Story of Sword

"Favors are not to be so easily sold, Kid."

Orion slowly turned back to see a bearded man with a smile on his face. The brown hair of his beard as well as his hair was an obvious indication of his western descent. But the distinct feature of his face was opaque black glasses that he was wearing on his eyes.

It didn't take long for Orion to guess that he probably couldn't see with his eyes as he looked at the walking stick in his other hand. His conjecture proved right as the man used his elbow as a guide to sit alongside them on the chair. 

"Very Clever boy! Just as what I expect from Business pursuing race. How's your father doing?"

Jun Ho's face turned red as he chuckled nervously, 

"Well, he could always deny it. Father is doing good, thanks to you…"

"Don't Quote me. I left my duties long ago. Now I am just a street vagrant Rich. I just coincidentally walked in at the appropriate moment, what do you say? "