It was midsummer. The heat in Dulin City was dry and unbearable. The seasonal wind had not arrived in the Capital of Titan Empire that was located at the center of the land. The scorching sun turned the rocky road into burning oven.
It was already in the afternoon. The streets at the Lair was surprisingly empty. Only wild dogs and escaped chicken were roaming about the streets. There was a small shop that sold fruits and cold drinks not far away from the opera house in the Lair. The owner was really good at maintaining his business. According to sayings, he had a background in a mafia. Thus, the beggars and those engaged in dangerous business did not dare at all to mess with this southern old man who held fruits knife.
