The King of The Lost Kingdom: The Beginning

Chapter X: Odd Recruitment

In the dark alleys of western Noche, the ruckus about a magic master thief is very rampant... the way how he is caught still makes the public chuckle.

"I... want to die.", a man in a tuxedo with big dark circles on his eyes cried as he pointed a gun at himself, however, as soon as he pulled the trigger, a wine bottle's cork exploded out of nowhere making his gun's bullet hit a man who just stole an old woman's purse.

"Catch him!", a Traveler Police caught up with the injured criminal and handcuffed his arms while applying first aid with the criminal's leg who was just hit by a gun. 

Another police looked at the suicidal man and thanked him, "Thank you citizen for shooting at the criminal, helping us catch up to him, he was a sprinting magic master, so he was quite a fuss at our wanted list for two months.", bowed the police, "However, by law, we need to ask you for your weapon license..."

"I... do not have one...", said the suicidal man.

"Well, that is an illegal position of firearms...", the police sighed, "Despite our gratefulness, we still need to carry the law... you are also under arrest."

"Could you please just kill me.", sighed the suicidal man.

"What?", the police smiled in confusion.

While the police were so confused and had a hard time digesting what the man had just said, a woman dressed in silk approached the police and touched his back.

"Sorry ma'am, this is a crime scene.", as soon the police looked at the woman who touched his back, he jellied out in fear, "Councilor Quin...."

"Hello, Traveler.", Quin smiled.

The suicidal man also petrified in shock as soon as he saw Quin.

"Uhm Councilor...", the police almost cried on the ground due to the shivers of his spine, "What is our business for today?"

"I have a business for this man in a suit, may you leave us for a minute?"

"Y-yes councilor.", the police quickly stood up and with his peer, took the injured criminal straight to prison.

Quin looked at the suicidal man and bowed for respect.

The man also reciprocated bows, but his bow was so low- his head almost hit the ground... it's almost like he wanted it to hit for his head to crack open with the impact.

"Effrayer, am I right?"

"..."

"Effrayer Corbeau, the suicidal son of the noble who handles the region of Buena."

"Indeed, I am that miss councilor, but you can call me simply- Fray."

"Well, then Fray, tell me despite how suicidal you are, how come you're still alive?"

"I don't know miss councilor...", Fray looked at Quin, "I just do."

"You have extreme luck that rivals gods themselves.", Quin chuckled, "What a circus."

"Please kill me miss councilor, I wanted to die so bad... One time, I jumped off the roof of the tallest building in the south, specifically, the nation of Pulo, but instead of dying, I fell unto a trampoline, which caused me to bounce towards a choking man... that man was the president, and the story went like I saved the mayor from choking- thus, I received a national award. I just wanted to die miss."

Quin laughed, "How odd."

Under the bright of the day, in the central plaza of the capital of Noche, Nonfaux, the owner of a northern-inspired dishes restaurant, the infamous Bukphet Rasojia, held a grand eating contest, the championship goes that the first man to finish the 5-kilogram Khifron, a northern rice ball delicacy filled with different sorts of herbs, gets to win How Deep Is Your Love the radio show merch.