The bustling streets of Rafa City, the city was a sprawling tropolis, a testant to the empire's technological prowess and modern infrastructure. Skyscrapers towered over the skyline, their glass facades reflecting the sunlight like shimring mirrors. The streets were lined with sleek vehicles, their engines humming softly as they navigated the well-paved roads. Neon signs flickered in the daylight, advertising everything from high-tech gadgets to fast-food chains.
Eric, Edith, and Hannah had spent the last few months adapting to this new world. At first, the sheer scale and complexity of the city had overwheld them. The concept of cars, elevators, and even electricity had been foreign to them. But over ti, they had grown accustod to the modern conveniences of the Bernard Empire. They had learned to navigate the city's subway system, shop in its sprawling malls, and even enjoy its diverse cuisine. Today, they decided to indulge in one of their favourite pastis—shopping.
The trio had spent the morning exploring the Rafa Central Mall, a massive shopping complex that seed to stretch on forever. The mall was a labyrinth of stores, each offering a dizzying array of products.
After a few hours of shopping, they decided to take a break. Edith and Hannah were carrying several bags filled with their purchases, and Eric had bought a few items for himself, including a new wristwatch—a device he still found fascinating. They loaded their bags into the car and drove to their next destination: the Blue Flag Bar.
The Blue Flag Bar was located near a busy highway, its neon sign glowing brightly even in the daylight. The bar had beco a popular spot for locals and travellers alike, thanks to its cosy atmosphere and excellent service. It was run by Misthia and her forr rcenaries, who had decided to settle in the Bernard Empire after their adventures at sea. The bar was a reflection of Misthia's personality—warm and welcoming but with a hint of ruggedness.
Eric parked the car and turned to Edith and Hannah. "I'll just be a minute. I need to talk to Misthia about sothing."
Edith nodded, leaning back in her seat. "Take your ti. We'll wait here."
Eric stepped out of the car and walked into the bar. The interior was dimly lit, with wooden furniture and a long counter lined with stools. The walls were adorned with nautical decorations—anchors, ship wheels, and even a few old maps. A jukebox in the corner played soft music, adding to the bar's relaxed vibe. A few patrons were seated at the tables, chatting and enjoying their drinks.
Misthia was behind the counter, polishing a glass with a cloth. She looked up as Eric approached, a faint smile on her lips. "Ah, Eric. What brings you here?"
Eric took a seat at the counter. "Just wanted to check in. How are you, Miss Misthia?"
Misthia set the glass down and leaned on the counter. "I'm doing well. Business is good, and the people here are friendly. It's a nice change from the life of a rcenary." She paused, studying Eric's face. "But I doubt you ca here just to ask how I'm doing. What's on your mind?"
Eric hesitated for a mont before speaking. "We're going back to Latvia soon. I wanted to ask if you'd like to co with us. If you do, I promise you wealth and privileges."
Misthia raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the offer. She set the cloth aside and crossed her arms. "That's quite the proposition. But I think I'll have to decline." Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire
Eric frowned. "Why? I thought you might want to return to a life of adventure."
Misthia chuckled softly. "Adventure is overrated. I've found sothing better here—stability, comfort, and a chance to start over. The Bernard Empire has given opportunities I never had before. I don't think Latvia can offer the sa."
Eric nodded, understanding her perspective. "You're right. Our country doesn't have the sa benefits as this place. I'll miss this place too. But I want to change that. I want to build Latvia into a nation like this."
Misthia's expression softened. She poured a glass of water and slid it across the counter to Eric. "That's a noble dream. But don't get ahead of yourself. Your brother is still in power, and he's not going to give up without a fight."
Eric took a sip of the water, his gaze distant. "I know. But I believe the Bernard Empire will help overthrow him. It's only a matter of ti."
Misthia leaned closer, her voice lowering. "And what then? Even if you beco king, do you think you can transform Latvia into a modern nation overnight?"
Eric sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know it won't be easy. But I have to try. I owe it to my people."
Misthia studied him for a mont before smiling. "You've changed, Eric. The boy I t on that ship is gone. You've grown into a man with a vision. I respect that."
Eric returned her smile, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Thank you, Misthia. That ans a lot."
There was a brief silence between them, filled only by the soft hum of the jukebox. Finally, Eric spoke again. "It's been years since I left Latvia. I never thought I'd be able to return. But now, thanks to the Bernard Empire, I have a chance to reclaim my holand."
Misthia nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Just rember, Eric, the road ahead won't be easy."
Eric stood up, placing a few Alber (Bernard Empire currency) on the counter to pay for the water. "Thank you, Misthia. For everything."
Misthia waved him off. "Don't ntion it. And good luck. You're going to need it."
As Eric left the bar and returned to the car, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. The Bernard Empire had given him a glimpse of what was possible—a world where technology and progress could transform lives. He was determined to bring that sa change to Latvia, no matter how difficult the journey might be.
Edith and Hannah looked at him as he got into the car. "Everything okay?" Edith asked.
Eric nodded a determined smile on his face. "Everything's fine. Let's go ho."
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