After breakfast, Vilkar went with Hilbert to see the bank. When they left the villa they took a family carriage "To Hillston borough" Hilbert said to the carriage driver.

When the carriage stopped Vilkar saw a three-story tall building made of white stone. In front was a big wooden double door that was opened. Before the entrance stood two men watching people entering and leaving.

Hilbert and Hector went to the front door and as they passed two men guarding spoke at the same time "Good morning sir."

Hilbert greeted them back and then he and Hector entered.

Inside he saw that bank was busy even in the morning. He heard someone asking for a loan for a bakery.

While there were many people he saw clear paths. Thanks to them people wouldn't bump into each other.

Hilbert took Hector back and then they passed through a door and into a staircase. He saw mirrors hung on walls making the whole place feel much bigger.

Stairs were decorated with red and gold rugs leading to the next floor.

They went to the third floor of Hilbert's office. Hector saw stacks of papers sitting on the wooden desk. Next to them stood candles which Hector felt were dangerous being so close to the paper. Behind the desk stood a wooden chair with carved motifs on the back. In the corner, he saw more comfortable chairs put in half circles with a table in the middle. For resting and smoking probably. Vilkar thought as he looked around.

Hilbert started by introducing the bank's department and management. After that, he started to talk about his work.

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"What do you say about going to eat something?" Hilbert asked him. Hector himself started to feel a little peckish so he agreed. After deciding on a restaurant that was close to the bank they boarded the carriage and left.

When they entered he could smell food. Hector was getting hungry so his mouth started to salivate slightly. When they sat at the table waiter came to them. They ordered the chef's choice for 10 pounds each.

At the end when they were leaving Hilbert suddenly stopped and walked toward a middle-aged man who just came in.

"Jason. It was some time that I saw you" Hilbert said in a friendly tone. Men looked at him and smiled.

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"Hilbert, it is unusual to see you here." the men said back. Hector wondered who it was as he had no memory of him.

"I came with my godson Hector," Hilbert said happily but then he remembered.

"Oh right, Hector this is Patrick Jason. He too owns a bank but for the competition, he is a good company."

As he felt a strange stare from Jason he just politely nodded at him but otherwise, he remained silent. They chatted only for a little as they were on their way to leave, and he was just coming in.

After saying farewell they left the restaurant.

"It was good to see you, Hector," Hilbert said with a smile.

They parted ways as Hilbert still had some work to do at the bank and he thought that it was enough for Hector for one day.

When Hector boarded the carriage he thought about Patrick Jason's name. He remembered it from somewhere.

Then it hit him. Jason Beria! He was a devil of sequence five Desire Apostle.

Hector felt a chill run down his neck. Did he realize that he too is of Abyss pathway?

His thoughts became chaotic as he looked around himself. When he found nothing out of the ordinary he started to calm down.

No, I need to keep my mind calm! He said to himself. Hopefully, he won't be a problem. He doesn't have any reason to come after me. And if he would it would only put him at the risk. So I should be all right.

I really need to relieve some of my stress. Maybe I should go to the East borough. While he thought his mood started to improve.

But I will need to make some preparations. Information about gangs their locations and much more.

So he decided to talk with residents of the East borough. And for that, he needs different clothing.

When he finally arrived at the villa. Hector took some old clothes from the cellar and went into the garden.

There he trowed them into the dirt and started to tear them a little. After that, he soaked them in puddled water and hung them to dry behind a tree. Hector tried to be as sneaky as he could so his servants wouldn't see anything.

Hector then waited for the night. When he thought that it was safe he went outside to take his clothes. Good, they dried up. Hector took them and then looked for the suitcase.

He then took the holster and put it on himself with the revolver. Then he took a cane and suitcase into his hands and left.

When he arrived at the East borough he went to his previous spot. There he looked for an alley with trash bins and changed his clothes to dirty ones. Then he hid his suitcase behind the trash bin and started to look for tramps.

"Jackpot!" Hector said as he saw multiple tramps being harassed by some individual. His mouth turned into a big smile as his heart started to yearn for violence.

But then he put stop to his thoughts and reminded himself why he is here. He needs information about gangs.

Hector decided to make it quick and slowly walked to the gangster from behind. He raised his cane and struck the gangster on his head.

When tramps heard the sickening sound of a cracking skull, they tried to run away.

"STOP!" Hector said sternly as he looked at them. And they stopped not daring to move.

Hector then asked questions about gangs in the vicinity.

He found out that the gangster harassing them was part of the Street rats gang that operated there. They were different from other gangs as they primarily targeted the poor who lived on the streets. They would demand payment for crossing or sleeping in the street that they controlled.

If they could not pay then they would beat them up and sometimes worse. But with children and women, they were most cruel.

When they told Hector all that they would do he seethed with rage. But he continued to listen.

Street rats also ran dog-fighting pits for the enjoyment of richer people. Even by East borough gang standards, they were looked down on for their backstabbing and lowly tactics.

Where Zmanger gang was run by a bunch of aggressive barbarians and the Proscrito gang was run with a night pleasure business with connections Street rats relied on backstabbing as they were untrustworthy and could not make any alliance with other gangs.

Only lately they started to run dog-fighting arenas which brought them some respect.

Hector then went through the gangster's pocket and threw tramps his money.

He then dragged the gangster to the alley and started to stomp at the gangster's head until there was only a puddle of blood and white matter.

"It's decided. I'm going to burn street rats to the ground!" Hector said and started to look for more gangsters.