Arthur was very moved by the history of the world. He was just an ordinary gullible schoolboy who could be indoctrinated with the right opinion. From that moment, Arthur began his training, mastering swordsmanship, magic, etc. Also, a certain team around Arthur slowly began to gather.
***
Lately, Rupert had started writing something down, at first, Quintus didn't care much about it, but when he started spending quite a bit of time writing, he got interested in it and one evening he came up to him and asked him:
- Hey, Rupert, what are you writing lately?
- Mr. Quintus, you know you're the greatest, but a lot of people around here don't know about it, so I'm writing about you to get your attention.
- What? How will that help?
- Now we need to get the support of influential people, but they don't know anything about you yet, that's why I'm writing letters in which I tell the truth, that you are the greatest deity who came down from heaven.
Quintus still didn't understand what all this was for, but instead of saying so, he waved his head in understanding.
- Understood.
*
It's been about two weeks, they've left the tavern and are now living in Rupert's wagon. Compared to the tavern, it's heaven and earth. Rupert and some nobleman are meeting today:
- Why go to him at all?
- Mr. Quintus, the letters were sent to influential people, it's probably because of that.
- So, what did you write about me in those letters anyway?
- I wrote your story, how you saved millions of lives, how you made wine out of water, how you are trying to save our world! - replied Rupert.
When he heard that, Quintus almost choked on his saliva.
- I haven't done any of the things you listed, have I?
- Even if you haven't yet, you definitely will in the future.
Quintus sighed. They still had about a couple days to go, so Quintus decided to get some sleep.
*
- My legs have given out! - Arthur shouted, falling to the ground.
- It's all right, Mr. Hero.
- What's all right? This stupid running makes my legs hurt! - shouted Arthur.
- Your training will pay off, don't worry, Mr. Hero. - the teacher encouraged Arthur.
Arthur has been training for two weeks now. During this time his stamina may have improved a bit. The results did not please the newly minted Demon Hero.
- Is there any way to make the training easier, Sir Zhula? - Arthur asked.
- Negative, Mr. Hero. - replied Zhula.
- Aggh... - Arthur sighed.
This was not how he had envisioned saving this world. First of all, it's all very strange, the people here are evil, and secondly, where are the imbalance skills that will make him super strong?
- Mr. Hero, get up, there's still some time left! - Zhula spoke.
- Leave me alone, Master... - replied the tired Arthur.
Teacher Zhula decided to walk away from Hero for 5 minutes and then come back, saying it had been an hour.
- 1... 2... 3... 4... - Joula mumbled to himself. - 4 minutes 57 seconds, 4 minutes 58 seconds, 4 minutes 59 seconds, 5 minutes! Mr. Hero, it's been an hour, get up!
- What?! It's been an hour?!
- Yes, training continues!
Arthur got up like he wasn't tired and kept running.
- Heh, it always works. - thought Zhula, smiling.
*
Finally, Quintus along with Rupert reached the Arcos family's estate. The coachman dropped them off and drove away. A servant girl approached them:
- Hello, I'm Solitas, the maid at the Arcos estate. You are Mr. Rupert and Mr. Quintus, aren't you?
- Yes. - replied Rupert.
Quintus had just woken up, so he didn't answer anything.
- Come with me. - Solitas said and led them into the manor.
The building was already quite old. There was a certain sadness as they walked through its corridors. Very soon they reached a room on the second floor, by the look on the maid's face, they needed to go there. Solitas knocked.
- It was open.
The maid opened the door and led Quintus and Rupert to their seats, then stepped aside without leaving the room.
The head of the Arcos family looked up:
- Hello, my name is Lloyd Arcos. Let's get right down to business shall we? - Lloyd suggested.
- Good. - Quintus replied, yawning.
- Tell me, was it true what your servant Rupert wrote in his letter?
Quintus tried to remember what Rupert had written about him. When he remembered and realized it was nonsense, he answered:
- "Of course. Don't you believe my servant? -said Quintus.
- I see. If that's the case, then it must be true. - muttered Lloyd.
- What do you mean? - Quint asked.
- In the ancient legends passed down in our family it is written that in the future there will be a god who will come down to us and save us all from demon attacks. - Lloyd said and looked at the sheet he held in his hands. - Yes, and from the external description you are similar.... - replied Lloyd.
One hour passed.
Lloyd stood on the stakes:
- Mr. Quintus, I believe in you! - Shouted he, he looked at Quintus with his eyes wide open.
Quintus put his hand on Lloyd's head and said in a majestic voice:
- I, Quintus Conrad, recognize you as my faithful servant. You are obligated to do everything for my benefit, for.... Ahem... - said Quintus, without finishing.
- I swear it! I will do my best! - shouted Lloyd.
To him, this was a kind of god descending from heaven.
- What did the hillbillies run away then...? - Quintus thought.
Quint smirked and left the Arcos Manor together with Rupert.
Already outside, Rupert said:
- Mister, you've done a great job! - Rupert encouraged Quintus.
- Yes," Quintus replied briefly.
- What's the plan next? - Rupert asked.
- I've been working and working lately. I want to rest. - replied Quint.
Recently he had to travel so far to talk to an aristocrat, and he had overcome many difficulties before that. So now he just wanted to sit somewhere quiet for a while.
- Just to rest... - sighed Quintus.