The old room was dark, only the small candle could illuminate a small part of the room. Sitting on his bed trying to decipher the old grimoire he recieved as gift Bradley's thoughts were filled with joy and satisfaction
"I can't believe she really agreed to give me that book despite my… past mistakes" Brad said with barely contained enthusiasm. Brad never had a easy life… in his early years he always thought that life was cruel. Being born as a slave isn't always soft especially when he was born as the slave of master Gunnoan. Gunnoan is a rich noble man, his only flaw is his disgusting lack of humanity and empathy… "Anyway let's focus on this beautiful gift !" Brad said while waving his head trying to disperse bad thoughts. "If I manage to decipher it I could make so much money ! Who knows i may even be able to buy my freedom !" Yes freedom is something that you can buy even though it may sounds weird for some people. Brad opened the old grimoire, the pages are so old that Brad fear that it might not contain the small strength he apply by simply turning the pages. It must be written in Old Frankia Bradley thought at first glance and he is seemingly right, Bradley's analysis skills is unmatched in this city, even thought Morianga isn't a big city it is still very impressive for a slave like him to have such a great talent… it's also such a waste. "Lege Vengent Cege Legevege Eg Kogosa Laga Mogod, it's such a funny language !" Brad thought, he brushed his long dark hair back and smiled "Old Frankia is pretty easy I'm confident"
After spending a good hour reciting those lyrics that supposedly could revived dead people, Bradley stood up and closed the book with a great smile on his face "good now I just have to be hired as a translator to a rich kid and steal some of his money !" Brad said with excitement… but another voice came from the darkness of the room "only if master Gunnoan agrees" the voice said, Bradley nods with approval and suddenly he realise it, he is supposed to be alone in this room…