Chapter 164 - I'm Too Strong... But Still No Money

Then foolishly and awed by his own sudden strength, he was hitting one of the walls with mud, the building shuddering as if an earthquake had hit the spot. Inside the Pub, he could hear glasses clinking and bottles crashing to the floor.

"What is happening?!" One of the customers of the precarious Inn above the pub woke up with a start.

"An earthquake?" a woman spoke in fear, the woman's thin voice hoarse with sleep, her voice was permeated with the fear of those who have been through similar situations in life.

"Magda, don't be silly, this isn't Stern" a man spoke in a foreign language that resembled modern English, which made Emery understand what he was talking about.

He had to confess that he often had to concentrate to understand what the people around him were talking about. Although he could understand the language of the mainland, if he got distracted a bit he couldn't understand it very well.

Although English was not his mother tongue, it was still easier to understand because of the systematic education of the modern world and because he had travelled to English-speaking countries before.

He was still lucky that there was a common language on the central continent, as it would be impractical for him to speak Italian or whatever is the mother tongue of the Kingdom of Dawn.

"Clark, do you think I'm a fool?! I've been living all this time, working hard so that you could make your hobbies with embroidery... How dare you say that..." the woman was furious and with her tearful voice, her English was even faster and with a thick accent like those from the south of the United States, which made it difficult for Emery to follow the conversation.

Emery didn't realize he was listening more than it should have been possible for a human, but he was too curious about the conversation. They were people outside the church, he was duly curious to see and hear new people.

Maybe he would find out where he was?

"Oh dear Magda, wasn't it my embroidery that made us richer, and now we can travel wherever we like?" the man responded with a calming tone, the woman seemed to sob a little.

"We're at an inn like this, and you're talking about wealth..." the woman continued to complain between one sniff and another.

"Oh my dear. I didn't know that we could only access our account in the capital of this small kingdom... So, we can only save a little until we reach the capital, so don't be too sad" the man said even more calm and gentle. Clearly feeling guilty about their situation.

"Fine, but we can't go until after the Autumn Festival... I promised Mister Francesca I would teach her about the pumpkin pies and the old apple pie my late mother had taught me" the woman said in a voice calmer and much kinder.

"Okay, okay, whatever you want dear" the man spoke resignedly, being rewarded by the woman with kisses and hugs.

Emery felt a little embarrassed listening to the intimate sounds of the couple, so he focused his attention on the steps on the stairs and the conversation of those who had come downstairs to see what had happened.

"Ah, the glasses for honoured guests have been broken…" a young woman said with anguish.

"Ah, my silly daughter-in-law, we haven't had honourable guests in years... Fortunately, the cheapest bottles have been broken, and the beer kegs are intact" an elderly woman's voice rang with a calm that only elderly people who have long-lived and that patience was impressed upon his soul he could speak.

"Mother..." a man spoke, a little disconcerted after receiving the angry look from his wife.

"What are you worried about, my son? The autumn festival is coming, that is, merchants from various cities and even the capital will arrive, if you and my daughter-in-law want to buy more glasses and goblets, you can go and buy them at a much cheaper price"

The old woman said with indifference, there was no lack of money for such trifles, the lady thought with desolation, seeing her son smile enormously at his daughter-in-law, who had such a greedy eye for such small things.

The old lady just thought what she should do to take the church today, she liked to help those who needed food, they had enough to be able to worry about buying silly things, so they could also donate food and food to the neighbours who they didn't have it.

"Old Dolores, what happened?" one of the guests asked, coming down from the room slightly stunned, with marks evident on his neck from passionate kisses.

Then a black man with skin like deep and beautiful mahogany, eyes dark as onyx and dark blue hair like Burberry. The others saw it and looked away, but said nothing and looked at Old Dolores with the same doubt as the guest on the stairs.

"How will I know? This place may be too old or just another street fight..."

"Or maybe it was a wizard!"

"What nonsense, a noble magician would be on this reeking street?!"

"Smelly street? Carlos Joseph, I didn't tell you to wash the side street because of those damn mercenary braggarts who got everyone out there dirty!" the old woman interrupted everyone's speech to complain to her son that he was taller than the drinks rack in the pub, but bowed her head as if he were a boy.

Emery scratched his head and smiled awkwardly at the chaos that had settled between the inn's patrons and the restless owners.

Looking around he recognized Naill and Mattias whom he had seen a while ago, but there was an unknown person among them, with skin as dark as the finest of ebony, shockingly pink hair and long pointed ears... Emery no he knew what race he was, but the young man's beauty could not be hidden even in that dark alley.

Author: (...)

You too, now run boys!

Anael, who was shocked to be thrown away, looked at the human with evident fear in his eyes, he only thought of helping to gain points with Azarphy and who knows his freedom.

However, he regretted not having protected him in the shadows, seeing himself now all dirty and with pain in his body.

"Let's help me wake them up. We have to get out of here," Emery said hurriedly, going to Naill he knew to wake him up and ask what was going on at that moment.

How did they get here?

The people inside would soon come out to see what had happened, they could be in danger... They could be superstitious and beat them up for thinking they could be demons or such rogue mercenaries.

Of course, Emery was thinking too much as when the people left the building they only saw a nobleman, with two novices and a person who seemed to them a foreigner from far away lands... Well, Emery was barefoot, but there was a precious ring on his pale left hand with long, dainty fingers, so everyone just thought it was someone who should be running away from church treatment.

Sometimes the nobles send their children for treatment, but they are too rebellious and refuse treatment, running away and injuring themselves on the way.

Of course, choosing a city like this is because of the secrecy that the countryside could provide for the nobles who brought their troubled children to be educated more harshly.

It was not a few times that novices walked the alleys and dark streets looking for the foolish nobles who ended up either robbed or drunk without clothes in the gutter.

Because the city church was so good to the citizens and to the poor, it made the novices welcome wherever they were and protected by the villagers, so they walked fearlessly to look for the idiot nobles.

"Go inside and get some shoes for this young man" the lady who took care of the food said looking at the barefoot young man, the ground was colder than usual due to the light rain that happened in the morning.

"But mom..." the pub owner spoke to the lady with an embarrassed face, but the woman slapped him hard on the shoulder, and he just sighed in resignation and went to get one of his late father's shoes.

"That must be Carlos" Emery thought, seeing the interaction of mother and son.

Carlos took the shiny shoes belonging to his father only to annoy his mother who had treasured the shoes since his father's death, new shoes that the poor old man couldn't wear before he died with a knife in the back on the way home.

However, to her son's surprise, Old Dolores didn't mind and offered it to Emery, as well as asked her son and daughter-in-law to get blankets for the nobleman who looked very fragile that only a wind would be blown away.

Emery: (...)

Anael: *looking at the wall that had been thrown before*

"I don't have money on me now" Emery said, too embarrassed to accept anything from the old lady. There were so many eyes in him, they even forgot about the possible mage's tremors or mysterious earthquake when they saw a nobleman acting with modesty.

Ah, far more shocking than an earthquake.

Quite shocking!

"Don't worry about it, we get a lot of help from the church, I just want to make their work easier" the old woman said with a smile that lacked teeth, but was not lacking in affection and kindness.