Orario and balance 2.302

After the meeting with Hitomi, Viggo headed southeast, where the Dedalus region was located. He stopped in front of a humble one-story house with a wooden fence and a small front garden two meters deep. In that place there was a small pallum of brown hair that measured a little more than one meter with twenty centimeters. She wore a one-piece dress and beige apron while working in the small garden.

—Good afternoon— said Viggo, stopping in front of the fence.

The little brown-haired pallum raised her face and looked at Viggo of prominent stature, he was almost twice her —Yes?— she asked with concern in her eyes.

—I'm looking for Edgar, do you know him?—

Little Pallum looked down and said —No, I'm sorry, sir, I don't know anyone by that name—

—Don't worry, miss— Viggo replied with a friendly smile —I know Edgar has had problems and the lenders have come looking for him, but I'm not looking for Edgar to charge him something. On the contrary, I want to offer him a job—

—Lilian— said a manly voice from inside the house. A man with very short hair and great stature came out —go inside, let me talk to him—

Pallum Lilian looked at Edgar and then looked at Viggo. The latter was a head taller than Edgar, not to mention that his physique was a world apart.

—Will you be, okay?— asked Lilian, afraid something would happen to him.

—Yes, no problem, Mr. Viggo is a great benefactor who I could not repay his goodwill with all the gold in the world—

Lilian looked at Viggo and the latter gestured a smile and nodded. Lilian understood that Edgar would have no problem and entered the house.

—How have you been, Mr. Viggo?— asked Edgar, approaching the meter-high wooden fence. It was intended for a pallum, so Edgar was able to rest both hands on the fence.

—Don't you plan to go out and say hello to an old friend?— asked Viggo with a broad smile and a mocking tone.

—As always, you have a cruel sense of humor. I remember that you always call me dog face—

—Well, if you didn't try to put an abandoned puppy face in front of every woman you know, I wouldn't have the need to make fun of you. However, I can see that your friend is not seen that way—

Edgar frowned and said —My affairs with Lilian are none of your business—

—Yes, of course, well, I'm coming to collect a debt— Viggo replied matter-of-factly.

—You told Lilian you didn't want anything—

—Why so banal, Edgar, my friend?— asked Viggo, looking at him with a smile and a sharp look.

Edgar finally looked into his eyes and realized that the iris in Viggo's eyes was golden as a stream of golden energy ran through his eyes from side to side. Edgar stepped back, but Viggo stretched his hand over the fence and held his forearm. Then he threw him towards the fence and stared at him only a few inches.

—More than two years ago I saved the ass of a stupid aristocrat who when he returned from the empire worked for a couple of months and then abandoned everything— whispered Viggo in a biting tone while showing a carnivorous smile —that person squandered everything and now tries to look like a good person. Don't make me laugh Edgar. You owe me, now you must pay me—

—You don't know anything about me or Lilian— Edgar whispered back in a scathing tone as he looked at those golden pupils —I have changed, I have lost everything and during that misery and she saved me. I owe her everything, if you want my life, fine, but don't do anything to Lilian, monster—

Viggo let go of his forearm and Edgar backed away, stumbled with his feet, and fell on his ass.

—In that case it's great, I hope you marry her— Viggo said loudly —but with money you will buy things. So, I come to offer you a good job. You can consider it an advisory—

Edgar looked at Viggo from the ground, he looked like a giant with red hair and his forehead darkened by the shadow cast by the sun. Edgar looked down and thought about it a little. Then he got up and looked Viggo in the face —What kind of work? Your wives are excellent administrators, my skill is not necessary with them at the helm—

—Ooooh, my friend, you're thinking is too limited, you can't see where I'm going. You see, I have a great project and a talented person, but she lacks your social and commercial touch. You will help her sell ice cream in winter and firewood in summer. That will be your task. If you do it well enough, I will help you start your own business. As you know, I have the resources—

Edgar showed a smile full of disdain and replied —it won't be that your wife and mother have the resources—

—My friend, I still don't inherit my mother's, but my wife's is also mine. If I asked her to liquidate any of her businesses and give me the money, she would—

—As conceited as ever—

—Everyone has something that is good at, Edgar. Some of us train and improve over time. Other fools hide and stop being who they are because of a lack of love. Now can I count on you?—

—The schedule?—

—Oooh, don't worry, I'll leave you enough free time so you can take care of your beloved, but you must promise to help Hitomi, that's her name—

Edgar frowned but nodded —I need money—

—Do you say it because of your stupid debts?— asked Viggo with a touch of superiority —don't worry, the person who found your whereabouts for me already talked to the moneylenders. They will leave you alone, now your debt is to me, work hard, Edgar—

Viggo turned around and saw out of the corner of his eye the little pallum looking over the edge of the lintel of the house. Viggo winked at her, and she hid. Viggo shook his head and continued along Dedalus Street.

—Wait— shouted Edgar, stepping out into the street and running after Viggo. The latter stopped, turned around, and look forward to it with a calm expression.

—What's wrong, Edgar?— asked Viggo, bringing his right fist to his left hand and rubbing it against his palm —Do you need motivation to work?—

Edgar took two steps back and raised his hands while denying —no, no, not at all—

Viggo smiled and gave a funny chuckle, then under his hands and Edgar came closer again until he stopped a meter away.

—You know things— Edgar said as if reminding Viggo of his power to see the future —I want you to see if Lilian is okay. I will work for you until the end of my life, but I want you to see every year how Lilian will be. It is my only request. I can even work for the minimum amount—

Viggo stared at Edgar for a few seconds and understood that this guy was really worried about that girl —Do you love her so much?— he asked.

Edgar nodded and replied —yes, she is everything to me. I'm not afraid to sell you my soul or destroy my body for it—

—Okay, but never, never, you should tell anyone about my abilities—

—Yes, but...—

—But?—

—I have already spoken to the emperor about you—

—And you think I don't know? What didn't I know you would betray me?— Viggo advanced a little, hugged Edgar and with his right hand, behind his back, he squeezed his neck so hard that he made Edgar scream, but Viggo pressed him to his chest and increased the pressure on his neck —I know, Edgar, I know what you were going to do at all times. I never bother, but that doesn't mean I will now allow such betrayal. If it happens again, I will kill you, but first I will let you see how that girl Lilian dies in front of your eyes—

Viggo let go of his neck and then released Edgar, who pushed Viggo, but Viggo was so robust that he was the one who was thrown back. He stumbled with his feet and fell on his ass. His face was red from the terrible pain that was squeezed on his neck. Edgar looked up and again saw Viggo as a huge dark leftover with red hair. However, his previously hidden eyes emitted an electric glow that projected rays of golden energy outside his eyes.

—Keep that in mind, Edgar, I don't like traitors— said Viggo, turned around and resumed his journey back home —tomorrow at eight o'clock at the entrance to Semiramis' company. We'll talk business, don't be late—

Viggo continued walking, but his eyes felt sore from overexposure to sunlight. His power was too strong for him, he needed to learn to control it, or he would char his own body in a fit of rage. Now he understood why his father said sunlight was a wild horse difficult to tame. Viggo felt terribly powerful inside, but it was as if something grew in his chest and he couldn't control it, giving him the impression that it would explode.

Viggo controlled his breathing and as he supposed, quickly the pain and the increased power of sunlight stopped. He gradually waned, but as he moved forward with his head down so as not to alert people with his eyes emitting rays of golden energy, he saw something interesting. Those who were adventurous or at least it was noticeable on the outside that they were, had a golden sphere inside at the height of the heart. Then Viggo thought that this must be the falna and because his father said that when an adventurer reaches level eight, the soul sublimates. Humans can generate a small divinity that gives them a much higher potency. In the end, the gods in Orario were only on earth with the intention of creating new gods. Hence the importance of the king of the gods. However, Viggo already had his divinity since childhood. It was so strong that he could not receive falna from his mother or other gods. All this means that the experiment of the primordial in this world failed.

Viggo raised his face to the sky and stood still as people looked at him. He was too tall, his clothes too luxurious for Dedalus, and his red hair too flashy. However, Viggo didn't care about the looks of the others and only concentrated on the sky —Is that why they abandon us?— ask —Why was all this a huge failure and they couldn't manufacture one of you?—

People stared at him, some laughed at him, others passed by the side as quickly as possible to get away from him. Viggo stared at the sky while his eyes felt more relaxed and less tired from overexposure to the divinity of sunlight.

—It doesn't matter— Viggo replied to himself, began to walk, and murmured —I will protect this world, I will give humanity a second chance. I will accomplish what you could not—

People who could see Viggo head-on were frightened to see the rays of golden light coming out of his eyes as if he were a god of destruction.