This day, the weather wasn't good, the sky was always gray and clouded with rain clouds, Joel's mood was just like the weather, depressing to the extreme.
Walking on the stone street, Jeol could see the people in Emir walking past him. In this town, Joel was born and raised. At Emir those noble children with money went to school, attended a different kind of college, but for a poor orphan who was left in an orphanage had no chances to even see the front gate of the school.
Joel still remembers the day he did all kinds of odd jobs before he ended up the King's army due to enforced recruitment. While he was growing up Joel developed one life-saving skill, talking. Orphans like him had to talk and lie to people like experts to get their bellies filled because of that, Joel's commander at that time chose him as a candidate for spy and Joel excelled in spying until the King asked him to poison the bracidia's people.
"Hey, did you hear King Hedor is recruiting again?"
