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It was a rainy night in a mansion located Brussels' outside. A group of twenty Templars were gathered around a table in the light of the candles; everybody were discussing over the present problem that virtually made them feel cornered to say enough.
One of them, who was sitting at the tip, listened to all the arguments of the Order's companions. Raising his hand in demand for silence, he arose and rebuked them:
- You give me a lot of penalty, gentlemen! Penalty and shame because of your very stupid attitude. Now, how it is that with all the resources that you had have available have not been so able to cope with that boy? A simple boy!
- With all due respect, master Lovelace - interrupted a man of burly half bald, aquiline nose and with a monocle on his right eye-, that "simple boy", as you calling him, is something more than just a kid...
Everyone, including the teacher, stayed silent while the Monocle man continued:
- I also had underestimated the kid from the momen