Fleche had a long bath cleaning himself. After drying himself he wore a brown long tunic and a black trouser with cape clothe, he brushed his hair to make his face look winsome. He wore his leather shoes collecting his sword to his right hand. he walked out as a charming gentleman. Although he was good looking patrician, it was arduous him to approach to a young lady. For the reason that young ladies always wish to marry a nobleman with a great knowledge which he doesn't have yet.
Holding his damascus steel sword which was by him clandestinely before his parents got to know that he visited even work in the village of blacksmith's. It was a total forbidden area for young masters from high gentries. He didn't believe those laws as well as he was obstinate somewhat.
It was a sunny day, even it was, Sun wasn't that harsh to heat people with beam, everyone was apparently fine with the day. Sunflowers were smiling at their lord in the sky. Pretty ladies were roaming around the flower garden plucking beautiful flowers smiling at the attractiveness of flower. Fleche was gazing with happiness inside yet blank expression after he witnesses how exquisite was the scene of pretty girls were collecting flowers. He saw that some playful flirty young masters were teasing the girls making them shy. He frowned at them for destroying the glamourous scene. He didn't try to speak against to the behaviors of young masters since those girls also prefer the interaction with young men. He walked away towards to the town of market, where had many stalls selling many items.
Abruptly a girl pumped on him, he looked at her with a narrowing brow and he fell all her flowers on the ground. He crotched down to pick them. She opened up her voice
"I don't need them again"
She said angrily. He looked at her with a surprised gazed. He couldn't believe why her attitudes were grim towards to him. Even he wanted to help her. She frowned at him.
"Fool like you how can be so amicable with an upper-class lady like me, idiot"
She turned away and she walked away. He was keeping walking without saying anything back, He was fantasizing a he was meeting a pretty lady a was coming to him with flowers holding in her hands. She was smiling at him. She was walking towards to the garden filled with flowers. She was collecting pretty blossom in various flowers. Red, blue, yellow, pink and purple. He forgot he was in public, he smiled so foolishly even people were gazing at him giving him an odd look. Her long hair was floating in the air. A demon appeared behind her; he pulled the sword. He wielded it on the public, people stunned and they even got panic seeing the foolish deeds of the young master. He defeated the demon saving her. The girl smiled at him. She signaled him to follow her. He was running after her and her long hair flipped touching his face. People widened their eyes and looking at the young man stopping their works who was crazily running. she stopped and gazed at a big door which was made of stones, the door opened itself for her. She entered there signaled him to chase her, he did as she wanted him to do, he entered their, he abruptly bumped on her. "I'm sorry" he mumbled and backed away. She witnessed the pretty girl turning to a man with long black hair, with brown small eyes, with a pretty lip, sharp jawline, Adam's apple yet handsome and pretty at the same time, he was wearing red and black robe that was long to his ankle, he was holding a sword that wasn't belong to Westland, he was certainly from another place of world because his stereotype was totally different from people live in Westland, even the people from Westland, didn't wear robes, moreover the color of the outfit he wore was different from Westland as land to sky. He stopped a bit; he woke up from his imagination.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah"
He screamed louder because he was seeing a dream that won't become real. Second reason it was a strange man that was standing in front of him. He frowned at the man looking at him head to toe.
"Who the heck you are?" he asked
The people who were around them subdued their laughter because they didn't want misbehave in front this different guest.
"ㅁाㅎोㄷ् ㅇा ㅂा ㅇेㄹे ㅅूㄱा ㄷा?"
"mohodh aapa ere suka da?"
"(Lord! Are you okay?)"
A man who was also wearing a red robe with long hair asked from him. He looked back, he nodded to the man who forwarded the question.
"ㅎाㄹुㅁ् ㅁीㅁा ㅇुㅁ् ㅅूㄱा"
"Harum meema um suka"
(Yes! I am fine)
He shortly answered. He again looked at the Fleche with blank expression. Fleche looked at the man head to toes. He sighed with shaking with head and shutting and opening eyes. He looked directly at the man
"Exotic people are roaming here and there without any hesitation, what a wonder"
He muttered. He looked at when the noblewomen screamed giggling and appreciating the handsomeness of the man who just arrived from another land. They all have gone insane by his charming presence. Fleche bit his lips narrowing his brows. He gazed at women tilting his head to get a look of them. He turned to the exotic man again with directly trying to make an eye contact with him. The man was keeping his direct but keeping his eyes down, Fleche pouted scornfully
"Well! Young master, return back to the place you arrived, we don't need exotic people here, if you understand my language, kindly don't enter here"
Fleche said, the exotic man didn't change his expression a bit, he was still keeping silent.
Fleche touched the back of his head. He cleared his throat and shook his head a bit
"Apparently! You don't understand here language, so you can't even live here" he said and pushed the man slightly "Go away" he said furiously with gripping his sword and grinding his teeth with expression will with rage. Exotic man was furious as much he was irritated; he didn't show it. He merely fisted his hand which was hanging down.
"Young master mind your manners, we are invited by sovereign"
One of them showed him the invitation. He made a mouth agape with narrowing brows. He realized there were more than 100 exotic people has already arrived there. He pouted scornfully. He was giving them disgustful death glare.
"We are Hong Scholars from HongZheZhu island, we are summoned by Sovereign Brun for a specific task, young maser you can't disrespect our great scholar Hong Guibao , We usually learn 100 subject but he..."
The man stopped as Hong Guibao raised his hand to signal him to stop much talking. People ran to them. The all knelt down
"Scholar! Please save us from demon, don't care what the unintelligent man just blabbered, he even can't read or write, even don't give single smile even to ladies"
A woman said and he gritted teeth in a great wrath closing his lips he was twisting his own teeth gripping the sheath of his sword. Hong Guibao's face got little emotional even it wasn't that visible. He was looking at Fleche Noir was shutting eyes in an inconvenience. Hong Guibao turned to the man who was emotionally humiliated. He pulled the sword from the sheath a bit and pushed back. Due to the sound of blade, Fleche Noir directed his head and he witnessed the necklace he was wearing with red gem along with blue sapphire hanging in black glistening black strong thread.
Hong Guibao crossed his fist and bent his head a bit "Longevity young master" first word he spoke after he arrived to the Westland. Fleche Noir was the first person he spoke after he arrived to the Westland.
Fleche Noir gripped the hilt of his sword. He gritted and pulled the blade a little with frowning at other man, he pushed it back. He crossed his hands denying his greet with a full of rage. He tuned to leave; he kicked the basket making it fly. He walked away like an angry tiger was leaving after got defeated in the middle of fight.
Hong Guibao smirked a little looking at the way his fighter was leaving. He signaled his disciple indicating them to walk to their residence where was arranged them to have rest.