Fourty

I watched the two talk for a while. Thomas is saying to the foreigner in his language? I don't know. I can't tell what is said.

"Oh! Tehát így találkoztatok. Mikádi mindig megtalálta a bajba jutó utat. De az a testvér ...," acknowledged Thomas.

"Bátyja," the foreign man states.

"Igen! Ezt hívta," Thomas confirms.

"Ő hívja testvérét? Ez furcsa," The man comments. "Akkor ki az?"

Thomas hesitates, "Harry Wayne ... Igen, furcsa választás, ha nem tudod, hogy ki Mikasana." And then Thomas reaches his hand towards me. "Lets find the arsonist, Mikasana."

I nodded. 

Thomas led us. He has a different idea to finding the arsonist. He explains to me, "The foreigner is a member of the Ördög lovagjai. He serves the world of Pokol. Rarely, they are alone. But I know this guy. He is nice. He'll help us because the arsonist have attacked the denizen of Pokol."

I am impressed. But what is Pokol?

Thomas points to the ground. "People believe in the underground. Where the bodies would settle down way below the ground. Pokol is the Hungarian underground. However, many do live on the ground like us. Közel világ is what they are called."

And Thomas hinted the man to follow us. "Beszéltem a Közel-világról. Az emberek védelmében betöltött szerepe az, amit ő ért. De nem tudja a fájdalmat, a fájdalmadat."

The man inquired, "Kösz. Szóval a terved?"

Thomas led us to the open. He looks up. "Vártam, hogy teszteljék magam ebben. A szemem eloszlatása több "szemmel". Szükségem van rá, hogy segítsen eloszlatni," he comments.

And the man readies himself. "Hogyan?" And then he realized something. I couldn't understand. Thomas hands him the eyes. Yuck. But wait, it he giving many eyes? How is he doing it?

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