As Lucas watched the three men shouting these phrases, he began to carefully observe the scene.

And he saw the young boy with white hair and blue eyes that he had seen earlier, sneaking between passers-by with surprising agility.

This time, he was carrying a canvas bag filled to the brim, and his face was illuminated with a smile.

"Dayvon, look," Lucas whispered, discreetly pointing at the boy with his finger.

"This is the boy I met in front of the waffle maker. "

Dayvon narrowed his eyes, watching the boy with interest.

"He looks like a banal boy, but he is lively and incredibly agile.

And given his clothing style, he seems to be an abandoned child. "

Before Lucas could answer, a new cry sounded in the street.

"Stop him! To the thief! "

The young white-haired boy quickened his step, zigzagging between passers-by with disconcerting speed. Behind him, three angry merchants, each brandishing a stick, tried to catch up with him, but they were clearly less agile than the young boy.

"Is he a thief? Lucas asked, torn between worry and questioning.

"It looks good. These abandoned children in the capital are forced to steal to survive, because they have not all had the opportunity to be taken in homes or orphanages, "says Dayvon, feeling somewhat helpless in the face of the situation.

During their discussion, the boy disappeared into a dark alley, leaving the merchants who were chasing him breathless and furious behind him.

Lucas turned to Dayvon, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Shall we follow him? "

Dayvon, shocked by Lucas' excitement, raised an eyebrow accompanied by a doubtful look.

"You're serious? "

Lucas nodded and, with a smile, said:

"It looks interesting. And also, this boy somehow caught my attention. "

Dayvon sighed and smiled with an amused look.

" Okay, but let's be discreet. We must not get caught. "

Lucas looked at Dayvon with a smile and said:

"Deal concluded. "

They went to the alley where the boy had disappeared.

As it went deeper into the alley, the light of the lanterns hardly penetrated this place, and the atmosphere was silent, contrasting with the hustle and bustle of the main street.

Arriving at the end of the alley, they ended up in a small dark neighborhood, composed of several small houses and dark alleys, illuminated only by the light of the moon.

As they searched for the young boy through the alleys, Lucas and Dayvon heard voices coming from an adjacent alley. Curious, they approached discreetly and saw a group of individuals surrounding and assaulting a person.

Lucas carefully observed the scene and noticed that it was the young boy he was looking for who was being assaulted.

"Look, Dayvon. It's the young boy we're looking for," he whispered, watching Dayvon.

Dayvon narrowed his eyes to see better.

"I'm right, I think we should help him. "

Lucas nodded and said:

"Yes, let's help him. "

Then Dayvon got up slightly and said:

"Stay here, I'll take a closer look. "

Lucas grabbed Dayvon's arm before he could move.

"Wait! Tell me if I can do something. "

Dayvon smiled, impressed by Lucas' courage.

"Okay, let's team up and take care of them," he says, checking Lucas.

Dayvon tells Lucas to sneak behind the group and wait for the signal to take the child and hide with him.

As Lucas discreetly approached the group of individuals, he began to hear their tense exchanges.

"Come on, little one, give us your bag!

Do you think that if you don't give us your bag, you'll get out of it unharmed? "

Despite the threats he received, the young boy, visibly frightened, tightly tightened his bag against him, not wanting to give it up.

As the group prepared to threaten the young boy again, Dayvon suddenly straightened up and began to walk calmly towards the group, hands in the air.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Nice evening, don't you think? "

The men jumped and turned abruptly towards him with a threatening look.

"Who are you? "Scolded one of them.

Dayvon smiled and continued to move towards them with an imperturbable air.

"Just a curious passerby. But I wonder, what were you about to do to this child? He asked in a threatening tone.

One of the men took out a knife and pointed it at Dayvon, with a threatening look.

"It's none of your business.

You'd better leave if you care about your life. "

Then Dayvon removed the hood that covered his face, his hair began to float thanks to the breeze, and he looked at them with a threatening look.

"Do you sure you want to point a knife at me? "

Following his words, the five attackers felt great pressure just by seeing Dayvon and began to have drops of sweat on their foreheads.

"If we confront him, we are dead," whispered one of them with a trembling voice.

But another says while swallowing his saliva:

"We may have a chance if we all attack it at the same time. "

Meanwhile, Lucas silently advanced near the young boy, but as he approached, his foot hit a sharp stone.

"This stone could perhaps help me," he said, picking up the stone on the ground.

Lucas, holding the stone, froze for a moment, thinking about the best way to use it. He took a quick look at Dayvon, who was still facing the five attackers who were preparing to attack him, and noticed that an attacker had stayed behind.

Lucas managed to slip behind the young boy, who was watching the scene suspiciously but always tightening his bag.

Lucas whispered in his ear:

"Don't worry, my brother and I will get you out of there," he told him with a warm smile.

The young boy jumped slightly after noticing Lucas' presence and began to look at him suspiciously.

Lucas began to move forward behind one of the attackers while squatting.

"Stay there, we'll manage everything," he said, looking at the boy over his shoulder with a big smile and his thumb in the air.

The young boy, surprised by the actions of Lucas and Dayvon, began to calm down, his eyes shining with hope when he saw Lucas' smile.

Meanwhile, Dayvon slowly advanced towards the aggressors.

"Do you really want to do this? He asked, his voice resounding with authority.

"Because if you do, I don't guarantee that you will leave unharmed," he said, facing an aggressor.

Then the attacker, visibly nervous, stabbed Dayvon at the neck, but he dodged the blow with disconcerting ease, then grabbed the attacker's arm with extraordinary force and ended up twisting him.

While the knife fell to the ground, the man began to scream in pain.

His four other companions watched him scream in pain and hesitated to attack. While they hesitated, Lucas immediately rushed to the man who was closest to him and quickly planted the sharp stone he was holding in his back, then immediately stepped back to the young boy to protect him.

The other attackers, seeing their colleague screaming in pain, began to tremble, wanting to flee, but before they made a decision, Dayvon rushed towards them holding a knife that he had picked up.

Then the attackers rushed to Dayvon in turn, but he, being more agile than them, avoided their attack and began to cut their arms, ending up disarming them.

In a few minutes, the five men were all on the ground, moaning in pain.

Dayvon looked at himself and said in disgust:

"These fools covered my clothes with blood. "

Then, after trying to wipe the little blood he had, he went to Lucas and the young boy.

Arriving in front of Lucas, he stroked his head.

"Well done. Your amusement helped me a lot. "

After saying these words, he began to stare at the young boy carefully.

"So, is he the boy who caught your attention? "

Lucas nodded to confirm.

But before Dayvon could speak again, the young boy bowed and said in a grateful voice:

"I thank you from the heart for your help.

Without you, I might be hurt. "

Lucas looked at him with a smile.

"No worries. Otherwise, can you tell us what your name is? He asked impatiently.

The young boy lowered his head and said:

"I'm called Aelrin. "

Dayvon stared at Aelrin again from top to bottom while crossing his arms and, with a thoughtful look, said:

"Why does a boy as handsome as you have to fly in the capital? You could find many other opportunities to earn money. "

Then Aelrin lowered her head and bit her lips with a frustrated and ashamed look.

"It's the only way for me to take care of my sister. "

"What old are you? " asked Lucas, a little sad at this story.

"I'm 9 years old, gentlemen," he said, looking up a little.

Then Lucas began to smile with an admiring look.

"Wow, you take such risks for your sister when you are so young. "

"Thank you very much, sir," he said to Lucas with a shy look.

"Can you drive us to your sister? We want to see her for a moment. "

So Aelrin, fearful about it, put himself on his guard, but decided to let them see his sister, because they had just saved him.

"Follow me, let's take this alley. "

Aelrin led them through several dark alleys, lit by lanterns that gave off a dim light.

"We can easily get lost in these streets," says Lucas, following Aelrin very closely.

"I live here, so it's easier for me to find myself," says Aelrin while leading the group.

After a few minutes of walking, Aelrin approached a small house around the corner.

"We're there," says Aelrin, stopping in front of a small wooden door and pushing it carefully. Then he beckoned Lucas and Dayvon to follow him.

Inside, there was a tiny room, lit only by a candle placed on a wobbly wooden table. The room was damp, and the walls were filled with cracks and mold.

In a corner of the room, there was a young girl with blue hair and blue eyes, sitting on a worn mattress, wrapped in a blanket with holes. She looked up slightly at their entrance, and her face lit up when she saw Aelrin.

"Aelrin! She exclaimed, her voice weak but full of joy.

"I'm here, Lyra," Aelrin replied, kneeling and hugging her.

"Here, I brought you food. "

He took his bag that he had protected and took out a piece of bread and some cheese that he handed to his sister with a tender smile.

Lucas and Dayvon remained on the threshold of the door, watching the scene with a mixture of sadness and admiration.

Lucas, moved by the scene, advanced with a smile.

"Is she your sister? He asked with a sweet air.

Aelrin nodded and said:

"Yes, I present to you my little sister Lyra. She is 5 years old.

And she's sick, so I have to take care of her. "

Lucas looked sad when he learned that Lyra was sick.

Dayvon advanced slowly, examining the room carefully.

He turned to Aelrin, arms crossed.

"How long have you lived here? He asked with a questioning expression.

"Since our parents died 3 years ago," says Aelrin, looking down with a sad look.

"You are brave," said Dayvon with a proud smile.

Lucas crouched next to Lyra, who looked at him curiously.

"You are very brave, Lyra," he said, stroking the girl's head with a warm smile.

Lyra began to smile shyly following Lucas' gesture.

Lucas got up and stared at Dayvon.

"We can't leave them here.

We have to help them," he said, holding Lyra's hand and looking at Dayvon with the air of a slaughtered dog.

"You... are you going to help us? " said Aelrin, his eyes shining with hope.

Then Dayvon crossed his arms, thinking intensely. His gaze passed from Aelrin to Lucas, then to Lyra, who seemed fragile.

He sighed and, before he could say anything, Lucas exclaimed:

"Wait! Before making your decision, observe them by activating your power, "he whispered in Dayvon's ear.

Dayvon wondered.

"Why does he want me to activate my powers by looking at them?

I don't think it will change much. "

Then Dayvon activated his power, and his eyes turned golden.

"Is my eyes playing tricks on me? Dayvon exclaimed, looking at them with excitement.

"It's right, Lucas, we shouldn't leave them here.

It would be a waste to leave them here, "he said when he saw all the mana that surrounded the children, which he managed to distinguish thanks to his golden eyes.

"So, they all have this mana in them and can't even distinguish it. If Lucas had not advised me to observe them with my power, I would have missed these talented children, "he thought with a smile on his lips.

Dayvon squatted at Aelrin and Lyra's level and stroked their heads.

"Don't worry, children, we will take care of you," he said with a smile on his lips as he took something out of his pants pocket.

"From tomorrow, you will come to live with us at the palace," he said with a smile, showing a royal badge he had in his pockets.

"Sorry, we can't pick you up now, because it's night," he says, sighing.

And before he added another sentence, Aelrin and Lyra gave Dayvon a big hug, tears in their eyes.

"Thank you very much, sir! They repeated over and over again.

                                                                                                     TO BE FOLLOWED.................