The doors of what appeared to be a restaurant were closed by a boy, and after a moment he took a small look around the street and continued on to the street. From time to time he slowed down his steps to appreciate buildings or nearby establishments, sometimes stopping to chat with some acquaintances.

It could be said that the state of mind that covered people was different from the normal, they gave off a joy rarely seen, as if they celebrated some important event or celebrated an activity worth remembering. Sometimes one would be lucky enough to meet dancers who danced with vigor, it was also common to see places full of colorful decorations, even it was not surprising to hear soft music in the environment.

Without taking much importance to this kind of thing, the young man remained firm in his destiny while carrying a leather bag in his hands. Perhaps it was unwise of him to carry the money in such a way, because the sound of the coins colliding with each other did not go unnoticed by some little evildoers, but the vile thoughts of these disappeared as soon as they saw his face.

Even though the thieves were subjects whose values ​​were rotten, they were still beings who could feel fear and recognize the stupidity of their actions, so none were so stupid as to provoke the individual who backed the little one. This was not the first nor the last of the times the same thing happened, but it always ended with the child without problems during his journey.

Soon the clouds cleared and revealed the radiant yellow star that came from the east, the same that illuminated the world with its warmth and marked the beginning of a new day. When the soft rays of the sun touched the body of the young man, he looked up at the sky while trying to approximate the time for his plans.

- Maybe you can visit some places and return on time ... - After thinking about it briefly, the boy prepared to hold the leather bag to his waist at the same time he changed direction.

His priority was to go buy some things that his parents needed, but due to an unexpected event - the same for which the city was in a state of celebration - an increase in supplies was required. After all, people felt more hungry after a holiday.

Although his current destination was not the market, he was not far away either. So the boy forced himself to think that he was only taking a small detour, with this thought he accelerated the rhythm of his movements to arrive as soon as possible.

However, it did not take long before the young man stopped the rhythm of his footsteps, not because he had reached his goal but because he could not go unnoticed by the moans of a girl.

When he looked at the place where the sound came from, he found a group of children surrounding a small girl of perhaps thirteen years old, she was trying to recover a comb with which the boys played by throwing it between them. Maybe the adults did not interfere because they thought it was just children playing, or maybe they thought this kind of aggressive behavior was normal at that age. Whatever the case, the people from the surroundings did not try to stop such acts.

- Give it to me, it's from my mom! -she exclaimed the little girl as tears gushed from the corners of her eyes. He was afraid that at any moment his deceased mother's gift would disappear forever.

-Don't be so weepy for an ugly and worn comb. - Without measuring the effect that his words could have on another, one of the aggressors continued ridiculing the girl.

"Yes, this cheap thing may be better if we break it," said another of the abusers to support the idea. As for the reasons behind their sinister actions, it was likely that they were the same as those who promoted and encouraged fights among others. A simple and pure desire for violence.

"Give it to me, I'm going to break-" Before the boy finished speaking, a fist hit his face and made him eat his own words. Needless to say, this surprised his companions as well as the little one.

The attention of those present focused on the person responsible for the incident, a young man with short dark hair and average height, a boy whose facial features could not be described as beautiful but not vulgar.

-Why the fuck did you do that !? Asked one of the companions angrily. But the only response that received change was one filled with pain, tasting the taste of a blow in the same way as his friend.

-Give him that comb. The young man's words contained no tone of request, instead it was an order.

At first the person who was bothering the little girl had the intention of waiting for their partners to recover, then among the three would be responsible for giving him a beating. However, this idea disappeared as soon as he recognized the boy's face.

-T-take ...- Like a frightened lamb, he handed the object to the girl with trembling hands covered in sweat. P-please do not do anything to me.

"Go, I do not want to see you again," the young man announced with an indifferent expression.

-S-yes. - After a brief discussion with their colleagues, they all left as quickly as possible. The reason the stranger changed his behavior was linked to the previous encounter they had with the same boy, a meeting where he used a knife to aim at their necks and threaten them with cut their throats.

-This is yours- the boy said as he handed the comb to the girl with a very different expression to the one shown with the bullies.

-G-thanks, the little girl stuttered in response to seeing how a person maybe even older than her was defending her. Suddenly his static face showed surprise when he realized how the savior of his mother's relic turned to leave, when he observed this he forced himself to gather enough courage to disperse his curiosity. C-What is your name?

Without stopping his movements, the dark-haired young man turned his gaze to the girl as he raised his hand to say goodbye. Then he replied:

-I'm Arlhen.

....

A crowd of people walked from all directions, there was no hurry or impatience in their steps, instead they appreciated their surroundings and had fun while talking among themselves. Perhaps the best way to describe their actions would be to say they were distracting or taking a walk.

This was the situation that occurred in the central square of the city, a large area with small groups of trees decorating the surroundings. There, where a beautiful water fountain was located, where the pruned grass covered in a beautiful green some portions of the area.

Suddenly an old man put a foot in that place, his gaze wandered around as if evaluating to the smallest detail, just after he smiled with satisfaction and returned to resume his path. The intentions of that subject were not others that diiriese to the mansion of the governor.

That old man attracted the gaze of the people around, despite the striking that was his extensive snowy beard or his strange dragon mustache, none of the spectators found his features ridiculous. In fact, they all shared something in common: the admiration written on their faces.

Finally, the senile man with long white hair reached the outskirts of the huge gate - the same one that separated the territory of the governor from the outside. Being responsible for protecting the entrance who recognized the outstanding figure, and also being the same who allowed the admission.

The first thing that caught the eye of the old man was the long paved road that led to the mansion, as well as the flowers and bushes that embellished the passage. But admiring a scene whose vision he witnessed in countless opportunities was not a characteristic of him, continuing in his duties without being distracted.

- Enrot, my friend! - A middle-aged man greeted with emotion after recognizing the old man. You do not know how much I'm pleased with this visit of yours, after the problems that those corrupt families caused me, I could not do anything but trust you.

We are former comrades in arms, Dismas. If even the dogs of the Belius did not end our friendship, it is even more unlikely that a handful of idiots will be successful. What do you need?

-Veraz is not very complicated in reality. Do you still remember the last talk you gave to the young heirs of the markets? -After seeing how his friend confirmed the fact, he continued explaining-. It turns out that the leaders of the different factions have been amazed by your exposure, so they have been threatening to break the various treaties they have with us if you do not re-introduce yourself. They feel like I'm trying to stay away from them ... I do not know how they came to that conclusion.

"It's not like they're wrong," Enrot remarked as he let out a soft laugh. But the decision to support you is entirely mine, there is nothing you can do to change that. Do not worry too much about this matter, it is only the envy in their hearts that leads them to perform such actions.

-I know ... but ... We are so close to fulfilling our plans in this city, we can not afford any kind of complication. Not now.

-We both belong to the same boat, rest assured that I will solve this problem. It's just a simple talk, right? The old man spoke with a tone of voice that denoted the unimportance with which he treated the subject. I could not be bothered by something like that. Also, maybe those arrogant young people can catch something that will help them in their future development.

"Thank you very much," Dismas said as he tilted the top of his body and clasped his hands together.

-Stop Please. We are friends, right? I do not need to do that kind of thing ... Since it has been clear that I will cooperate, I want to change the subject to a more important issue. The old man put on a serious look, causing a change of expression in his companion. I have to pay a visit to the city of Boreas.

- Is it urgent? What happened? Asked the governor with an evident sense of alarm.

-It is something complicated. We'll talk about it later, the priority now is that exhibition you mentioned.

-S-yes. Follow me, we still have a little time, you can rest in my home.

-Well, then I apologize for the inconvenience.

Both figures made their way to the huge three-story mansion in front of them. The silhouettes of the men soon disappeared into the distance while they joked and told old anecdotes.