in his Magic Gem.
It was as if this gem was a vase of water, and he was slowly pouring more water into it.
As he ditated and felt the mana in the air and in the pill diffusing into his being, he felt the 'reserves' of his gem rising and felt more and more the sensation of being satiated.
But he tried to ditate as long as he could, feeling that he could reap better results by taking his ditation to the point where he could no longer bear to continue.
As the 'reserves' in his first magical gem beca more abundant, spell ideas strangely began to pop into Vicente's mind.
'The academy teachers were not wrong. As we beco stronger, our understanding of our own abilities will evolve!' Vicente thought excitedly.
The stronger and more talented one was, the better their understanding of reality and how to manipulate its elents to create fantastic effects would be.
Spells, for example, would naturally arise in the minds of magicians as they beca stronger since spells were nothing more than ways to use one's power.
There were the more complex spells that could only be developed through years of study. Still, there were also many more straightforward spells that a magician would only need to get a little ahead of the 'ga' to be able to think of sothing new.
Vicente realized new ways to use Earth and Lightning as he absorbed the essence of this pill, gaining far more than he had expected in this short ditation session.
But he didn't let that distract him and quickly focused everything he had on raising his magic level as much as possible.
As he did this with Rory in the room, ti passed, and the pointers of the clock soon marked the middle of the afternoon.
At 3 p.m., the flas surrounding Rory's body cald down and he slowly left his ditation state.
When one ditates for several hours, one cannot quickly leave the state of concentration.
It was dangerous to leave the state of concentration rapidly!
ditation was sothing that was absolutely necessary for magicians to beco stronger, but it was also a weakness for such people. During ditation, one could not be disturbed and could even beco a cripple if one lost control over the elents and the mana penetrating one's being.
In simple terms, think of ditation as the process of filling a bucket with water. However, while water contains 'n' different kinds of substances, the bucket in question could not contain all of these substances, only a small part of them.
The bucket was the magical nature of these beings, while the substances were the elents.
During ditation, one would do the process that, in the case of filling the bucket with water, would be done through a sieve that would only allow what was compatible with it to remain in the bucket.
If you lose control of this selection, unfamiliar elents, sotis even contrary to your affinities, could 'stick' to your essence and cause 'n' different problems.
Because of this complexity, leaving the state of concentration was sothing that had to be done calmly.
But after 2 minutes since the flas around his body had died down, Rory finally opened his eyes, satisfied with the results of his hours of hard work absorbing the essence of this pill.
But when he looked at Vicente, Rory's expression suddenly changed as he saw sothing he wasn't expecting.
"What? How is that possible?"
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