‘’All right! You two can continue your way to the garden of the noblemen.’’
Hugh: Thank you very much, sir!
The guard; who has just given permission to Leon and Hugh; pats on Leon’s shoulder…
‘’I’ve never seen here in the Tree city, and we found out that you were in some guild of magic…’’
Leon removes the guard’s hand.
Leon: What the point?
‘’Do not even think about doing anything stupid!’’
Leon: Heh, whatever…
Hugh: Haha! Don’t worry! Don’t worry! Everything will be okay.
Leon pulls the wagon in a spiral way around the huge wall.
Leon: So, what’s the story of all this?
Hugh: Young man Leon, this city, no… The tree city is divided into three zones, the one where I found you it’s the zone of the normal people… Heh… It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? You can call it the zone of the poor
