He used to see a rapid heterogeneity in the market population in that area, but he did not find it there. That could be a mere illusion due to the low morning movement, or the preference of the less fortunate capital to seek shopping in the morning due to the hourly load of their work throughout the day, however, every detail did not escape Druko's golden eyes.

Now he could see a young woman in the distance with some dirty clothes, carrying a child in her arms on the other side of his sector. As much as he verified that the population passed in front of his focused vision, he did not disengage the concentration of that specific figure. She couldn't be considered an adult and capable of bearing the responsibility for her actions, but she was alone right there, in line to buy food for a baby who appeared to be her own.

Druko's frown was apparent to anyone who dared to look at his tall stature, and he would recognize very well that he was showing a great irritation with what he saw.

One of the people who dared to look at Druko was a young boy, who ran in passing to contemplate the face of a man as big and unique as that one. It didn't take long for Druko to look back to the boy's sight.

In a quick reaction from Druko, he leaned down to hold the boy's arm with extreme firmness and determination, never taking his rigorous gaze from the boy's frightened face.

"My bad! My bad!" the boy struggled with the grip, trying in vain to get rid of that hand that interrupted his trajectory. "I won't come here anymore! I swear!"

Druko didn't say a word, but instead, he dragged the boy over to the balcony of one of his tenants' stalls and pulled out a small wicker basket. Without releasing the child's hand, Druko filled the container with grains, vegetables, pieces of bread, and fruits, covering the opening with a linen fabric. Finally, Druko took possession of the handle, now handing it to the boy.

He, in turn, held it without knowing very well what to understand what it meant, and during that same interval, Druko pulled the boy's other free hand, giving him five silver coins.

Crouching beside the height of the child, Druko pointed to the young woman with the baby in her arms.

"Give this to that woman with the child," Druko looked at the boy as he recognized who was being talked about. "Keep the money."

The boy, uncertain, made a face of doubt at the great verozean he had just met.

"What if I want to keep the basket too?" the boy asked, knowing full well that he could run from there with the content that was checked.

"I would tell your parents," Druko opened his eyes wide and stared deeply at the boy. "I know where you live."

The little child was startled by Druko's face, and without thinking twice, he ran out through the crowd.

It didn't take long for him to reach out and gently pulled at her dress to be announced. From there, he offered the basket with his hands, and soon, the woman received without hesitation, even though she did not know the context of the action.

The little verozean boy quickly left that situation after the execution of the service, leaving the confused young woman in possession of the gift of an unknown figure who continued to watch her.

Druko watched from a distance as she peered under the linen fabric and surprised herself at what she had received.

"You know, Master Druko," a female voice, coming from Druko's back, said in a good tone to him. "Anyone who sees from here, imagine that you are very kind."

A light laugh could be heard next, which did nothing to change Druko's mood.

"Nonsense," Druko replied, without undoing his imposing posture. "My actions aim to equalize the trade balance, Nukaya. Nothing less, nothing more."

"Right, right," Nukaya took a step forward, standing side by side with the one who once sheltered her. "I can't help feeling a little sorry for these people."

"I have no pity," said Druko. "The people of Verozys are weak and have no desire to fight against the oppression imposed on them. I dislike these cattle. But, worse than that, I am more disgusted about those who explore the herd as they wish."

"I... I'm not an expert on the subject..." Nukaya hesitated. "But don't you also explore the herd too?"

Druko now looked with disapproval at Nukaya, while she, frightened, acknowledged that she had crossed the line a bit.

"I guide the masses," Druko spoke firmly and directly to her. "I don't destroy my community."