46 Working hard
Rain spent the first night thinking about what he could do in the capital to make money while being wary of problems. He didn't have much ti to think since he was exhausted, but he had so ideas.
Rain can showcase his magical talents in public spaces, such as parks or marketplaces, by performing captivating magic shows. By demonstrating his skills in illusions, elental manipulation, or other magical feats, he can attract a crowd and collect donations or charge a fee for his performances.
The downside of this was the fact that he would draw too much attention; he couldn't do that until things with the Lonard family were pretty much decided… still, he had to be prepared for all possible outcos.
Rain can also offer his magical services to the public, catering to specific needs or requests. Still, that kind of work isn't usually sothing that he could do for a few days. People who work like that usually are servants, and he would have to beco one for a while.
Not relying on his magical skills was also an option, but getting more jobs looking like a normal brat would be difficult. Rain could pursue a career as a scribe, specializing in writing and transcribing docunts. This could include copying books, preparing legal docunts, or assisting in administrative tasks for nobles or religious institutions.
"Mom, what do you think about our current situation?" Rain asked when they were having breakfast the next day.
"... It is a bit troubleso, but everything will be all right," Leiah replied.
"Even though so people left leaving grandfather and grandmother behind?" Rain asked.
"Well, they can't move that much while they are unconscious, and the journey has been tireso for all of us," Leiah said while looking away. "You shouldn't worry too much about this kind of stuff."
these troubled tis.
"I know that they treated us harshly, but please look after them," Rain said. "I will go outside and find a way to earn so money."
"You are too young to walk around the streets of the capital by yourself… but I guess you aren't the type to sit still and just wait," Leiah said and then sighed. "Just be careful, okay? I heard that kidnappers are common here, and they tend to sell the kids around as slaves in other cities."
"Okay," Rain nodded.
Although troubled by the disparity between his mother's wishes and the grim reality they faced, Rain understood deep down that he had to be strong, focused, and resilient. He knew that his actions were driven by a profound love for his family and a determination to protect them at all costs.
In any case, to think that people would act like criminals in the capital… despite his mother's worries, Rain didn't think that it wouldn't be so bad to et these scum. He would have the chance to dispose of them and get their money as well.
"I can sell the magic staves, but I guess I will leave that as a last resort," Rain thought.
Rain walked the bustling streets of the capital, his eyes scanning the surroundings in search of potential job opportunities. The city teed with life, with rchants hawking their wares, artisans showcasing their crafts, and a myriad of people going about their daily routines.
As he moved through the crowded streets, Rain's gaze settled on various signs and storefronts, each holding the promise of employnt. He observed a blacksmith's workshop, the rhythmic clang of hamrs resonating in the air, tempting him with the allure of hard work and craftsmanship. Nearby, a bustling inn caught his attention, with patrons laughing and enjoying als, suggesting the possibility of working as a server or a helper in the busy establishnt.
His eyes wandered further, catching sight of a notice board adorned with various job postings. Rain approached, reading the listings that ranged from ssenger services to laborers needed for construction projects. Each piece of parchnt represented an opportunity, a chance to earn a living in this grand city.
After walking for a while, Rain found a blacksmith having a hard ti dealing with his furnace. The blacksmith stood tall and sturdy, his muscular fra hinting at years of hard labor. His weathered face bore the marks of countless hours spent amidst the heat and flas of the forge. His hands, rough and calloused, told the story of a lifeti of shaping and molding tal.
His hair, thick and unkempt, cascaded around his face, partially hidden beneath a soot-stained leather cap. A thick beard covered his jawline, speckled with flecks of ash and tal filings. His deep-set eyes, glinting with a fiery determination, surveyed his workshop with a sense of annoyance.
"Excuse , mister, do you want a hand to keep your furnace going today?" Rain asked.
"Go away. I don't have ti to deal with brats," The blacksmith said.
"I can use fire magic to make the furnace reach its true potential," Rain said and then pointed his hands at the furnace and made the flas dance a lot more strongly than before."
The blacksmith showed a look of surprise while looking at Rain, but soon he entered in his business mode. He had weapons to forge, and ti was of the essence, so he hired Rain.
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