The last stop

The carriage kept moving forward with a stable pace lightly rocking sideways due to the bumps on the road, the rocking made Cyrillus sleepy. even though he had slept for a long time he still felt sleepy. Sagaris who sat across him kept his eyes closed resting his head without any intention of initiating a conversation.

Cyrillus was struggling with his thoughts as a few things revolved in his mind, 'should I sleep again? or should I try speaking to this old man?'

"we will soon arrive at a city, this is the last city we will be halting at, make sure to fill your stomach up before we leave again," Sagaris said without opening his eyes.

Cyrillus nodded lightly as he started looking outside the window waiting for their destination.

As the carriage reached its destination, Cyrillus impatiently kicked the door open and leaped out, stretching his body with a weary yawn. "This carriage is painfully sluggish. I could have circled the entire Earth in a car by now," he grumbled, glancing around with a jaded expression.

Sagaris inquired, "There's a nearby magic association. I have some business there. Would you like to accompany me, or would you prefer to explore the city on your own?"

Cyrillus replied, "I'll just wander around. Sitting in one place for hours is exhausting."

"Very well, I'll meet you here later," Sagaris acknowledged, closing the carriage door as he headed toward the association.

Cyrillus took in his surroundings. He found himself in the city square, where a white marble fountain graced the center, its waters cascading from the top. The fountain's edges were occupied by a smattering of people and couples engaged in cheerful conversations.

On the whole, it seemed to be a tranquil city, where people enjoyed an abundance of leisure time. The square was meticulously paved with well-cut stones, creating an atmosphere of calm that contrasted with the noise surrounding him.

Cyrillus strolled aimlessly in a random direction, contemplating the city's exploration as his sole diversion. He had taken precautions, leaving most of his money in the carriage and keeping just a single silver piece with him. "In this city, there are always those desperate little pickpocket brats with tragic backstories who steal from unsuspecting travelers," he mused, his cynicism underscoring every thought.

As Cyrillus continued to explore the marketplace, he couldn't resist sampling the unique fruits this new world had to offer. The vendors called out to attract potential customers, and he decided to try a variety of fruits, some of which resembled those from his previous world but had different names. He savored the tastes and textures of these exotic fruits, experiencing new flavors and combinations that he hadn't encountered before. One particular fruit, reminiscent of an apple with a musk melon and lemon flavor, caught his attention due to its high price. It was considered a spiritual fruit believed to enhance a person's connection with nature.

After indulging in these culinary delights, he left the fruit stalls behind and continued his exploration of the city. Unbeknownst to him, he soon found himself in a more desolate and disreputable part of the city. The bustling streets and well-dressed people had given way to a different atmosphere. Here, the crowd was sparse, and the residents had a peculiar and vigilant appearance, dressed in odd attire with serious expressions. It was evident that this area was a hub for the black market, where illicit transactions and shady businesses thrived. Alleyways served as meeting spots for thieves and drug peddlers.

Cyrillus had unwittingly ventured into a different world within the city, a place where danger lurked around every corner. It was a stark contrast to the peaceful and serene marketplace he had previously explored. The sense of foreboding grew as he continued to walk deeper into this unfamiliar territory. 

Cyrillus had unintentionally walked much further than he had originally intended. He glanced up at the relentless red giant in the sky, the sun burning with unyielding intensity. 'Maybe another hour and a half before he picks me up,' he calculated silently, continuing on his path. What he failed to notice, however, was that the people around him were eyeing him with suspicion.

Viewed from a different perspective, here was a person dressed in fine clothes, strolling leisurely down the road with no apparent worry about potential attackers or the need to conceal his identity. Such a person was either a complete fool, offering himself up as a tempting target for thieves and thugs, or a true powerhouse who could effortlessly dispatch any threat that came his way. But how could one distinguish between the two? If it turned out to be the former, it would be a lucky day for the onlookers, potentially leading to a sudden windfall. Yet, if it were the latter, the consequences could be grave, resulting in an unexpected "funeral" overnight.

With this in mind, no one among the passersby attempted to stop him.

Perhaps individuals like him are what we might colloquially refer to as "lucky idiots"?