Bad Luck Basara

"Who is that boy?" said an old man that just got into the establishment.

"Master Yo-ling, we believed he is a corrupted soul; however, after inspection, it turned out that he is but a mere child." Replied the investigator that was responsible for the situation of Basara.

"Why did such beliefe come in the first place?" said the old man

"It is due to this book." Said the investigator as he handed it to the lord of the city.

The man looked at the book and began turning its pages. He stopped to take a better look at the strange symbols and unreadable content within it before he said

"In all my life, I have never seen a language such as this. does it mean anything?"

"I know not my lord. However, the boy claims it means something as he is able to read it. I doubted it to be true at first; however, his words made me give him some credibility."

"What did he say that the book contained?"

"Something about focus, I don't remember the exact words, but they seemed meaningless to me."

Focus, though the old man.

"For one of those beasts to focus is a strange notion, they thrive in murder and in carnage forwarding their desires over their senses, to focus is an impossibility to them. Let the boy out. There is no need to keep him here; he is free of guilt.

Guilt? Thought the investigator but did not want to disobey the Lord's orders.

"And what about the book?"

"Give it back to him, that is not our property."

"The boy believes it is a Grimoire, shouldn't we keep it with us? I mean he is but an abandoned orphan, and he does not need nor does he deserves such a treasure."

"That is not yours to decide, that thing belongs to that kid, and unless it proves to be harmful to others, he has all right to keep it. If we take what we want from orphans who barely have anything, then we are worse than bandits. Also, give the child compensation for the treatment, none deserves to suffer through that for mere suspicion."

"Yes, my lord." Said the investigator and left the place.

The lord of the city, Yo ling the dragon amongst men wielder of the true flame and the right hand of the King. Considered a hero and a fair judge, who would never hesitate to show his power against oppressors and injustice, for that alone he earned the king's favor as for his deeds, many of them resulted in his current position as lord over one of the greatest city in the current world.

The old man who was barely fifty years old, walked out of the room and headed back to his mansion. He wanted to check up on his daughter that just came of age and now is going through a stage of great difficulty. The house of Ling is a house that is hosting a dragon's flame as their ancestors were blessed by one. From generation to another, this flame would strengthen itself more and more, and for that reason, this old man is worried. His transition phase almost made him lose his life. However, he managed to breakthrough resulting in the strength he holds now. If his daughter suffers from the same thing while he is away, then she will certainly die as the flame within her is much stronger than his.

He could not afford to waste time these days with normal people's matters; however, the deal with 'one of them' made it an urgency that he needed to investigate.

Now that his job is done he will head back to his daughter's place and make sure she is well guided; for the flame to take root within her body without damaging her. However, he still went towards the nearby market to check up on his people, what kind of a lord would he be if he does not at least that?

Though he was a man of great power, once he walked the street, none cared to look at him. It was his attitude and his walk. He was able to blend in with people without being noticed by any. He was just a face in the crowd that one would forget once they pass them by… And so the man of the highest standing within the city walked the streets of commoners like if he was one of them.

"You can leave this place, kid."

"What are you for real? Nice! But can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" said the investigator

"You see, I work for Ludic's syndicate, I need a leave of absence because honestly I don't know how much time I spent here and I would really appreciate you guys helping me out…"

"We don't offer such things here, but don't worry about that, here you go." He said as he threw a pouch towards me. I grabbed it and was baffled to see the contents.

"Those are a hundred Gold coins given by the government for the inconveniences."

"Holy shit I have never seen so much money in my life, this is enough to feed me for three lifetimes!"

The investigator looked at me with a strange face,

"You are happy with such a small amount of money?" he said

"Small amount? I work for two bronze a day this equal to one million coins divided by two this means 500 000 days of food and that is 1369 years of food! Holy shit, I can now afford to eat something better than a stew and have money to spare…"

"I- don't know what to say, I am both amazed by your ability to work with such a meager salary and your ability to calculate… You said you loved to read? I would suggest that you get some books with that money, though I don't know if there is a school that would take you in considering your background I think if you continue with self-study, you might not need one. Another thing, you need to better your filthy looks your hair is covering most of your face that no one can even take a good look at you, and that body of yours sure needs a good bath… take care of yourself and don't overspend what you have been given. Oh yeah and don't tell anyone from where did you get that."

"Yes, yes, that is a good idea, it's been months since I last took a bath…" I said, not paying attention to his last words.

It was not my fault. Actually, there was a close river from my hut where I used to bath. But now it became someone else' property, and I could not go there anymore. I can't even afford the money to go to a public bath, so I just didn't go, I would wash with rainwater whenever it fell through, but that is a far cry from a real bath.

"Thank you for your great hospitality," I said as I walked away, taking the money and the old book that was given to me.

Though I was roughed up and was treated like shit, the end result was much better than I expected. Now I can leave to enjoy some 'well-earned money.'

I walked outside the establishment and went towards the syndicate. I needed to make sure that I resigned properly else I get in more trouble.

Once I was walking down the street, someone bumped into me, making me drop the pouch while a few gold coins fell on the ground. I hurriedly grabbed them and placed them back on the pouch before I looked up.

People looked at me with strange eyes, and even some said

"He must have stolen them from someone."

And shit… here goes my shitty luck again