Chapter 012 | the changeable boy

I can only vaguely remember my way home. But I seemed to have gone back to my cabin. Number 4 if I remember correctly.

While I was lying on my back in bed. I slowly realized that I should get up to pick up my weapon from the forge with Graham. I wonder what kind of weapon it could be. Yesterday you could already see a lot of bizarre and unique weapons in the plaza. Like umbrellas, lances, 3 swords at once, and much more. This blacksmith seems to be doing a good deal here. No wonder with his Ristic.

I now turned to the edge of the table to get off the bed. When I lifted my chin to see the room in front of me, I saw a double bed on the other side. Someone was lying in the upper bunk, but the bedspread hid the entire figure. But what bothered me more at that moment was the person in the lower bed.

It was yesterday's boy. I mean his name was Varro. He was the boy who gave me these yellow drugs. And I promised him I would answer all of his questions.

I lost the mood to have a conversation with him now.

It seemed like we both got out of bed at the same time. Varro stared at me. His short, deep black hair was still half hanging on his face. Slowly but very slowly, the corners of his mouth began to move upwards. He started smiling ?!

A really strange boy

I thought to myself. We kept staring at each other until Varro suddenly came up to me:

,, Hi! I'm Varro, we met yesterday '' he held out his hand to me, "I wish you a good morning"

I was still a little confused. His behavior was as if someone had suddenly flipped a switch in his brain. He seems like a very nice boy after all. It looks like I judged him too early.

We shook hands.

In a good mood, I said to him: "I promised you yesterday that I would answer your questions, didn't I? I have to get dressed first anyway. So you can calmly ask me your questions in the meantime.

I imitated Graham when we were with the landlord. So I can save a lot more time. I still have an appointment with Graham

Varro: ,,Well then I'll do it! Actually, I only have 2 questions.

Paul: "That fits well, then ask"

Varro: "IS IT TRUE, YOU REALLY DON'T HAVE A RISTIC ?!" he shouted.

Its volume threw me a bit off track. At least someone seemed to be sleeping in this room.

Paul: "Yes ... It is true that I do not own a Ristic. Do you want to laugh at me somehow now? ''

Varro: "Not at all. I think that's super cool! LIKE A REAL UNDERDOG! ''

Ugh ... I guess I'll have to get used to his outbursts of screams.

Varro: "My second question would be. Where did you get that funny-looking hat from? ''

He points to the hat I had on my head. It was a leather cap with glasses.

(see Lexicon: Paul Hatcher

"Aviator hat")

"It's an old hat that my father gave me when he left our clan. He probably found it once in a forest ''

Varro: "fascinating, it looks cool"

I was a little flattered. I only wore this hat for protection, but I've never really noticed the aesthetic fact before.

Paul: "I'm sorry, Varro, but I have to go to Graham now. I'm sure he's expecting me! ''

"Good, see you later"