Faul: The Reincarnation

Chapter 8: The Boy Billie

They arrived in the city after long hours of journey. Maria took the two boys and moved to Jura, a city close to the capital city of Kaar. Because they had stayed away from the activities in the main city for years, they didn't have any coin to rent an apartment. So, they went down to the area allocated for refugees, but before that, they had to go and register as refugees in the city hall.

As they entered the city hall, all eyes were on them. Maria was wearing a black cloak, so no one could tell who she was. Billie and Faul were standing close to the door while Maria headed to the registration booth to get them registered.

"Sir, we came to register as refugees," Maria said to the man in the registration booth.

The man raised his eyes and stared at Maria with a malicious gaze because he had seen how beautiful Maria looked and had already imagined getting her on his bed.

"One gold coin, but if you don't have it, I can take you in for just a night and give a beauty like you a free registration," the man said with anticipation of playing with beauty.

Faul overheard what the man said, and anger rose inside him. He wanted to rush over and beat up the shameless man who had the guts to talk down on his mother, but Billie held his hand as a sign to be cool.

"Greg, are you not going too far?" a muscular man sitting quietly in the corner said to the registrar with fiery eyes.

"Hehehe... Alfred, it's not like that," said the registrar. After he met the fiery eyes of the man, he immediately dispersed the malicious thoughts he had.

"Lady, there's a rule the emperor sent out years ago: each city must collect a registration f*e from any refugee who is not from the fallen city of Karaza. The registration f*e is just one silver coin or a fight with a warrior of the city hall to get free registration if you win," the registrar said, staring at Maria.

Maria did not say a word for a while, until the registrar asked again.

"What do you want to do, lady? Are you from Karaza? If not, I'm afraid you have to either pay or fight," the registrar added.

"Greg, why are you asking if she was from Karaza? We both know that there is no longer any dimwit from Karaza that hasn't settled down by now," a man said, sitting down with his men around a table.

"Mind your words, Draka. People of Karaza are not dimwits. Do you think you can stand and win against a twenty-year-old Karaza warrior? You might be the city hall warrior, but I doubt you have fought any man from Karaza," said Alfred, glaring at Draka.

"Karaza might be strong, but we haven't seen anyone from there fight before, not even you, Alfred. I hope you heard the news about how a group from Karaza who was taking refuge on the island of Shunga ten years ago tried to murder the wife and child of the great warrior Frederick. So tell me why they can't be called dimwits," said Draka, making jest of Alfred.

Alfred didn't say another word. Instead, he picked up the wine before him and gulped it down before sitting up and leaving the hall.

The words Draka said to Alfred brought back memories for Maria, Faul, and Billie.

"We don't have any money. I will fight. If I win, we can get free registration, right?" Billie said, walking forward, knowing fully well that Maria was lost in thought, not knowing what to do. He knew that Maria didn't want people to know they were from Karaza.

"Yes, yes, but kid, are you sure you want to fight?" Greg asked, showing a little concern for the young Billie.

Without waiting for Greg to finish, Billie had already drawn his short sword from its scabbard. The sword let out a bright glistening light, showing its murderous aura.

"Kid, you are good, but I doubt you can beat my apprentice with that sloppy technique of yours," Draka said, laughing at Billie.

"We can have a go at it then," Billie retorted.

"Nate, show the kid how it's done," Draka said to the youngest warrior among them.

Nate got up elegantly, with pride written all over his aura, and said to Billie, "Let our swords speak for us."

Nate drew the twin short swords hanging behind his back and immediately attacked Billie without warning.

"Oh, that was fast," Billie thought, immediately taking a stance while also sheathing his sword, waiting for the right moment to draw.

Nate left his position and created afterimages in the air. The distance of ten meters was covered in a two-foot step, and he used his sword technique, cutting down straight at Billie's left shoulder with one hand and the other at Billie's tendon. This technique alone was too hard to avoid as he could easily change his attacking technique at any moment.

"Too slow," Billie said, immediately drawing his sword. Billie wasn't aiming to kill but to win, so he used the flat end of the sword to hit Nate.

*Bang!* Nate was sent ten meters back, crashing into the wall of the hall and fainting instantly.

"What just happened?"

"We didn't even see him move!"

"Does he have magic?"

All the people in the hall were asking no one in particular.

"I won, didn't I? So please, our registration," Billie said, walking to the registration booth.

Faul jumped on Billie and said, "Billie, you have grown stronger!"

Billie just smiled and nodded.

Greg gave them a form, and they filled it out. The registration was completed, and the three of them left the hall.

"Billie," Maria called.

"Thank you for taking up the registration process," Maria said to Billie as they were going to the refugee side of the city.