his gaze on the boy, who tensed like a string.
-No, I lived in the southern shopping district with my aunt. I rather didn't visit the Verde River very often.-He shrugged his shoulders.-It was rather a coincidence.
-Are your parents mages?- Fiora asked softly.
-Unfortunately, I have no idea.-The boy did not look as if he was interested.-I never met them.
-Sorry, I didn't know.-The blacksmith's wife looked slightly confused because of the question asked.
-No harm done. Really.- Draco replied without a shadow of regret.-It was my aunt who raised me, so she's like a mother to me.-He smiled.
-She must be an extraordinary person.- Florence tilted his head slightly looking at the boy.
-You don't know how much.- Bleist laughed.-If you ever have the pleasure of meeting this old lady, I assure you it won't be without a long conversation over a cup of tea and chocolate biscuits. If he's not around.-He pointed at his pupil who momentarily blushed relaxing a bit.-Otherwise you won't have time to taste them.
-Master...
-I am only telling the truth.- Bleist raised his hands in a defensive gesture trying not to laugh.-And back to the subject.-He looked seriously at Matheo.-What happened?
-It's... rather complicated.- The blacksmith sighed heavily and shifted his gaze first to his wife and then to his sons.- Boys, show Draco the forge and try to choose an armour that will fit him. He will need it sooner or later.
The young wizard looked at Bleist, then rose from his seat and thanked Fiora for the meal. The brothers and James reluctantly did the same.
The four of them left, leaving Darius and Matheo alone. James wanted to stay, but he knew his master wanted to talk alone with his friend. However, he regretted that he would not be able to listen to what they would discuss.
Draco didn't need an explanation to know that his master was concerned about something, which he read from the expression on his face. He also understood that whatever problem was consuming master Vittoro was Bleist could not leave his friend alone with
