The Protector Of Maran

Chapter 2:

Morgja woke up in the hospital, he was in a completely white room with only a bed and an armchair, in which Bardisen was sitting, as the only furniture, apart from that, there were several devices to measure the boy's vital signs and inject nutrients and other medicines into his blood, in addition, on his left arm the merchant's son was wearing a bracelet just like the one they used to measure the magical potential of newborns, although larger, the crystal ball to which it was connected was covered by half a dozen black cloths, and even so the white light it emitted was able to pass through them and look bright enough to affect the eyes if you looked at it for a long time. The doctor who had attended him was looking curiously at the crystal ball while taking notes from time to time.

"Are you sure you can't use magic?" asked the doctor, when he saw that Morgja had woken up and was trying to take off the bracelet.

"Why every time I come to the hospital you take the opportunity to put this thing on me?" asked the boy back, avoiding answering the doctor's question.

"You are a special case, even rarer than the hero, it is normal that we want to know as much as possible about your case," explained the man, approaching the boy to help him take off the bracelet. "According to what we know you should be able to use magic, but not only you are not capable, but you are also not able to use special skills like everyone else.

"Doctor, would you excuse us?" asked Bardisen, making the doctor leave the room so that the two boys could talk alone. "Was it necessary to make Shanex so angry?" asked the boy immediately, as soon as the doctor left the room.

"I didn't expect that the legendary hero was going to try to kill me," the boy answered, standing up, and immediately holding his chest from the sudden pain.

"You shouldn't move yet, the doctor said you have several fractures, you were lucky that Norah protected you in time, a little more and you would die" explained the boy, trying to make his friend lie down again to rest. "And Shanex may be a hero, but he is still a person and has feelings, it's normal that he gets angry to that extent, you know how in love he is with Norah."

"Those two are idiots, one is in love with a guy who has cheated on her three times and the other one doesn't dare to confess," exclaimed the boy, sitting on the bed to check the state of his body.
"If you hadn't asked her out, she wouldn't be in love with you," commented the boy, irritated by his friend's complaints.

"At the time I was in love with her," confessed the boy, finishing his check-up.

"It took you a week to cheat on her."

"My parents were overjoyed when they found out, I'm sure they were planning to use my relationship with Lea as a stair to a higher position."

"Are you telling me that sabotaging your parents was more important than your and Norah's happiness?" asked the warrior, understanding that his friend had cheated on the girl for the first time so that his parents would not reach a higher position at his expense.

"They only cared about me because I was the "future leader of the scholars", the most powerful archmage of all time, and when that failed, because I was the boyfriend of a duke's daughter, as soon as that was over they had no qualms about kicking me out of the house and disowning me as their son."

"Wait, they kicked you out of the house? When did that happen?" asked the boy, surprised by the news that the merchant's son had just given him.

"Today, that reminds me that I'm broke, so I have to go out and look for a job, see you."

Morgja got up and headed for the door of the room, at which point Bardisen put his hand on his shoulder and stopped him, the warrior was looking at his friend with a serious face, while the merchant's son kept a smile on his face even though his situation was not the best of all.

"It may not be much, but I can't leave a friend living in the street, with this you can at least pay for a few days at the inn," he explained, taking his friend's hand and placing in it a bag full of coins.

"Thank you," said the boy, putting the bag in his pocket, "I'm going to miss you, whatever you do don't let them kill you," he then asked, separating from his friend.

"I'll miss you too, anyway, I must go or I'll be late."

Bardisen left the room alone even though Morgja had nothing else to do there.

"Destiny Light Saber, huh?" thought the boy aloud, before slamming the back of his right hand against the wall and placing his left hand on his forehead "How did I let myself get knocked out by something with such a stupid name?" he then asked himself. "On top of that I was saved by a spell called Miraculous Water Armor.  Why don't they realize how embarrassing it is to shout all that nonsense?"

Finally the boy decided to go and look for a job. The moment he left the hospital he went to a store, there he used some of the money that Bardisen gave him to buy a newspaper and immediately began to read the section where people put job offers. The boy was reading each one of the ads, omitting all those that offered an indefinite job, since with the money that Bardisen had given him he could not be living for a month in a hotel, at least not in a decent one where he would not run the risk of being stabbed while sleeping among rats and cockroaches; after rigorously checking all the hourly jobs in the newspaper, which did not offer a good enough salary to cover the cost of food and lodging, the boy could not help but notice one of the ads for permanent work, a tiny ad on the last page, which indicated the small amount of money the employer could offer to the people of the newspaper to appear there, however, the fact of the difference in size with respect to the rest of the ads was what made the boy notice it, the job was as a guard in a town about 1027 kilometers from the capital, the salary was very low, however, it also offered a house; Seeing that both his economic and housing problems would go away if he accepted that job, Morgja took out the money bag and began to check if with all that, he would have enough to hire a carriage driver to take him to that place, and also cover the cost of his food on the trip.

"Let's see, it's 1027 kilometers, that means that if I go by carriage it will take me between five days and a week depending on the route we take; a carriage costs around 35 Bamen a day, so it would be between 175 and 245 Bamen, I'm going to assume that it's going to be the most expensive, that would leave me 15 Bamen for food and water; I will have to eat once every two days, but I think I can make it," thought the boy, making the necessary calculations to be able to make the trip, convinced that it was an opportunity he could not waste and that if he did not go as soon as possible someone would end up going ahead and getting the job.