Upon hearing this, Uncle Scar hesitated. "Sir, I don't know about anything illegal, but in the last district, the one we just came from... there's a man called Old Viper. The boss he reports to is said to have a Wizard backing him. Not Lord Carlos, but a different one."
"Is that so?" Murphy asked calmly. "And what about this place?"
Uncle Scar swallowed hard. "There are definitely some here, too! Every district needs a powerful figure who knows Magic standing behind it. Otherwise, a place like this can't survive."
Murphy nodded. "Then take me to them."
Uncle Scar and Ron exchanged a look.
'Go find the local gang boss?'
To people like them, struggling to survive in the muck, who had to shrink back at the mere sight of a patrol guard, these bosses were terrifying figures from another world entirely. They held the power of life and death over a small territory, kept desperadoes on their payroll, and had the backing of an Extraordinary Being.
