The God of Jesters
Chapter 620 - 9.15.3 The old brother.

Chapter 620: 9.15.3 The old brother.

There was little known of Farhad among the foreign nations. To them, he was just a cynark asset, as for his talents, barely anyone truly understood. And if not for the involvement of the Radiant Order as well as the Church of Red Sun, even the little information they had at hand wouldn’t be as detailed.

Not to mention, barely anyone knew that the monster that had terrorized the borders with Langurt was him. So Arbood didn’t put the two and two together, nor was he aware of what kind of bloodline Farhad carried.

However if there was one thing that made him much more aware of Farhad’s identity, then it would be Farhad’s father.

"You will be correct, I am his son," Rosso spoke without shame or fear. After reaching a certain level of strength, there is never a need to hide behind masks anymore. For strength reigns supreme and the ones in front of him barely seemed strong. Including the only dwarf without armor Gael.

This didn’t mean that Gael was weak, but it’s just that the current Farhad was far too strong than anyone could ever conceive. Strength that once unleashed would barely be handled by someone of legendary status. A sign that Farhad was not normal anymore.

He was an anomaly, the kind who didn’t understand his own reality at the moment, but the words the first knight spoke, remained in Farhad’s head.

As for Arbood, hearing Farhad’s confirmation over the matter, he did appear slightly angry, though, from the armor, Farhad couldn’t feel much. Though the silence was deafening enough to make him ask. "Would we have any problem?" There was no emotion in that tone, no fear. It was a deterrent tone that made Arbood understand that he wasn’t someone to be taken lightly.

And Arbood after a sigh spoke in a calm tone. "There is none, we agree to the terms, and hope you succeed in your journey." Varkus that monster. Holding the title of a Marshall and going on raids to deal with foreign spies or unstable elements. It was easy to imagine how many enemies that man might have earned through his life. Though worse was all the propaganda born out of it. Everyone that Marshall Maisel killed, would be widely used to promote the Cynark military.

And Maisel’s name also became synonymous with hate among certain countries that had the bad luck of dealing with him.

Including Arbood’s own son, who died during one of his operations inside Cynark territory due to the orders that came from above. And now the killer’s son was right in front of him.

A son that Arbood did wish to kill, but he held himself back. Varkus was dead, and even though he had a foot on his deathbed, going emotional at this point would be against his goal. So kill the emotions and think things through rationally.

This man, it’s not just worth it.

’If I survive this, then I might.’ He thought to himself.

This is why he went his merry ways with the other dwarves while Farhad brought Rosso with him.

"Still down are you?" Farhad asked, looking at the downtrodden face of this creation of his old friend. Before he turned his head to the rat and let him go. "Go back to him, he needs you," This Jester mouse, appeared healthier than before, which made Farhad wonder what happened to him, though now was not the time for that.

Gently putting the rat over Rosso’s shoulder, a rat that kept refusing to let go of Farhad’s hand, made him think it was a bit weird. Before he spoke to Rosso again. "Speak something, generally Jester’s minions are a bunch of shameless bastards that barely had any sense of self-preservation when working for a goal... its rare for a zealot like you to be so."

"Self-centered? I... I don’t know."

"That’s not what I meant." Side by side, the two walked toward the other village. Their lives had entirely been changed due to Jester, and in a way, they were his creations. However, there was a stark difference between what they personally received from them and what they had received from him.

For Farhad, it was just Jester’s memories, his thoughts, his ideals, his experiences, and his desires, all were forced upon Farhad, which had made him countless times how much he had been impacted by that man.

While Rosso, all he ever received was knowledge and that’s all. The experience needs to be earned by Rosso himself, and with the limited life he had, he barely understood the joy that this world holds.

And just when he was starting to appreciate it, he learned that he couldn’t leave this accursed place.

"You are a fool, your emotions change like a teen boy," Farhad spoke in a brotherly tone. "Which is not bad... even I, who is someone older than you was having his own tantrum not too long ago," Farhad spoke recalling the state of mind he was in before coming here.

It was not good, and in a way, he can also see the turbulence of emotion in Rosso at this time.

"What are you meaning to say? Just say it."

"Not too long ago, I had bad thoughts as well as ideas before coming here. I was even planning to end it all once I got to this place and pay my debt to Jester. But you know, funnily enough, someone came at the right time and said words that I hadn’t even considered before." Early on, he really didn’t have time to reconsider it. But now in hindsight, the words that Remira spoke to him really helped.

"Who was it?"

"Knight Remira, you should know her considering you are his creation."

"I do, and I had the bad luck of meeting her once... she is... annoying."

"Well yes, she is. But not a bad person, so don’t think of her as such. We just stand on opposite sides at the moment hence we get treated this way."

"You are coming to her defense? After what her actions led to?"

"I don’t know what you are talking about, nor am I coming to her defense, all I am saying is that her words helped me." Farhad then spoke in detail about what she spoke to him, which does sound a bit embarrassing to think of in hindsight. Which made Farhad only imagine the strength it took for Remira to speak those words.

"Our situations are different, you were here to end it. I was here and... and I started looking forward to the life I would have after rescuing my creator." Rosso said, putting his finger on the rat’s head that kept shouting at him to ask Farhad some childish questions. "But it’s the end for me... it won’t be long before everything ends for me."

Rosso never expected that he would feel this way one day. It’s so odd, so bizarre for him. And he hated it.

"You are thinking too much... yes the normal way of escape doesn’t remain for you anymore, but it doesn’t mean there are no alternatives," Farhad spoke, looking at him. "Didn’t you cheat before, do that stuff some more?"

"I am not strong enough, there are limits to my ability."

"Then if you can’t do it, then ask for some help," Farhad spoke, looking toward the cat hiding in his chest.

Which shook its head showing that it truly didn’t know the way. "Of course, Sir Catto was stuck here for who knows how long, if you knew the way, you must have escaped." Farhad appeared kinder than before and even more playful.

A side of him that even he didn’t know existed. "Then let’s think things through... I am weak now, now enough to break open this place... but with the way I am growing, it won’t be long before I am strong enough to find ways... I saw the First Knight before and he created a Token out of thin air... that kind of strength can probably be replicated or at least requested off once I am high enough in the food chain."

"You plan to rescue me?... With that kind of foolish plan."

"It might take decades or even centuries. As long as you can endure, I will try to find a way out of it all." Farhad knew what Rosso needed most at this point.

Reassurance as well as hope. "Not to mention, even if I don’t succeed, you think Jester would let you rot here once he comes back? You know him, that bastard went to war with Cynark due to one friend of his. He is obsessive."

At those words, some light finally came into Rosso’s eyes.

"Yes, my creator... he won’t let me rot here."

"So don’t think too hard, for now, let’s focus on escaping. That’s the only way out." Farhad spoke, treating Rosso like a little brother.

Unaware of the fact that there was certain someone overlooking their actions.

"Fascinating duo... but they are still too mentally weak, they were easily led on by the scenarios, turning emotional. But the Dwarf... he seems to hold some potential." The voice spoke, looking in the direction of Arbood who had been able to maintain some of his sanity, keeping his mind free of the influence.

"Is it death that makes him immune? Even the Radiant’s fell for it, but a weak dwarf was able to maintain his calm."

"Weird, odd, wonderful and amazing. The good servant he would be, though the mark is an issue."

"Non-issue... here for me, meaning they need me for something. Perfect, wonderfully perfect... He will be my servant in exchange for my services." Spoke the man who put down his magnifying glass from the flower and then returned to the small tea hut overlooking the garden. "Come to me fast... I am waiting for you all." With those words, he put down his glasses and then opened a small book that held infinite pages. "Day 937 in the Fields of Knowledge, wonderful things have happened. This will be the most eventful day since the First Knight’s arrival..."