Francis and the youth left. Dudian was carrying his backpack as he waited. He saw a crowd gather around a place across the street. The bursts of laughter echoed from there.
He moved over to observe the place because of the curiousity.
"Kid, look where you walk." A voice echoed from behind.
Dudian turned to see a blonde youth with an arrogant look. There was a graceful woman with beautiful golden hair in his arms. There were few people wearing black suits and white gloves behind them. Apparently the man was an aristocrat and belonged to an extraordinary family. Dudian's eyebrows wrinkled but he moved sideways to open the room for them. He didn't want to provoke anyone inside the inner wall for now.
The youth and the beauty walked pass him without taking a glance at him.
Dudian came to stop behind the crowd. He use his toes to look. There was a table in the middle and few people were showing performance. It looked like an ordinary magic show.
