The God of Jesters
Chapter 237 - 4.06.5 The coin.

Chapter 237: 4.06.5 The coin.

This time, it was much easier.

Due to the details their Master had given them, they were able to set up a proper ambush, making it much easier for them to succeed at their goal this time.

"Owl you bastard, that old man would have killed you if not for me."

"No oh! Our work is divided into Scart. Just keep watch over our backs."

"Just for that, three fingers the next time you sleep."

"It’s for a reason like that, then I can’t hand over the Saint to you."

"But why? It’s not like it’s going to hurt him. Didn’t the master say to treat him however we want as long as he is away from those bastards?"

"That is just a test you fool. He will probably punish you for your insolence if you try to pull something on the Saint."

"Yeah yeah, still boasting as if you know the intentions of the Master." Scart spit to the side, showing some discontent.

With their name of being team one, they were considered the elites of the Church of Jester, a team entirely made up of exorcists whose sole purpose was to hunt down curses all over the world. So with experience alone, they were the strongest, even if they were not so well known and involved in the plans of their master.

Unlike Team Two and Three, which were more focused on espionage and the underworld. Team one had always been for their master’s use and they gleefully gave their freedom to him in return, earning trust from their master. Which in return let them know more about their master as he sent them on some special missions along with learning more about who he was.

It was for this reason, that both Owl and Scart were well aware of their Saint’s true nature, who he was in the present, as well as his incarnation in the past. "Such a lucky being." Owl had thought when he looked at the sleeping Farhad.

In his eyes, he can’t understand why Farhad struggled against his fate. Sure his Master’s actions lead Farhad’s father to his death. But isn’t that redundant?

All these familial relations are feeble compared to the one Farhad had with their master. So why obsess over them?

He even planned to drag that foolish woman called Remira to his side by using the flames of Samadhi as a Bargaining chip.

Isn’t this foolish?

But who knows, if this is what makes him so interesting in his master’s eyes. Or, the reason might be something else.

’Master is a sentimental person.’ One weakness of his master was that he was too sentimental. Jester had come to Owl’s dream at times, showing his conflicting emotions during the rare times he had been weak.

Sentiments that had made an almost invincible figure like Jester, weak.

But that kind of flaw is what attracted Owl to him. That as well as his childlike curiosity as he messed with the lives of common folks or even little critters, like a god playing with his toys.

With Owl and some other members of the team, one being part of it either as the audience or the character. Letting them experience the joy that Jester had kept to himself.

"The cowards don’t dare follow us," Scrat spoke from the back, letting Owl know it was time. With a single swipe, he took out the paper on which Remira had written a message. ’Nothing here.’ Although the words were a bit interesting he could somewhat infer what she meant here. But he didn’t care what was written on the surface. After ensuring that there was no tracking method on the slip, he handed it to Scrat, while he took off all of Farhad’s clothes.

"Doing it here?"

"Then do you wish to expect me to do it in the base?" With a swipe of his hand, little paper birds escaped from his sleeves, making screeching sounds.

There were almost a hundred of these birds and with a twist of Owl’s fingers, all of them fell on Farhad’s body, unfurling themselves and then covering each path of his body inch by inch.

After one side was done, Scrat hurried and turned Farhad’s body over, so the other side could be covered as well.

And this time, he didn’t try to pull anything stupid like the various times he had done before.

"You can now pick him up."

******

Remira’s eyes turned bright as she felt the slight connection she had with Farhad suddenly disappears.

’Did they find it out?’ She wondered, before shaking her head.

That was an impossible feat to do unless those people knew what to look for, in the little time they had, unless they had the ability to put a ban on the whole body.

Of course, Remira had expected this to happen eventually as the distance between the two parties grew. But the timing and the sudden nature of this disappearance still put her in a bit of shock.

Ruining her plant to some limit.

’I just have to follow up on my promise.’

Her original plan was a simple misdirection. The slip was never meant for Farhad, he didn’t even know her writing. Not to mention, she had long agreed to help Farhad save his sister, whether he survives the ordeal or not.

So that slip held no purpose other than to give Farhad some hope while misdirecting his captors into thinking she wouldn’t pursue them anymore.

But now, with the trace of Farhad disappearing, tracking them was going to be an issue.

"What happened?" Hamuk asked while noticing the oddities on Remira’s face. But she just shook her head. "Just a realization, never expected the shadows to play such a part here."

Hamuk had explained the reason why Remira was not able to find the traces of shadows so easily. And much to her surprise, it was not as deep as she had expected.

In Hamuk’s eyes, she was someone with weak eyesight, someone who gave more priority to her nose and ears, than sight itself. But it didn’t mean she had weak eyesight, but in Remira’s habit, her eyes played little role during her fights. Which became a kind of weakness.

"Her father was the same, guess, it’s in her genes." Rajara was in no mood to joke after the recent experience and the loss she felt at seeing Farhad be taken away. But she still made a simple joke to lighten the mood here.

And as she said, there was some validity in her words. The one-eyed Wolf’s single eye was more of a decoration than an actual sensory organ. There were many who had turned into the one-eyed wolf, the Blind Beast.

It was said that in her true form, the One-eyed wolf was completely transparent like a phantom, making the lights go through her body and in turn making her blind.

A form that Remira had woken up not too long ago, but requires the blessings of the moon to truly show its might.

Of course, it was a bastardized version of it that was corrupted due to a mixture of two incompatible bloodlines, creating an abomination in the process.

"Don’t’ be so down due to it, and I also believe if you fought him for long, you might have been able to see the true essence of his ability. Then finding your true body won’t be that hard." Although Hamuk hadn’t personally seen Remira fight, he could know at a glance if Remira was not a greenhorn.

There is just an air around her, that speaks volumes of her experience. And in his line of work, this air was more of a proof than the strength of one’s realm. It proved that they had survived a harsh ordeal, which had been ingrained deep into their soul.

It was a burden to some, but to others, it changed them for the better.

"Also, if I didn’t think wrong, that man probably uses illusions in a way to hide his weakness. The only reason why he wasn’t able to do it here was the trap he had set up."

"Then killing him next time won’t be that hard. I just need to prevent him from casting his illusion, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah, you need to jump him, instead of him jumping you. And for that, I brought you something." Then out of nowhere, Hamuk took out a small coin. "The details I gave you were about the leader, the one you call an owl. As for the little insect hiding in the dark. He is hard to find even for grandmaster-level figures."

"But the one he met was me, the poor kid was just unlucky." He spoke, while dropping the coin on Remira’s hand. Much to her confusion.

"What is this?" She asked, not understanding what this old man was talking about.

Instead of an answer from Hamuk, it was her mother Rajara who spoke first. "Hamuk, take it back, that thing is too precious.?"

"What is precious, if this can help a Radiant Knight, then nothing will matter."

"And don’t look at me like that, it’s not as precious as your mother is making it out to be. It’s an old relic. One that is closer to ruin."

"It’s the coin of fate."