Kera stepped out onto the balcony of her room; she didn''t do this very often. (To be honest, she wasn''t in her room very often either, except for her limited sleeping time.)


    The balcony is very big it has a little garden wich could have died but Adam took care of it instead of the girl.


    "A little bird told me that you wanted to show off"--suddenly a deep voice sounded.


    Kera immediately turned towards the voice and there was a guy standing in front of her.


    He was dressed black and there were two white "G" Letters on his cloak and his right eye was bandaged


    "Let me guess, the little bird is actually a child who became lord for an unclear reason and complains to his big friend whenever he gets an opportunity?


    "--ironically asked Kera.


    "Yup, and his name is Adam"


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    Surprise flashed in girls eyes but she immediately hidden it and turned away


    "I will just make it easier for Lords, because if every single country become one it wouldn''t be harder to rule, don''t you think so?"


    "I don''t think its a noble idea to force them to join"


    "Its none of your business until the Lost World faces a threat"--boldly answered green haired, and her guest didn''t like that kind of answer.


    "In the only one who decides what is my business and what is not"


    "Then we don''t have anything to talk about! Go away Ggeshnyk or the warrior of balance would be better?"


    "We''ll meet again, bitch" - suddenly he disappeared, to which the girl gave a displeased snort.


    In a few hours, Ggeshnyk was already in the free lands, namely in one of the bars where he was sitting with the whole company


    "Women, what are you saying here," said Svisat, sipping a glass of orange juice


    "YOU LOST YOUR FEAR"--suddenly he was hit on the head by a 17-year-old girl with black hair, red eyes and a scar on her lip, her name is Busya and she is the successor of the power of creation


    "Children, calm down"--a new voice tried to calm down the new fight, it was a 15-year-old boy, his face was adorned with black sunglasses that completely hid his eyes and he was dressed in a red robe, his name is Ille


    - Is everything so bad? said Ille, adjusting he''s sunglasses


    "Well, don''t exaggerate"--said Svisat--"we''re not losers either."


    "One lord with an army is already a big threat"--said Ggeshnyk"--and what if the rest join in?"


    "Well, we have a lord"


    "One Svisat will not be enough," Ggeshnyk threw an angry look at her, "all lords are more or less equal in strength."


    "False"


    "True"--now he threw an angry look at Svisat


    "Then we will do so"--Svisat stood up, drawing attention to himself - Busya, go to the bar and find Mr. Hacker, let him help you gather the people of the free lands and encourage them to fight with us Ilyusha Ggeshnyk will train them, and I will help you I will make weapons.


    Everyone always (if they weren''t outright stupid) followed Svisat''s orders, after all, he''s a lord, even though he''s young, so he won''t say bullshit (in most cases).