History with Alfonso

VALENCIA'S POV

I looked at the man before me whose hands were clamped with heavy metal chains and couldn't help but feel disheartened.

I still remember meeting him for the first and last time. 

I had just started university here around six months ago and was quite rebellious. 

The desire to earn quick money used to affect my thoughts a lot because I used to think that what I needed was financial stability to gain some momentum and respect around me so that I could build an army of myself and attack the Hazel Moon pack for what they did to me. 

At that time, I heard that a couple of rogues in the West Zone knew about a precious pearl and were looking for potential people who would like to join their adventure. 

The pearl was known to cost $50 million. How could I leave an opportunity like that? I went there.