Alan's pov...

I was more than alert because I know that my old man is so tricky, yet I couldn't manage to escape his treacherous tricks. He arranged for someone to knock me down and succeeded when my concentration diverted.

I was thrown on the footpath of a road laid on a city of a kingdom in the Eastern side of Verona, I got up to see myself back in a beggers state, my body was stinging and those clothes that I was wearing were patched and dirty as well,

What kind of new world of shit is this...?

I was in a sitting position when someone hit me with his leg on my back,

"Hey... you piece of shit....!"

Before I could turn around and take a look at the man calling me a shit, two men grabbed my arms, I couldn't resist as my body is still in the effect of that knockdown spray, and I was still dizzy with blurred vision.

They dragged me and lifted my head by clasping my hair,

"You got some muscles, huh?" said the man behind me,

"Take him over...!" he commanded and those two who was cle