(Omar wakes up to find himself leaning on a bed.)
???: It seems you've woken up.
Omar: Who are you?
???: I was assigned here to watch over you in case you woke up. And since you're awake, you must go to the kingdom.
Omar: The Queen?
(Omar goes to meet her)
Hova: Hello, Omar. You've slept for a long time.
Omar: What do you mean?
Hova: When the war was on the brink and we had lost, Mas died. You came through the portal, used your sword, and killed them, but you fainted in return.
Omar: So, Mas is dead.
Hova: He did everything he could.
Omar: So, how much time has passed?
Hova: Not much, but on Earth, I expect it's a decent amount of time. I suggest you rest.
(Omar sits on a rock next to her throne)
Omar: So, will you help me?
Hova: Just wait for me to get things under control, and then I will help you.
Omar: Alright, I didn't expect this.
Hova: You know I can't leave the city now in this state.
Omar: No, no, you're right. I should leave.
Hova: Alright, before you leave, take this. A temporary compensation because I won't be able to come. This is a Varo sheet; select any place you want to go. And also, this is one of the Hebi's papers.
Omar: Thanks. Doesn't this mean you knew the raven was in front of me?
Hova: I knew you'd want to listen to what it had to say alone, but I didn't know you would leave when you heard its words.
(Omar leaves the place and uses the paper to go to President Tom Ford's location in America)
Tom: Welcome back. You haven't taken your reward for what you did for us in the last war. A lot of time has passed. Where have you been, Max?
Omar: Call me Omar. I'm not in a good state to be called by another name. What year are we in?
Tom: Don't you know? We are in the year 2005.
Omar: I want to go and live in America for a while.
Tom: What do you mean?
Omar: I came because I want to rest.
Tom: Are you tired of striving to bring her back?
Omar: Did the President of England tell you?
Tom: Even if he didn't tell me, I know everything. Are you kidding me? I am one of the controllers of the United States.
Omar: I can't say anything. The worst country with the best president.
Tom: Good that you didn't lie and say something untrue.
Omar: No, I actually did lie. You're also one of the worst presidents.
Tom: You made me laugh. Alright, are you really tired of chasing after her?
Omar: No, but Hova can't help me now, and there's no reason for me to go to the second continent alone.
Tom: It's good that you didn't go. Lucifer is there.
Omar: Really? I didn't know.
Tom: He visits us from time to time, because we are the worst country, as you know.
Omar: Hmm... until Hova finishes her work, I'll rest in Los Angeles.
Tom: Alright. Fury, come here. Give me the keys to the house overlooking Hollywood.
Fury: Here you go, sir.
Tom: Take it. And this is also 10 million, until we give you the rest of the amount. A non-profit bank vault was opened to avoid taking interest. 40 million is the rest of your money. Use the money, don't take it all and put it in your house. Leave it in the bank. And this is a phone, take it. And finally, this is a potion that ages you up.
Omar: Thanks.
(Tom opens the portal to Omar's house and Omar leaves)
Omar: Now, let's do what I came here for.
(Omar goes to the nearest library)
Omar: Miss, where can I find the Sherlock Holmes books?
???: Which edition do you want? The manga, the graphic novels, or the regular books?
Omar: What do you mean? I don't understand. Are you saying there are new types, Miss...?
Amy: Sir, come with me, I'll show you.
Omar: What is this small magazine?
Amy: This is manga. It's a small size but with Japanese art.
Omar: So, what about the graphic novels?
Amy: These are made here in America.
Omar: Alright, I'll take this, this, and this.
Amy: How can a 17-year-old be interested in these books? Do you even have enough to pay for them?
Omar: Just tell me how much.
Amy: $1200. I can't lower the price more than that. You see...
Omar: Here you go, this is 2000, two thousand.
Amy: An extra $700? That's a lot, sir.
Omar: Don't worry, goodbye.
Amy: This is the strangest person I've met. Goodbye, sir.
(Omar leaves the library)
(He spends the whole day reading, waiting for a call from Hova)
Omar: I'm hungry, it's getting dark. Tom didn't leave any food for me to eat.
Should I use the phone and call him?
(Omar tries to call Tom)
Omar: Hmm... how do they use this thing?
(The phone starts vibrating)
Tom: Hello, hello.
Omar: Ah, Tom, finally.
Tom: What do you want now, Omar? Do you know what time it is?
Omar: Yes, it's midnight.
Tom: So, what do you want?
Omar: How do you get food here? I looked at the map and there isn't a market in the area.
Tom: Haven't you heard of something called a supermarket? A restaurant? Anything?
Omar: Well, I was born in 1500. How am I supposed to know what a supermarket or a restaurant is? I used to hunt my own food.
(After Tom finishes explaining what a restaurant and a supermarket are)
Omar: So, you're saying a restaurant is a place where we eat food without cooking it ourselves, and a supermarket is a market but in a fancy place?
Tom: Yes, good night.
Omar: Wait, wait! Do you mean the supermarket is open until now?
Tom: Yes, but use the potion I gave you, it will make you look like a 24-year-old man so you don't look like a child wandering around at night.
Omar: Alright, goodn...
(Tom hangs up)
Omar: I didn't expect to be such a jerk to him that he would hang up on me. But if the books were in this quantity and for this small amount, it must be the same for food.
(Omar goes down to head to the nearest supermarket)
Omar: This place is huge.
(He stands in front of the door and it opens by itself)
Omar: What is this? It's amazing.
(Omar goes to the food section)
Omar: What are these strange things? Why are there pictures of animals on them? They look delicious, but what's with all this sugar?
(He leaves the section and goes to another until he reaches the meat section)
Omar: Alright, this is what I'm talking about. So, I don't understand why there are two types of meat in the fridge: in these strange aluminum or plastic boxes, and the other is a box but a whole wrapped piece.
???: Why are you muttering?
Omar: Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to. But I really don't understand the difference between them. All I know is that they're both meat.
???: I'll explain it to you quickly. The wrapped one is natural meat, not fast food. But the ones wrapped in these aluminum or plastic boxes are fast food; they were cooked for a short time and frozen.
Omar: Thank you...
Sophia: My name is Sophia. And you?
Omar: My name is Omar, but you can say Max.
Sophia: No, no problem, Omar.
Omar: It's amazing that you can say the word "Omar" so smoothly.
Sophia: I have some knowledge of the language and culture.
Omar: Alright, let's continue then. If you were me, would you choose this or this?
Sophia: Are you hungry, or not that much?
Omar: You could say not that much.
Sophia: Take the large wrapped meat and cook it.
Omar: Alright, but I really don't understand how it's cooked here, but no problem.
Sophia: Oh, I see. No problem, I can cook it for you.
Omar: Alright, thank you. But I want to leave the door open.
Sophia: Of course. But I'll eat with you in return.
(Sophia takes the food and Omar pays)
Sophia: I can't believe it! Is this really your house?
Omar: Yes, I got it from someone named Tom.
Sophia: Alright, I'll start cooking.
(After a while, she starts chatting with him while she cooks)
Sophia: So, what do you do?
Omar: I don't know what it's called, but for me, I'm a traveler. But you could say a merchant. And you?
Sophia: I used to work as a photographer, but it didn't earn me enough, so I turned to studying psychology and photography.
Omar: Do you look old? How old are you?
Sophia: 22. But didn't anyone tell you that asking a girl her age is impolite?
Omar: Sorry, I didn't know.
Sophia: It doesn't matter. But you didn't tell me your age.
Omar: I don't think it's preferable for you to know.
Sophia: You look young. Are you a teenager? Anyway, I'm done cooking.
Omar: Let's eat.
Sophia: Wait, why don't we take a picture so I can remember this day?
Omar: I haven't eaten food with spices in a long time.
Sophia: Why? What were you eating?
Omar: Really, you won't like to hear this. I haven't eaten from a pan since 1500 AD until 1900. And meat, I used to cook it on a stick. I only recently ate it cooked in a pan like this for the first time in 1900. In normal times, I ate canned food with salt, because that was the storage method back then.
Sophia: You said more than three things, and I didn't understand any of them.
Omar: I understand, no one accepted it.
Sophia: Alright, I'll wash the dishes first.
Omar: Right, I didn't understand one thing.
Sophia: What is it?
Omar: Why are you still awake?
Sophia: I'll tell you. The only geography fact I know is that you're in Los Angeles. If France is the country where the sun never sets because of its occupation of other countries, then Los Angeles is not devoid of nightlife people like me. And now...
(She looks at Omar's face)
Omar: What? Oh, what's wrong? Here, thank you for cooking.
(He gives her 10,000 dollars)
Sophia: Don't you want anything else from me before I leave?
Omar: No, goodbye then.
Sophia: Wait, are you kidding me, right?
Omar: No, seriously, I just wanted to eat. I was hungry.
Sophia: You give someone this kind of money, which is almost three times the price of a meal in the best restaurant, and you don't want anything in return, just for them to cook for you?
(Sophia starts laughing)
Omar: If so, I'm sorry if my words weren't clear from the beginning.
Sophia: Alright, I'll go. And don't get the wrong idea about me. I'm not a prostitute, I just wanted to see what would happen if I cooked for a stranger and what he wanted.
Omar: Thank you for giving me this delicious meal.
Sophia: It wasn't even that good, but it doesn't matter. Oh, here, this is my number if you need anyone to cook for you, okay?
(After exchanging numbers, she closes the door and leaves)
Omar: This is the strangest thing I've seen. Is she crazy to come to a stranger at a time like this?
........
Sword of Eternity: The Long Covenant's Journey
American Girl: Sophia
Hair: Blonde
Age: 24
Eyes: Brown
Height: 170
........
(Omar wakes up the next day, Tom calls him)
Omar: Hello Tom, what do you want?
Tom: I just wanted to check on you. How are you and how are things with you now?
Omar: Very well, thank you for asking.
Tom: I want you to come. I'll be at the restaurant with my wife, and I'll send you the time on the phone. If you want to bring someone or come alone, feel free.
Omar: Alright, as you wish. I also want you to give me a file with all the information about the person whose name I'll send you.
Tom: Sophia?
Omar: Yes. I won't ask how you knew, but as I told you. Goodbye.
(Sophia had called Omar many times and he wasn't aware)
(Omar calls her back)
Omar: Hello.
Sophia: Omar, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. I wanted to apologize again.
Omar: I have no problem.
Sophia: Actually, I was hoping you had a job for me. I was fired from the photography studio. It seems the work wasn't bad, it seems I was the one who was bad.
Omar: Actually, yes, I need a personal assistant for myself.
Sophia: Really? Thank you, thank you so much.
Omar: I want you to come as soon as possible.
Sophia: Alright, Omar.
Omar: Stop saying Omar. Use Max from now on.
Sophia: Alright, Max.
(After she arrives)
Max: Hello, do you have a car?
Sophia: Yes, I do. Why?
Max: Alright, take me to the nearest place that sells clothes.
(They arrive at the place, and Omar starts changing his clothes. He comes out in a white shirt and black trousers)
Sophia: Do you want my opinion? You're rich, why don't you wear suits instead of this?
Max: I think it won't make me feel free.
Sophia: Just try it.
(Omar puts on a black suit and black pants)
Sophia: You see? You look great.
Salesman: I agree, sir.
Max: Come on, get some clothes for yourself if you want, I'll pay the bill.
Sophia: Thank you, this is one of the best days of my life.
Max: Alright, put them on and I'll wait in the car.
(After they finish)
Sophia: Where to now, sir?
Max: I want us to go to a place that sells cars.
(They arrive at a car dealership)
Max: You know about cars, right?
Sophia: Somewhat, yes.
Max: Then, please come with me.
Salesman: This way, sir. What would you like to buy?
Max: I want a car for four, fast, and not too big in size.
Salesman: Do you like sports cars or something like that?
Max: Yes.
Salesman: Alright.
(He shows Max three cars)
Max: No, I don't like any of them.
Sophia: Actually, they are all more than excellent.
Max: You know what I mean, I want a show car.
Salesman: I understand what you mean, sir. This way, sir. This masterpiece, a C6 Chevrolet Corvette.
Max: Alright, how much?
Salesman: Honestly, it hasn't been released yet, but they gave us an early version to put up for auction. But if you want it now, we can talk to the company. And just so you know, this version is even higher than what will be released to the public.
Sophia: I'd prefer you enter the auction rather than buy it without knowing the price.
Max: That's not a problem for me, but as you see... Alright, tell me when the auction is about to start.
(On their way back to the house)
Sophia: Why don't you tell me lies?
Max: Why? What?
Sophia: Why do you treat me so well, even though I'm just someone you met yesterday? And you know what I mean, this kind of talk has wrong implications. I understand that your generosity makes me misunderstand. Why do you trust me when you don't know me well? You met me yesterday.
Max: Well, I'm not interested, but I'm trying to have a place to return to when I need it. Therefore, when I trust people, they will exchange trust. And if they are not worthy of this trust, I won't care, because they won't be able to kill me.
Sophia: What do you mean?
Max: Do you know Tom, who is one of the controlling presidents in America?
Sophia: Yes.
Max: I returned a favor to him without knowing, and in return, he gave me this money. As for me not dying, I can't say, but I am a warrior. That's the best description instead of using sentences that will prolong the conversation.
Sophia: No, no, no, that's not a sufficient justification.
Max: That's all I have for justifications.
Sophia: What goes on in your mind? That's what I really want to know. Why do you describe things of value as unimportant? Like if Tom, who is one of the most important and powerful figures ruling America, is just a person? You have weapons of gold and strange metals placed on the table.
Max: Stop!
Sophia: Why? Why in hell should I stop!
Max: We've arrived.
Sophia: Oh, right, we've arrived.
Max: I'll call tomorrow when the auctioneer calls me. And here, this is your salary for today.
Sophia: How much is this? 10,000 dollars!
Max: Goodbye.
(And the auction comes)
Sophia: We got number 44, let's go.
Auctioneer: We will start the auction with a C1 car, a classic sports piece modified to reach incredible performance! Number 26: 30 thousand dollars.
Auctioneer: The young gentleman raises. Number 34: 65 thousand dollars.
Auctioneer: The gentleman at 65 thousand. Who would like to add and buy this beautiful car? Number 47: 100 thousand dollars.
Auctioneer: Going once... going twice... Number 69: 140 thousand dollars.
Auctioneer: Going once... going twice... going three times... and congratulations to the handsome gentleman!
(The second auction begins)
Auctioneer: A C6 car, a modified version of the one that will be released soon, with a better engine and higher performance, reaching over 300 horsepower. Number 17: 20 thousand dollars.
Auctioneer: We start the auction from the blonde lady with only 20 thousand.
Max (Number 44): Let's do this. Wake up, Sophia.
(She had fallen asleep out of boredom)
Number 44: 50 thousand dollars.
Auctioneer: Up to the gentleman, 50 thousand.
Number 17: 69 thousand dollars.
Auctioneer: The lady reaches a number that proves the car is worth it.
Number 44: 90 thousand dollars.
Auctioneer: 90 thousand to...
Number 76: 120 thousand dollars.
Number 17: 145 thousand dollars.
Number 44: 175 thousand dollars.
Auctioneer: Going once... going twice... going three times... congratulations to the gentleman!
Max: Alright, wake up, we're done. Come with me.
Sophia: I feel tired, I want to sleep.
Max: Come on, we're almost done.
???: This way, sir, to pay the money and take the car.
???: Here are the keys.
Max: Alright, take this key, Sophia. Let's go eat.
Sophia: Finally!
Max: It's good we're wearing suits.
Sophia: Why?
Max: We're going to meet important people.
Sophia: Who?
Max: You'll know when we meet them.
(They arrive at the restaurant)
Sophia: Where do we sit?
Max: Over there.
(Omar points to where Tom and his wife are sitting)
Sophia: Why are we meeting Mr. Tom?
Max: Hello, Tom.
Tom: Ah, hello Max.
Max: Do you know each other?
Tom: Of course, this is my wife, Mary.
Mary: It's an honor to meet you, Mrs...
(Sophia) Hello, hello Mr. Tom, it's a great honor to meet someone like you. And you too, ma'am, it's an honor to meet you.
Mary: Calm down, it's no problem. Call me Mary directly. Tom told me your story, and I'm really sad about what happened to you.
Max: This is Sophia, my personal assistant.
Max: No problem now. I'm trying to make a home for myself to return to when I need it, and I will be leaving soon, so I'm putting all my affairs in order.
Tom: Here you go, this is the file you asked for.
Max: Thanks.
Tom: Let's eat.
Sophia: I never thought that in two days my life would turn upside down and I would be in front of people like you.
(Tom pinches Mary)
Mary: Will you come to the bathroom with me?
Sophia: Of course.
(Mary and Sophia go to the bathroom, and the conversation starts between Tom and Max)
Tom: Alright, bottom line, tell me what you're planning.
Max: I need to build a place to return to, money to have with me if I need it, and connections. You're with me, and I'm almost done before Hova finishes her work.
Tom: We're going to let Sophia handle your money and funds, right?
Max: Yes.
Tom: You made a good choice, but don't be a jerk to her, she's a girl after all.
Max: Don't worry.
(After dinner)
Sophia: Thank you for letting me meet them.
Max: You're welcome. And thank you.
Sophia: Why?
Max: You'll understand soon. But what are the projects you're thinking about and would like to do?
Sophia: I don't really have any, but I might open my own clinic or a law firm.
(Omar returns home)
(He holds the file)
The File:
Sophia, a child who lived in an orphanage from the age of ten after her father, a lawyer, died. Her married mother, who gave birth to her, didn't love the daughter because she reminded her of her ex-husband. She abandoned her and sent her to an orphanage. She learned photography, was a failure at it, but found, after leaving the orphanage after 4 years, at the age of 20, her love for psychology and business, and entered a university, and she is now in her last year. Atheist. Her height is 173. She has only been in two romantic relationships, and ended up broken.
Max: I have to finish this soon.
(The next day arrives)
Max: Sophia, I want you to come to me. I need you for something.
Sophia: Alright, I'll be on my way.
(After she arrives)
Max: I want you to finish your university and your studies.
Sophia: Yes, the exams are approaching, I'm ready for them.
Max: What is the most profitable or investment-worthy project?
Sophia: I think you'll find cars, or import and export, or a game development company.
Max: Let it be a game development company then.
Sophia: Wait, do you mean now?
Max: Yes, I want you to find a good area anywhere to build a company, employees, management, etc. The cost is 10 million, and consider this budget yours.
Sophia: Are you kidding me? This is a massive budget! Do you realize it's three times the cost of a company from the top 30 companies in America? But this could take months.
Max: You finish university, and then the contracts with people, and I will finish my business. After you finish, call me.
(Sophia leaves, and Max heads to get a driver's license)
Max: We're here now, I must do it.
(Max finishes the tests after the third day, finally getting the license)
(He drives to the next location, Omar goes and buys three large plots of land and calls Tom)
Max: Hello, Tom.
Tom: Hello, Max, what do you want?
Max: I need a favor from you. I want you to get me construction workers, and build me a psychological clinic, an orphanage, and finally, a mosque.
Tom: How much money do you have?
Max: Use 5 million for this.
Tom: That's still a lot of money, as you know.
Max: It doesn't matter, make them build beautiful places.
(Omar goes to the bank)
Max: I want a check for 5 million dollars right now, please.
(And finally, Omar goes to the Egyptian consulate)
Max: Hello, I'd like to meet the Egyptian consul for an urgent matter.
Employee: Who shall I say is calling?
Max: Omar.
Employee: Omar who?
Max: Just Omar.
(After waiting for half an hour)
Employee: This way, sir.
Max: Hello, Your Excellency. I want to donate 15 million dollars to the country of Egypt.
Consul: That's a very large amount. We thank you for this. But why?
Max: It doesn't matter why. The important thing is, I will monitor this money. If it's taken by anyone other than the state, I will know. It must reach those who deserve it.
(Max returns home)
Max: Finally, I can rest a little. I feel tired.
(There's a knock on the door, and Max goes to open it)
Max: Hova! You look different. You look red.
Hova: Do you mean my hair? I grew it out. Why do you look different too? You look older. Aren't you supposed to be immortal?
Max: A friend gave me a potion that ages my appearance.
Hova: A lot of time has passed, Omar.
Max: For me, it's only been a month.
Hova: For me, 70 years.
Max: Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? 70 years pass for me?
Hova: Haven't you understood how time works? You sleep for two days and come out to find 50 years have passed. Another time you sleep for a week, and 75 years pass.
Max: No, I didn't understand.
Hova: The continent takes you through a wormhole. When a person enters it, they move with the same time as Earth and the continent. But when they return, the time spent in the continent might be a day, but the time passed in the wormhole could be 50 years. You could have spent 50 years in the continent and come out as if only a day or less had passed.
Max: So, how?
Hova: Time moves in all directions when you're inside the wormhole. Therefore, there's a rule that determines probability. But it can be found through a search of world events and their justifications that make time run for humans or slow down. For example, entering a war makes time run slowly. An era of technology and development means a fast passage of time. You can measure it like that, but it doesn't mean it's a logical justification.
Max: That's funny.
Hova: Why?
Max: After all this time that has passed, you haven't approached me, even though for you, it's a reunion in a moment.
Hova: You know, you're not the type who likes those kinds of actions. And also, I'm afraid you might not want to meet me.
Max: That's not entirely true.
Hova: You're lying. It's 100% true.
Max: Alright, you're right.
Hova: So, what are you doing here? I came to you from a saved message from the raven you sent in the past. I saved it so I could know your location.
Max: I wanted to see the progress humans have made.
Hova: And what do you think?
Max: Really bad. I'm afraid of the future if this is the case.
Hova: Why? What did you see to make you say that?
Max: I saw a group of gay people proud to be gay.
Hova: You seem to be right. Have you met anyone interesting?
Max: From the gay people?
Hova: Stop joking!
Max: Yes, there's a girl named Sophia. I'm going to make her my financier in America, but I hope I don't spoil her with money.
Hova: Do you know why there are no tyrants in the world? And I'm not talking about presidents.
Max: Why are you telling me this? Morpheus told me once, and now you. But I want to know why.
Hova: Because humans are stupid.
Max: Thanks for the insult.
Hova: No, I'm being serious. Whoever covets power will end up either in hell in the afterlife or in this world. And in both cases, they won't live happily. As for the presidents, they are all chosen by their people. And there are those who control them because they have power. But as I said, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if whoever rules you is evil or good. In the end, time will play a role and change the situation. Therefore, I left my job, and I don't care, and you shouldn't care either, except to achieve what we all aim for.
Max: It seems you've gained some wisdom over the past 70 years.
Hova: No, I'm just really sad. I remember Mas's death, and I remember that you were a friend to me whom I didn't help with his problem. Therefore, I always waited for the earliest opportunity to go and help you.
Max: That's a beautiful thing for you to say.
Hova: I have a question for you.
(She has taken a vial out of her pocket)
Max: What is it?
Hova: Do you want to meet your parents?
Max: Thank you, but I know it won't do me any good except make me sad.
Hova: But it will reassure you.
(She places the vial on the table)
Hova: Keep it. Consider it a gift.
Max: Do you want to sleep here, or should I get you a house to live in nearby?
Hova: Anywhere, it doesn't really matter.
Max: Alright, you sleep on the bed and I'll sleep here.
Hova: I'm waiting for you to say it.
Max: Here's the room key.
Hova: This always lets me know you haven't changed.
(The next day arrives)
Hova: So, when are we leaving?
Max: I want to buy you some things first.
(Max and Hova drive to the clothing stores)
Hova: Well, what do you think?
Max: It will be embarrassing for me to say, but it looks good on you.
Hova: Thank you.
Max: Let's buy you some shoes and other things.
Hova: Alright.
(After they finish, they return to the house)
(There's a knock on the door)
Hova: I'll get it.
Sophia: Hello, who are you?
Hova: Hello, I'm Hova.
Max: Come in, Sophia.
Hova: Omar talked about you a lot.
Sophia: Omar?
Max: Yes. I don't let them call me Omar. I use Max instead of Omar here, Hova. And Hova is my friend.
Sophia: Alright, I did what you asked and set everything up, and the exam results will be out soon, but I passed. What do we do now?
Max: When you finish building the company, go to Tom. I'll send you his location.
Sophia: Alright, Max. Anything else?
(Omar takes out a book)
Max: Take this, this is my story. Use it to create a game.
Hova: Do you think it's a good idea to show them your story?
Max: What's the problem? No one will believe me.
(Sophia leaves)
Hova: Shall I pack our things?
Max: Yes, but I have a request for you.
Hova: What is it?
Max: Stab my right hand with this knife.
Hova: Why?
Max: I think I've aged, I don't understand how.
(Hova takes out a knife and stabs Max, but the knife breaks and nothing happens to him)
Hova: How?
Max: I think my friend gave me a potion not to age my appearance, but to make me physically immortal.
Hova: But you still die, right?
Max: Of course. If I'm breathing, that means I'm suffocating. But my body and my endurance have increased.
(Omar stands in front of his sword)
Max: A lot of time has passed for me since the last time I held you.
(He picks up his sword and puts on his pistol)
Hova: Let's go, Omar.
Max: How many transport papers do you have?
Hova: A lot, enough.
Max: Give me a paper.
(He opens a portal to transport to Tom)
Tom: Hello Max, what do you want? Is this Robin?
Hova: How do you know my real name?
Max: This is Tom, the friend I told you about.
Tom: It's an honor to meet you.
Max: I have two requests from you.
Tom: What are they?
Max: When Sophia comes to you, give her all these papers.
Tom: This is a lot of checks, land, and money.
Max: That's not really what I'm asking for. Set up an address for her, a mailing location that forwards to the house you gave me.
Tom: I definitely will. And don't worry about her, she will always be under our watch. What's the second request?
Omar: I want to get the apartment next to mine.
Tom: Alright, here's the key to it. But there's a gift that came for you from Egypt.
Max: What? What is it?
Tom: Let him in.
???: Yes, sir.
wessam: Hello Mr. Tom, hello Mr. Omar, I'm wessam.
Max: And who are you?
wessam: I'm the strongest fighter in Egypt. I came to help you.
Max: Are you sure you're even among the top 10? You look very weak.
wessam: Don't worry.
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Fighter: wessam
Hair: Black
Age: 25
Eyes: Brown
Height: 183
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Max: It doesn't matter. Let's go, Hova.
wessam: So, I'll come with you.
Hova: Come along, no problem.
(Hova opens a portal that transports them to the continent of the hidden earth)
Here ends the tenth chapter of Sword of Eternity: Journey of the Long Covenant.
Here ends the tenth chapter of Sword of Eternity: Journey of the Long Covenant.