"What's that? That's just the price of the juices and bread. How will you pay for your other crimes? You won't escape, homeless one; you'll become a slave."
The guard fell to the ground. The waiter was astonished and turned behind him, but before he saw what was happening, he too fell to the ground.
Shiros looked... It was his old companions.
He laughed hard and happily; they had saved him: "Friends, hello, hello, you saved my life."
But the group's leader said: "How much do you have, Shiros?"
"I have 341 dirhams."
"Put them in the guard's pocket. We'll take the two men and throw them somewhere."
"What? But the price is one hundred, and double is two hundred."
"Shiros, you'll bribe these two to leave you alone."
"But how will I live? That's all I have."
"Find a job."
After the homeless cartel carried the unconscious guard and waiter... they put all 341 dirhams in the latter's pockets and left them on their way, returning to the alley.
"Shiros, so how is your life?"
"It was good until you forced me to give all my money to those fanatics... What's the problem with sitting in a sorcerers' exchanges café? I'll become a sorcerer in the future too."
Everyone laughed.
"Shiros, you can only be an employee. How can you become a sorcerer when you haven't apprenticed in the sorcery school whose costs are the most expensive services in Babylon?"
"Hmph, why is people's fate tied to something trivial like money... I'll learn alone."
"You want to become a warlock... Why not?"
Although they were homeless, they weren't hopeless, gloomy, or even negative. The only thing that puts you in inferiority to the point of becoming homeless isn't stupidity, foolishness, or bad habits—it's just bad luck. Resources, money, sustenance, and food on the table are the gods' responsibility.
Shiros said: "I plan to work with demons when I become a warlock; then they'll help me treat the sick."
Everyone .....
The next day, Shiros woke to the sound of crows cawing over Babylon's sky, and he was happy. He had made plans in his head before sleeping. He got out of bed, bathed in cold water, then went down to the innkeeper.
"Hello, my dear strong uncle."
"Hahahaha, Shiros, this praise has a request behind it. I think you intend to marry."
Shiros ignored the accusations directed at him and said: "Why don't you rest forever and let me work in your place and give me a respectable salary?"
The innkeeper was surprised: "You want to work? But where is your money?"
Shiros scratched his chin and said shyly: "I'll tell you, hehe."
....
"Hahahahahaha, what a fool you are, my dear little one."
"Listen, I'll let you work three days a week, and I'll work the other four days."
Shiros remained silent, looking at the innkeeper.
"And the salary will be 40 dirhams a month."
Shiros: "Ah, that's little."
Innkeeper: "That's what I can offer."
Shiros agreed to the amount because his goal from work wasn't the money.
The next day, Shiros was sitting at the reception desk, his eyes shining with courage.
"Hehe, it's time to hunt the warlock."