He was extremely quiet, a man of few words.

The villagers asked him, "What's your name?"

He answered mildly, "I forgot. Just call me Ben!"

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"What can you do?"

The man shook his head. "I don't know."

The villagers revealed a look of disdain.

"You're just a pretty boy." Someone spat out these words at him.

He shot a stern gaze at the man, causing him to cower in fright.

After two days and one night on the train, they finally arrived in Imperial Capital.

at the train station after

metropolis, the bustling crowd, and the traffic. This sight seemed to be

a kind villager turned

let Stan Hitchens and the rest leave you behind.

walked for a long time before coming to a dirty

reluctant to go in. The

stand at the door as he looked

keep all of you only because I begged him for a very long time. See those sandbags in front? Your daily task is to unload the

month. That's way more than what

Ben in an exceedingly cocky manner. "Hey, what about you? Are you

out of the woven bags. He could imagine how filthy he would be at the

Ben frowned.

displeased. He said, "Leave if you can't do it. I hate pretty

for a living."

was provoked. "I'll

and the

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