On the other hand, the man slowly walked through the immense heaps of crowds and continued to walk.

[I have lived for long haven't I? Those same words that boy said to himself, is the very same words we told ourselves.] the man thought to himself.

He walked closer to them.

The boys were screaming in pain because of the heat. Eventually, they removed the sledge and the mark of a cup that represented loyalty to the Kingdom of England could be seen.

The man was now much closer.

"YOU TWO IDIOTS NOW BELONG TO THE KINGDOM OF ENGLAND! NOW WE CAN KILL YOU'S IF WE WANT TO!"

The man was only a few meters away from them.

"Now, get up and show everyone your back!" Ronny shouted.

The man was now right in front of Ronny.

The man called out:

"You three, look up."

As they looked up, all they could see is a fist, reaching across and punching Ronny right in his nose, making him fly back tremendously into a pile of boxes.

Ronny was knocked unconscious.

"You two, what are your names?" the man asked in a calm voice.

Ronny who was knocked unconscious was aided immediately by his fellow peers which included Michael and many others.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU JUST DID YOU BLOOMING IDIOT! DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'S ARE MESSING WITH?!" Michael shouted out.

"Your names, boys. What are they." the man asked, ignoring Michael in the background.

"Mari," he said while tensing up due to the pain.

"I see, that's a nice name lad, and you?" he called out to the other boy.

"And you young lady?" He asked.

"My name is Sharry!" She responded with a grin.

The mysterious man laughed and looked towards the final boy and asked:

"So what's your name then?"

"I don't have a name?" the boy chuckled.

The man paused for a minute.

"Hey, old man listen to this. Thanks for saving us! But do you know about the Great World?" the boy said with a glisten in his eyes.

"STOP TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT YOUR FANTASIES!" Sharry yelled, knocking him on the head.

The man was startled for a minute. Despite the fact, this town was filled with utter slavery and desolation, and countless children being victims of violence and hunger... this boy chuckled.

The man wore a scarf which was rose red, a cloak which was jet black, and on beneath that he wore a white vest which was strapped with three belts. On his waist, he wore a belt which had the letter "G" on it, and his trousers were bagged brown and he wore ragged slippers.

After coming back from his senses, he looked at the boy and seen something much more than just a slave wishing for freedom. No, out of anyone, this child was the freest in the world.

The man began to tear up and smiled saying:

"Your name will be chuckles lad."

"Chuckles?" The boy responded in confusion.

"Yes, cause you are the one who laughs and chuckles no matter what," he said while getting up.