In the Black Dragon
Sitting on his throne, Zuka was joined by Zara at his side, attended by maids who fanned them gently as they shared a conversation, punctuated with laughter. Their reverie was interrupted by the arrival of Zia, who bowed respectfully before delivering his report.
"Master Zuka, I have news from Lord Zhian. He won't be able to visit at the moment as he's dealing with matters overseas. However, he's sending Lord Zane and Zephyr in his place, and he'll join us as soon as he's able," Zia reported.
"Ah, I see. That's still satisfactory; those two will handle matters adeptly until his arrival. I have faith in the individuals under my charge," Zuka complimented, eliciting a smile from Zia.
In the bustling city of Vienna, Ziyad roamed the vibrant market, his intentions unclear as he wandered aimlessly. Suddenly, something caught his eye, drawing him in with irresistible allure.
"Wow, that's quite beautiful," he remarked, approaching a trader showcasing a stunning gold chain adorned with a reddish-black jade pendant.
Picking up the chain, he inquired, "How much for this?" as he examined the intricate craftsmanship with keen interest.
" That will cost twenty dollars sir" the male trader replied and that when trouble started
"What the hell! Twenty dollars for this? Isn't that too expensive?" he exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of nearby traders and buyers.
Despite his desire to purchase the jewelry, his obstinacy and peculiar mindset led him to believe that the price was exorbitant, despite having more than enough money to afford it.
"Mister, it's a very good chain, sir. Even some traders won't sell as low as I did," the trader attempted to persuade, but Ziyad was not easily swayed.
"So you're trying to say I'm blind to not see the worth? I don't know what I'm doing, that's why you're telling me other traders won't sell it at this rate?" he retorted, picking up one of the porcelain pieces on his shades and breaking it, his temper just use to get better of him.
"Hey mister, what the hell did you just do? You'll have to pay for that. If you know you don't want to buy, why make trouble?" the trader demanded, growing visibly frustrated.
"Haha, don't you know my name? They call me trouble. And how dare you tell me what to do? How dare you call me mister? Call me Lord!" he commanded arrogantly.
"Which stupid Lord? See, if you don't pay for that thing you broke, your hands are going with it!" the trader threatened, his anger simmering beneath the surface.
"This is getting fun. I can't wait to beat some people," Ziyad thought to himself, relishing the chaos.
"Do you guys know who you are talking to? I will kill you with just a blink of an eye," Ziyad warned, his tone filled with menace as he scattered all the goods in his shades, sending them crashing to the ground.
"Hey boy, what's your problem? You must pay for those if you don't want to die," one of the traders threatened as he and two others approached the scene.
"And who are you to tell me that?" Ziyad retorted.
"Young boy, respect yourself and don't cause chaos. After all, you don't even look like you belong here. So, if you want to be safe, just pay and leave," he advised sternly.
"And what will happen if I don't pay?" Ziyad asked, his voice tinged with annoyance.
"I'm going to beat your soul out," the trader replied sternly. As he spoke, Ziyad raised his hand to strike, but it froze in midair as someone grabbed it from behind, surprising him.
"Why create problems when you know you aren't buying anything? People like you should be taught a good lesson," the person said, yanking Ziyad's hand away.