Sick

Year 9988, Day 14 of the Month of the Rain.

It was the month of rain, and in the Town of Hope many people were ill, but not from any disease, but from the Hundred Days Plague. It was a terrible disease where eight out of ten patients ended up dead.

And, today, Luciel was incredibly sad and scared, because a person precious to him had fallen ill. It was about Don Armando, who this morning woke up with symptoms, which made Doña Julieta decide to close the restaurant for a few days s to focus on taking care of her husband, while the others stayed at home so that they did not get sick, the only person besides Don Armando's family who came to see him was Luciel, who was in Don's bedroom right now. Armando.

"Don't worry Luciel, everything will be fine." - said Don Armando who was lying on her bed. - "You will see that I will defeat this damn disease."

"..." - Luciel nodded, but he did not like to see the person he trusted the most at present tired, pale and in pain.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me, after all, I'm a strong person, you'll see that in a couple of days I'll be perfectly fine."

"Even so…"

"Already." - Don Armando thought of something so that Luciel would be distracted a bit. - "How about I tell you how I became an Adventurer."

"Hey?"

"Come on, it's not that long a story."

"..." - Luciel knew what Don Armando, and so as not to worry him, he decided to pay attention to him. "It's okay."

"Okay, now, where do I start ..."

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(POV # 3: Don Armando).

It was the year 9945, I was just a young man who had recently turned fifteen, being in that way considered an adult, I did not really know what to do with my life. My father wanted me to continue the family tradition of working on the family farm, but I did not want to be a farmer, that was not what I wanted to do with my life. For that reason, I took a sack where I put some of my clothes, essential tools for every trip, some of the money that I had been saving since I worked in a small restaurant in the town where I lived, and my old Identification Card, and in that way , I decided to leave my home.

My parents didn't want me to do that, but I had already made the decision to go on a trip, see the world, see landscapes and other people, in that way, at fifteen, I left my family, my home and my town , and I went on a trip.

I will not lie to you, on my trip I had too many difficulties, one of them was the lack of money, so in each town I came to, I put myself to work a couple of days to get money, I worked in small jobs, either as Helper of some blacksmith or carpenter, I also thought about becoming a Guard, but felt that it did not suit me.

In those times, despite my difficulties, I felt free, I felt that I could do anything, and just when a year had passed since my journey began, I decided to become an Adventurer.

I was in the City of Mara, the county seat of Vermont, the county where we live. Right at the entrance he had seen a group of adventurers who had hunted a fearsome beast being greeted by applause, apparently the monster had threatened the city for several days, and those adventurers came from The Citadel to eliminate the threat.

At that moment, something inside me told me that it would not be too bad to become an adventurer, so I decided to sign up. And, on that day I would meet my best friend, another young man who, like me, had also decided to leave his home and his hometown in search of a different life, someone who, on that same day, had also decided to register as adventurer, someone that together we would face the Guild Examiner, and in the middle of the ground, we both realized how truly weak we were.

In our respective villages we were considered strong, powerful, and talented, after all, not anyone in a village who does not train enough or has talent can surpass the Rank of Village Novice and become a Town Expert. We were both Town Experts, and yet the Examiner who had our same power rank tore us apart, he taught us two things.

First, it did not really matter what range of power you possess, if you do not have enough fighting experience, you will not really serve in combat.

And second, that the Town Experts really were not considered a big deal in a city like Mara.

We needed combat experience and training, we also needed to focus on cultivation, and, Clinton, like me, on that day our understanding of the world and true power increased, realizing how weak and arrogant we really were, and what we really were. much that we needed to be considered incredibly strong people.

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"Hahaha, yeah, I still remember very well the beating that Examiner gave me and Clinton." - said Don Armando, who began to spit blood and writhe in pain. - "Ah!"

"Don Armando!" - Luciel got worried, and did not know what to do, until Don Armando stopped squirming. - "Don Armando?" - Don Armando had fainted, and Luciel who had seen Don Armando writhing in pain felt awfully bad, so he ran out of there and went to Dr. Aris's clinic.

"Doctor!"

"Luciel, what is it?" - said Aris, who continued to wear his white mask as always without any feature or detail about the mask.

"It's Don Armando ... he ... he has the Hundred Days Plague." - Luciel said. - "Please doctor, please heal Don Armando."

"..."

"Doctor, I beg you, save Don Armando." - Luciel said more desperately.

"It's not that easy Luciel, I haven't been given to the Thousand Year Grass yet." - said Dr. Aris. - "I already told you that to carry out the cure for the Hundred Days Plague many ingredients are needed, all are easy to get, except for one, and that is the Thousand Year Grass, which has not yet been found. "

"But ... what will happen to Don Armando?"

"Calm down Luciel, the adventurers have already been looking for the herb, they will surely find it soon, besides, Don Armando is someone strong, he is not like that, I know you care a lot about him, but I am sure that he will resist long enough until I give the grass, you'll see. "

"..."

"Stop worrying so much, by worrying you won't achieve anything with that, just wait quietly for the Adventurers to find the Thousand Year Grass, understand?"

"..." - Luciel nodded his head slightly.

"Well now, go rest, he noticed the fatigue on your face. Rest and do not worry, Don Armando is someone strong, I assure you that nothing will happen to him. "

"Yes." - Luciel said that he was leaving the clinic.

As she left there, Liz gave Aris a cup of tea.

"How that young man screams and worries." - she said.

"Well, Luciel is a good and kind person, and Don Armando is a very important person to him, so it is normal for him to worry too much."

"Even so, in a few days we will no longer have to listen to your concerns."

"Yes ..." - Aris said with some sadness.