Mr. Accountant was a typical federal member of the middle class, with a respectable job as an accountant at a charitable foundation, where he often handled donations that seemed astonishingly large.
He had a high salary, and because he had worked there for a long time and was deeply trusted, his monthly pay of several thousand dollars was enough to support his family in comfort.
If nothing unexpected happened, then something unexpected happened to him.
Fortunately, the incident was not life-threatening. He held his wife and child close, staring somewhat fearfully at the young man sitting across from them in the carriage.
"You don't need to panic, sir. You probably haven't had a proper rest in a very long time, have you?"
"This is a great opportunity. You'll be going on a trip for several months, giving yourselves a proper vacation."
"Give yourself some time to rest, and give yourself a chance to spend time with your family!"
"We have no intention of hurting you or your family. No one paid us to do that. I have three boat tickets here. What do you think?"
The accountant swallowed. "Are you sure you won't hurt us?"
The young man nodded. "Of course. I have no reason to do that. Besides, killing people is against the law, isn't it?"
Perhaps it was the young man's apparent awareness of the law that made the accountant feel somewhat better. He nodded, thanked him, and took the boat tickets from the young man.
"It's to Nagaril..."
He read the destination aloud, and his child immediately became excited.
"It's to Nagaril!"
The child had gone from terrified to relaxed in an instant. Upon hearing that they could travel for such a long time, the change came quickly!
Of course, this also showed that the child's upbringing