In the year 199X,
There are many skyscrapers in the capital. Roads and technology change with every era. The sound of footsteps stopped, and a tall, slender young man appeared, dark gray eyes, black hair, sharp face, slender lips. He was standing there, looking up at the tall buildings around him. People are busy with life in a hurry. Everything has changed until almost the original layout remains. Time passed quickly, but his lifespan never changed.
“Master,” a voice calling from behind made him turn to look. The young man’s still eyes stare at the person in front of him who had sent them.
“My name is Mongkol, the son of Denphum. Come and serve your master after my father.”
“Umm,” he nodded.