Believe me or not, but Qualt and Gloria were now in the District again. But they didn't see Henry before and they were here for a good reason.

But, first, a little contextualization imposes itself.

First of all, after Gloria calmed down onto the Qualt's arm, they went into the direction of the Henry's house. They knocked but nobody answered. They did it again. Silence again. Then, the neighbour arrived and said that Henry wasn't home, that he left the day before. They tried to know where but, lack of luck, he didn't know. At least, when they asked informations on what he looked like, they had answers...

Henry, with the descriptions they made of him, was a brown and even quite little dragon with red-dark horns, brown eyes and a nasal voice. His chest was, him, green-dark and his wings, them, were kinda big.

After that, they questioned where Henry could be to different persons and, because they are in the 1st Class Zone, they had that kind of answer:

"Oh! Him? I don't know! But I've heard that he ran into the District. Ah! That doesn't surprise me, coming from that dragon. He is always so pathetic!"

I think you understood, they sighed and came back to the District, leaving that overreacting culture of the 1st Class Zone. Too bad that they did not encounter the ones from that Zone that are kind, gentle, honest and not contemptible and contemptuous (because, believe me or not once again, this kind of person exists, even in the 1st Class and not everybody is a representation of a cliché... even if a lot constructed themselves with clichés).

So here they were, in the District, questioning where this dragon went. But, the thing was that they were in the area that was under the "control" of the Gang.

And they were impatient to see them again! What? Why don't you believe me?

Anyway, they passed next to the tavern where Gloria was working. She spat right in front of the door, promising herself that she never would do it again and questioning herself how the other prostitutes were going. A question that wasn't going to have answers. Later, one of her ancient customer, a 2nd Class, would back here. He was going to be disappointed to see that she wasn't here anymore. Too bad for him, the Pretty Woman's scenario can't happen to everybody.

But, we are not here to explore another story than the one we currently are in. Because there are a lot of interesting stories in that distinct District but I'm sure you want to know the conclusion of the case (plus, I'm too lazy to make you see the entire District and you had a good general idea in the previous chapters. So, if you want to know more about it, just get your lazy ass up and watch all around you because multiples realities can be different but they have so much in common!).

And, it was when they were questioning a random mole that a shadow appeared right behind them. No one said anything. And you know why?

Because nobody wanted to mess up with the Gang.

They looked back and Troth suddenly took Qualt by the throat while the other retained Gloria. And they went to a dark little street between two houses.

"What did I say, yesterday?" said the Gang's Head.

Qualt looked more annoyed than anything. No terror was in his eyes. He kinda expected them to show. So he answered:

"Oh, fuck off, you..."

The reply? A punch in the chest and, again:

"What did I say, yesterday?"

"Dude, just..."

"I am not your dude. Yesterday, I told you to don't come back here. But you came back so, now, we're gonna kill ya."

Qualt looked up, annoyed.

"Any last word?"

"Yes. I'm here for a reason, you know?"

"And what's this reason?"

"I'm here to search for someone, and not Gloria because she's here. And, if you want the child to be avenged, you're gonna let us alone, Gloria and I."

So Troth released him.

"Okay, guys, release Gloria too. So who is it, this time?"

Qualt massed his throat because, well, it's a bit painful when someone begin to strangle you, as the others let the red dragoness and he answered:

"Searching for a 1st Class that went here. He came here yesterday."

"Yeah..."

"I don't know if the rules..."

"Fuck, Troth", said Gloria. "Stop being so annoying with the rules. You look so fucked up with that."

"Well, Gloria, if I wasn't, the Gang wouldn't be so much respected and feared."

"But, here, it's to avenge my son! So, please..."

"Okay, so what does he look like?".

I won't redo the description for you, reader.

"I think I know who is the dragon you're talking about." answered Troth after that.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He came yesterday and he looked fucking terrified. Ah! I don't know why would he be terrified by something outside here!"

"Maybe because the world is more fucked up that in your only little area."

"Worst than us?"

The answered was a silent nod from Qualt.

"Fuck... We need to improve, so... But, anyway, that dragon went terrified here and hid in a random tavern for the night."

"And what's his name?"

"Tell me the name of the one you're searching and I tell you if he is the one."

"Henry Yalt."

"Bingo."

"Okay, so, now that we know that he was here, where is he now?"

Troth looked at the others and then said:

"Well, now, he is at the arena."

"What? He wants to fight?"

"No. He's just watching. But, that part isn't our area of the District. Fortunately for you, the ones who control this area is our allies, for the moment."

"Oh, okay then."

"So, Troth", said Gloria, "are you gonna let us move freely here or what? I have a son to avenge, me!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"Oh, and, can I tell you something before you go?"

"What, detective?"

"After that case will be closed, I'll come back here."

"And why that?"

"To fight in the arena. I'll need money for something. So, when I'll come back, I won't come back as a detective. So, next time I'll be here, you don't try to kill me, deal?"

A moment of silence went before...

"Deal. Guys, we leave now."

"Okay, boss."

And so they left Qualt and Gloria alone.

They looked at each other and, at the same time, a sigh of relief came from their mouth.

"It could have been messy!" exclaimed Gloria, knowing what she was talking about.

"Yeah. And, if you want my opinion, I prefer things that ain't messy."

So they stopped a moment to take their breath before going into the arena's direction...

It took a moment before finally arriving at destination. And, their destination was just a door leading to a random looking building. But, in front of the door, a dragon was guarding the way as the Minotaur the Hell's door.

So they went in front of him before Gloria saying:

"We come here to watch the fights."

He nodded and whispered:

"No darker today, if you want to know."

"Okay."

"Welcome to the Mister Bourgoistic's lair."

So they entered and took a stair that was leading underground. The more they were walking, the more the noises could be heard. Those were yelling and gambling ones. And there was more and more light.

Finally, among all the yells for the fight, they arrived at destination. A very big "room" where, at the middle, was a sort of cage: the arena, which the ground was a mix of dirt, stone and sand. And the spectators were higher than the arena's ground so they could watch everything if they had a good place.

By seeing that, Qualt already imagined the future and his fights in here.

Near the walls were multiple gambling stands, which near them were multiple persons from multiple species.

Gloria went closer to the arena to see what was happening and came back, frustrated.

"Fuck, I already know the end just by the look of the fighters presented right now!" she said to Qualt, who was searching.

"No time for that, Gloria!" he mumbled between his teeth.

Then, she saw an imposing bear near one stand and she suddenly had an idea.

"Hey, you see that bear?"

"Yeah...?"

"It's the fucker who scammed us. Money Bag. Look and learn how to scam a scammer."

So she went closer to him and, when she was in front of the stand, she looked at the bear and said:

"You know, this fight is already, like, written in advance with what I can see from the fighters."

"Oh? And who does miss think will win."

"If you want my opinion, the second fighter presented will win. Sure at one hundred percent. And I talk about experience: the other is just a newbie. Just look at how fragile and weak he looks!"

"Everything on the second fighter, then!" suddenly said the bear to the gambling stand.

And, then, she came back to Qualt before whispering:

"He's gonna lose. The other is a fucking pro who won so many fights in his life while the other is just a random that wants to earn money. He's gonna lose and it's gonna be fucking hilarious."

He mumbled again that it wasn't the time and that they had to do more important things.

"Oh! Come on! I'm sure we will easily find him."

"Talk for yourself."

The thing they didn't know is that Money Bag changed his bet right with an amused smile after Gloria walked away. He knew the results too. And he looked towards the place where Bourgistic was to comment the fight.

Meanwhile, the two dragons continued to search, when...

"Look. I think it's him." she said while pointing someone.

And that someone corresponded to the descriptions.

Then, the arena's fight began.

"Fight! Offrez-nous un beau comnbat!" resonated through the arena.

Qualt came closer to the dragon. And, when he was right behind him...

"Henry Yalt?"

The heart of the dragon looked like it stopped. He turned around to see Qualt.

"I have some question for you. And don't try to run."

"Is it because of the Galds children?"

"Yes."

"So you think I killed them? Because I didn't!"

"No. If I am here, it's just because I have some questions for you. Some questions about the Galds, what do you know about them, and why did you come here with a terrified look yesterday. Oh, and, yes, I know about your relations with Frey."

He sighed wile the fighters were beating each other.

"Listen", he said. "I know that what I'll tell you will seem pretty unbelievable but I'm scared of the Galds. Especially Pold."

"Oh?"

"Yeah... If I came here, it's because I'm scared of Pold Gald and of what he's able to do. This dragon is a fucking psycho, a fucking maniac, despite the fact that he is so gullible! Why do you think Frey left me? Why do you think she left me despite the fact the she fucking loved me! Because she was scared that Pold discover all of this. And guess why she was scared that he discovers all of that!"

"Oh. Didn't know that side of Pold."

"Yeah. It's because he hides it! It's because he is a fucking mad dragon! A fucking maniac! And you know what Frey told me about him? She told me that she discovered him talking to himself when he was alone! She told me that he was fucking scary when he was doing that because he was talking about murder and killing and blood and death... She even told me one thing he said because it marked her: you're not gonna be out! You know what? I'm sure that it's him who killed his children!"

"But why would he do that?"

"Because maybe he discovered the relations. And maybe because of that madness I just told you. You know, some has other personalities, other persons inside them and, if they get out, if they surface in the world, it can be a fucking mayhem!"

"Multiple personalities?"

"Yes! You didn't know that it existed?"

"Oh fuck..." whispered Qualt.

Another suspect entered his list. And, this one, he had to see him quickly.

He turned around suddenly and went into the Gloria's direction after saying:

"Thanks for answering my questions."

"You're welcome..."

And, as he was now right next to the red dragoness, the fight ended as she expected.

"Gloria."

"Hey! Look, I was right about the fight."

"Yeah, Money Bag's gonna be mad but, for now, we have to be quick."

"Oh? Why that?"

"Because I think I know who killed your son. And I fear that he will kill again today."

"And where is he?"

And he answered something that led Gloria into an uncontrollable rage:

"At the Gald's house. I fear... I fear that the murderer of your son is none other than Pold..."