3. Red Raven

The sun still shines in the sun. A twenty-four year old man walking in a city street had to endure the heat of direct exposure to the sun's golden light. He saw clearly a shadow of himself moving on him just below the footsteps of his current life moving on, heading for the Promised Land with his accomplice.

He hoped that Liza, Fyon, and Fyerith would be there after hurrying out of the desperate crowd. Since morning he joined a group of Aegis of the Sun who went from their guild to run a work they had taken from two days ago.

Juildith would rather rob a bank outside the city, escorted by Horald five days ago. Edgar hopes they both succeed.

The man walked as he looked up his head toward the sky. Looking brightly at the horizon this afternoon. It wasn't summer, but it was so hot and it made him so thirsty. He promised himself that when he arrived at the guild, the first thing he would do would be to sip a glass of water to quench his thirst.

His gaze was again focused on a large bag of rubies inside. Edgar could feel that when he gripped the sac in his left hand. That guy was a perfect target for himself. No, it was fyerith who suggested it before. That the man who had been the victim of the daytime market heist today was quite a wealthy man apparently.

Or might it be someone from a family of farmers who just happened to have raised money for a small business venture, developing a business from which he had made his fortune. But unfortunately that person had to have bad luck today. Edgar smiled with satisfaction, and the dark-haired man didn't care at all about his alleged fridges floating in the breeze.

Edgar back into his pants pocket. And his gaze was again fixed on his pace. His face was actually facing the front, his eyes catching the calm state of the road. It has also long been noticing the activity of the people living around this place.

Edgar is currently east of ortania. He's very familiar with everything that's happened to this city. He had been growing up exploring such hidey places, in order to satisfy his own thieving desires. With someone who was in his life back then. And right now, it just feels so awkward right now, and there has to be something that can sort out the kinks.

Edgar seemed to have forgotten something. The man drew his breath as he breathed heavily. He felt the cavity of his chest being full of the spring winds around him.

After a long walk, Edgar finally spotted a sizable tree standing on the lip of the path he was now on. And his eyes welled up around the place like he was looking for something. When he had the chance to guess that there was no one there, but the next second he thought it was suspect that there was a girl with ponytail that was familiar to Edgar.

Then he noticed a small, blond-haired child squatting down with a small twig on the ground as he lazily supported his chin. And a man standing not far from the pair was leaning behind a tree, his back to the road.

Edgar's tired face turned a hundred and eighty degrees once he saw who the figure was in the place. He even accelerated his pace to get there.

One girl who was seen brushed around her gaze only noticed the presence of the twenty-four year old man.

"Finally you arrived, Edgar." She said that it, immediately caused the two people around him to turn their eyes to the very figure he had been expecting. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long." Said Edgar.

The newly resurrected, blond-haired boy just floored in Edgar. "No, I'm not. We also just got here five minutes ago." He said.

"How did you get away with those people at the market, Edgar?" Asked a man a year younger than him. Edgar answered with a smile. "It's easy, Fyon. They're really nothing to us, aren't they?" He said gloating.

The ponytail girl standing in front of him also smiled: "Well, let's see what we got there." She said, baring a shiny object like the morning light of a dazzling morning. The girl was holding two pieces of jewelry in her hand.

"That's wonderful, Liza!" Edgar exclaimed praising the girl. "If it weren't for that noise, Fyon and I wouldn't have been able to get this thing." Answer the girl. "This is all I got." Edgar's back. The man tossed a Ruby sac earlier that he had dug up from inside his pocket, hurling it towards the Fyon. The man was surprised, but luckily he caught him even though he had almost hit him in the face.

"This?" Said the dark-haired man. Edgar nodded. "That's more than enough." Fyerith says it over. "You're right." Edgar's toe while ruffling fyerith's chubby blonde hair. The kid's growing fast. Edgar used to think Fyerith was a crybaby. He even had time to forget how Fyerith progressed so quickly. It's either advice from horald or it's influence on the people of the guild. Dryzell's definitely out.

That guy won't look at anyone who lives in the guild, if he's a bully ora spoiled one, that young man won't be so easy to hit anyone. Edgar was practically smiling bitterly on that account. But in different situations there was a time when Dryzell played his part like a father to his children. The man was sometimes very concerned about his love for the Red Raven guild.

"All right, we got to get back to the guild now." Edgar's instructions to his accomplice. Everyone close to him is going straight to him without having to answer to Edgar.

The four of them moved away from where they were, rushing to the old house where they had found shelter.

The Red Raven guild is behind a downtown adjacent to the trees that decorate the place. Plus a grove a few hundred yards from the back of the guild, then if anyone breaks through, then the next view isa lake bed with its quiet waters there.

Edgar had noticed across the lake that there was a village he had never stepped on in his life. That village was not a Hold Widden that had existed in his memory all his life.

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