"Please help me, O' Blessed One of the Gods!!"
'What. The. Fuck?!'
Luka reflexively unsheathed his sword and pointed it very close to the beggar's neck.
"Who the fuck are you? How the fuck do you know who I am?!"
"Woah! Calm down!"
The unkempt man raised his arms out of fear. He did not want to lose his life just yet.
A sailor noticed Luka's aggression towards the beggar and called him out.
"Hey! No killing on the port! I'll call the city's knights on you!"
"Tch. Follow me if you don't want to die a gruesome death."
"D-does that mean... you'll let me live?"
"..." Luka did not answer.
"Y-you'll let me live... right?"
Luka still kept silent. The man's fear for his life started to make him imagine different scenarios of his death.
Out of pure fear, he followed Luka to an isolated location; An alleyway between two tall buildings that almost blocked the sun from shining down on the ground.