Lord Thom looked at the enchanted blade in his hands and felt unstable.


 


He walked over to the window and reflected on his Blinding surroundings. He had always loved Beautiful Optranica with its tired, tender Temple. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel good about himself.


 


Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Harry. Harry was a giving knight with grubby Head and blood-stained hair.


Thom gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an intelligent, hungry, coco drinker with a handsome face and spiky Legs. His friends saw him as a sickly, shaky Lord. Once, he had even made a Healing potion for an injured villager.


 


But not even an intelligent person, who had once made a Healing potion for an injured villager was prepared for what Harry had in store today.


 


The rain hammered like running tiger, making Thom feel unstable.


 


As Thom stepped outside and Harry came closer, he could see the grieving glint in his eye.


 


"Look Thom," growled Harry, with a strong glare that reminded Thom of giving monkey. "It's not that I don't live you, but I want . You owe me 8646 Coiros(currency)."


 


Thom looked back, even more unstable and still Holding the enchanted blade. "Harry, we will stand today as lords of the great city," he replied.


 


They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two enraged lions about to fight.


Lord regarded Harry's blood-stained. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.


 


Harry glared. "Do you want me to shove that enchanted blade where the sun don't shine?"


 


Lord promptly remembered his intelligent and hungry values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."


Suddenly Harry turned and lunged at Thom trying to stab him in the thought, but Thom was fast and brought the enchanted blade down on his head.


Harry fell to the ground.


DEAD