On Sunday, June 7, 675, at 8:30 am in the city of Gusembourg, the atmosphere was the most active. It was day 4 of the festival and the number of visitors had reached its peak.
"It's a wonderful day. The goods are selling happily. I thank that boy from the academy, Ginse Lazar, for selling me that ramen recipe." The ramen stall seller's tone of voice was filled with joy.
A large number of clients from inside and outside the city of Gusmbourg came to him, especially after the sons of the Grand Dukes, the heir to the Mount Hua sect, Utah Caseral, and important individuals from the Tai clan and several other clans and sects and figures from different races visited him.
This was something that applied to all of his assistants, who numbered 12 people, although he did not plan to bring anyone with him. We thought that Sunday would not like him because she was a stranger, and the habit of citizens in this world made them cling to familiar things.
That is why his happiness and the happiness of his assistants, who a few days ago were just a group of vagabonds roaming the city of Gusmburg in search of food, was logical to them for his success.
One of his assistants spoke happily while tears of joy flowed, as a few days ago she could not find anything to eat, "Thank you, sir, for your great kindness. You have helped us all."
Ji Soo remained silent as he looked at him with a small smile as he remembered Aron's words several months ago in the Imperial Capital
"If you succeed in selling ramen, do something good in your life. My advice to others is that if I were in your place, I would take advantage of an upcoming festival in the city of Gusmbourg in the western part of the Central Continent."
A sigh escaped his mouth as he looked at his assistants with a small smile and returned to his work, which was preparing broth for ramen and several other things.
"It was something like a condition for whoever sold me an idea. If it succeeds, it seems that you are destined to meet together and work together, isn't it?"
The assistant looked at him for several seconds before wiping her tears and continuing chopping vegetables, "With your right, Mr. Ji Soo, fate is always strange and fickle. You don't know if it is with you or against you."
To complete their work actively, their restaurant, which was just a kiosk, was on the second day before he bought a restaurant from his friends who left the city of Gemsburg for an urgent matter. However, they did not try to inquire about it.
On the other hand, Patrice was touring the cemeteries of the city of Gusmburg on Sunday, in which only influential figures with great achievements are buried.
Beatrice's gaze was incomprehensible as she turned towards the grave of her grandfather, Boswell Aswassen
To stop on a witness in the form of a book and a pen made of pure gold and precious stones
So she placed her head on her grandfather's grave with looks filled with intense sadness, grief, and hatred. She did not understand the reason for not reviving him, even though he was still at the rank of the highest holy ruler. His rehabilitation was possible for his body, which remained preserved, unlike those who disappear in the form of a golden mist, as happened with the body of the ruler of the Yolfen wolves and the ruler of the lions, Asurin.
She closed her eyes while tears flowed abundantly, as she loved him very much and felt a sense of loss and sorrow because she did not even see him being buried because they prevented her from doing so, and she would never see him again even if she wanted to.
Several minutes passed before she rose from the grave of her grandfather, Buswal Azwassen, while letting her tears flow. There was only one person who treated her with kindness from the moment that showed her abilities.
She then got up and headed outside a cemetery, only to find on her way a clown looking at him with incomprehensible looks
He stood up from his place while heading towards her with light steps and a naive clown smile on his lips, and spoke in a calm tone while looking at me in the place of his lark.
His facial features turned annoyed for a fraction of a second before his smile returned again, and this made Beatrice surprised by the disappearance of his smile after seeing her grandfather's grave.
He spoke, breaking the silence, while placing bouquets of very toxic flowers with a very beautiful shape that makes you irresistible in smelling their scent that will burn your lungs and heart.
However, Patrice did not know what kind of flowers these were because she had never seen anything like them in her life, even though she read books in various fields in her free time.
"Dear Sir, we are at a festival, we should be happy, and your crying breaks my heart. I am a child who does not like to see children cry. You are still 12 years old, and yet you have good friends and hypocrites."
Patrice's facial expressions were filled with astonishment as she looked at him, turning her gaze towards her grandfather's grave, only to realize that the flowers carried an extremely dangerous poison, even for her.
Her features turned into extreme anger, as it was an insult to her grandfather, Boswal, who cared for her all his life with love and affection.
However, the features of the clown's face did not change, as he lightly stroked her head, making her more and more upset.
He looked at him in astonishment for several seconds before he picked her up by her waist and spoke without understanding what was happening, "What's wrong with you, Mr. Beatrice? Why aren't you behaving like a good child? You should be happy on a day in which everyone is happy. I understand that."
"As for the flowers, there will come a time when you find out why I put them, and then you will be surprised. However, we are in the present and not the future, so you should enjoy."
Patrice did not say anything, as she was surprised by his actions, which made her unable to use her power
To make her sit on his shoulders while he walked out of a cemetery with clownish steps while smiling his goofy smile that brought happiness to the hearts of everyone present.
He went to walk while he was still holding her between his shoulders. He looked at her and found that she was still confused about what he had done to her previously.
He then spoke in a sarcastic tone while making big jumps that made her come out of her daze, "You know something, this is a life that always needs an element of comedy to be complete. Even if it is a brutal world, there will always be funny situations."
Beatrice remained silent as she felt the wind that was hitting her body and face, so she spoke while looking at him, "You are a weirdo, you damned clown. It would be better for the reason for putting poison in my grandfather's grave to be logical, and then I will kill you."
The clown started laughing as he listened to her words, then he stopped and jumped because he had arrived at the festival to put her down while he spoke happily, "Mr. Beatrice Azwassen, I invite you to spend a good time in your secret. It will be very enjoyable."
Then he leaves while entering the circus tentHis same steps that look like a jump to her
However, his facial features turned wary, as he felt that his body had no soul inside it. However, she decided to head towards Sark because she felt that she would meet her companions there. Lucy had been planning to visit him during the preparation days, but she was not able to because they expelled them.
On the other hand, in Ain Al-Sultan Restaurant, the atmosphere was busy with customers from different races and different cultures, which made it difficult for it to meet the requests of all customers with the same efficiency as they were before the festival.
"I am sorry, Madam, Empress Elf Feronia and Empress Malaika Noriana, for being late. Kindly request your request. I hope you will not be hostile towards us. We are in a state of stifling pressure and our delay was not in our control. Therefore, I apologize to the other woman." Amin spoke while regretfully placing food on her table.
He was trying as much as possible to hide his tension from the looks of everyone, especially Elif and Malaika, who had significant killing intent.
And the humans who were being eaten up by tension were waiting for their response. As for the rest of the races, some of them were interested to see a battle between elves, angels, and humans, and some were not interested because it did not concern them.
Veronia spoke while looking at a plate with a small smile, "It is okay sometimes that something comes late rather than never, isn't that so, Amin?"
Amin spoke with great happiness as he placed food, "With you, Lady Veronia. Patience is the key to relief and success for any entity in this world. The filthy taste of adversity is the sweeter taste of success. I do not pretend to be wise. It is experience."
Personality "
Her faces appeared with signs of admiration at his boldness, while they listened to his words, which none of her followers or leaders of clans and sects dared to do.
Veronia smiled lightly while Empress Malaika looked at Nouriana, who did not comment a single word, but kept her gaze on a waiter who had lost a hair in his sincere desire to protect Ain Sultan Restaurant.
That's why she decided not to pressure him with her words more than he had to
Amin bowed respectfully while placing a tray on his chest, "I thank you, Empress Elf and Empress Malaika, for your understanding and wasting seconds of your lives to listen to my words. Moreover, there will be food at the expense of Ain Sultan's kitchen as long as you are in the city of Gusembourg."
To leave the place immediately while trembling from the intensity of tension, and this made them laugh to reduce the intention of killing both angels and elf, to show respect for making their queens laugh.
Noriana spoke in a calm tone and with a slight smile as she and Veronia ate a piece of meat, "This is a young man called Amin. There is something strange about him that I did not understand, even though his actions are sincere and there is no deception. I felt something that I could not understand coming from within him."
Veronia turned her gaze towards him again for several seconds before looking at him with looks that made Noriana a little annoyed, until Veronia did not care about those looks of hers.
She realized this before entering the Ain Sultan restaurant and turned her gaze to find Yuta and Gowther also present, which made her realize that Yuta had known about his strength for a long time.
At the kitchen, all the cooks and waiters were looking at him as he fell on the floor, pale-faced
While they offered him a cup of cold water and fanned him using a fan, any wrong behavior could cause a war between humans and the upper half (elves and angels).
Just a simple waiter was able to cause a war that no one wanted if he missed a single word or anything trivial
"I have never felt such fear and dread in my entire life. It is as if I were carrying a button capable of destroying the world," a waiter spoke in a quick tone of voice as he drank a cup of water.
So his friend spoke to him while he was fanning him, "You were so wonderful. Everyone inside the restaurant was looking at you with pride after you left. The leaders of clans, sects, rulers of kingdoms were looking at you with looks filled with anxiety and fear."
"But when it's over in peace, with that innocent facial expression that makes you believable, it won't be difficult for someone like me." It was a tone of voice.
His friend was full of sarcasm and mockery, which made him feel a little uncomfortable
Several minutes passed before Martha got up again while wiping his clothes
"Waiter No. 5, take food for Table No. 3." The waiter spoke orders in a slightly nervous tone
He heads to a food cart and finds an adult buffalo grilled over low heat and stuffed with vegetables, rice and hot jalapeno pepper sauce. He realizes that he will meet the Orc Emperor or barbarians, or in the worst case, both of them.
He took a calming dose and used a dry white handkerchief as he headed to the corner closest to him to cry like any adult man who has ever lived through it and those in it.
"What did I do in my life? First, the Elf Empress and Angel. I would have been killed in any second by their followers. They are the jewels of both empires, and the Emperor is an orc, a barbarian, or both together."
The managers of the restaurant, Mohammed bin Abdullah, and his brother, Youssef bin Abdullah, looked at him with a calm smile, carrying an invisible tension on their faces.
Muhammad bowed while placing his hand on Amin's shoulder, "It is a matter that is not in our hands. It is stubbornness, even among world leaders, when they are not of the same race. They want to be served by the same person who made their competitor happy. Therefore, you must be confident of yourself, because any foolish behavior with entities that glorify power will be a disaster."
Amin's tears stopped as he looked at him, and the signs of crying disappeared from his facial expressions, then he got up from his place while looking at his bosses.
He spoke with determination while wearing his Damascus-themed hat, "I will do my job to the fullest."
To point towards the carriage on which was a roasted adult buffalo, he sighed deeply and considered it as if it were the last. The Empress, the elf and the angels, would do nothing if he was polite and respectful.
Although he was religiously strict, he avoided looking at female customers, and this is what made him gain the respect of both of them because they were accustomed to looking at their bodies with dirty looks.
Unlike Orcs and Barbarians, who glorify strength, courage, and morals as warriors, the behavior he did with them will not work with another, and vice versa.
While Amin was heading towards table number 3, where the Orc Emperor Ektarviel and the Argonian Barbarians were sitting, the gazes of their followers were directed towards him, which made him use one of his abilities that gave him calm.
And the coolness of nerves is amazing
He continued on his way directly, without paying attention to the looks of any of them, and this made them admire him, as he passed through a crowd of them without a trace of fear.
"Wonderful, very wonderful. This ability is useful to me. If I had used it when I was with La La La, I would have seemed like a hypocrite then if I needed this so badly." Amin spoke in his heart in a tone filled with happiness as he stood in front of a table for Argon and Ektarviel.
Signs of shock appeared on his face. The mental shield he had created had disappeared due to the overpowering presence of two level 2 0-FIN entities. He was still at the rank of novice ruler. The difference was endless.
His facial features turn dark black while his body is crushed from the pressure resulting from their overwhelming presence, because they feel the same as Veronia, Noriana, and Yuuta felt when he entered a restaurant after the Versalkin Academy competition after Gray insisted on visiting him, Gowther after he broke through to the rank of Boundless, and Kazuhiro when he killed Master Go inside a restaurant.
He spoke in an almost inaudible voice while he looked at him to find a significant amount of contempt, "Please, please." Then his facial features turned to anger, mixed with shock, fear, and dread.
There was something inside him burning like wildfire as he looked at their burning gazes, and he felt them behind his back, even though they did not say a single word, until he felt them stabbing his back.
At Yuta's side, he was smiling slightly as he looked at what was happening there, and Veronia and Noriana were looking at the situation with annoyance, which turned into unseen shock at the strength they were feeling inside Amin at this moment.
He closed Amin's eyes involuntarily for several seconds before he found himself in pitch shadows, and in front of him was a giant gate, larger than the size of the largest palace he had heard about all his life, the largest of the Versalkin Academy, which was considered a city due to its great size, and giant chains of a mixture of gray and gold closing it completely.