The God of Jesters
Chapter 650 - 10.01.4 The wonderful ship.

Chapter 650: 10.01.4 The wonderful ship.

That accursed family had countless members, some even working directly for the Emperor of Azad, making it far harder for Wajih to cause any real harm. The ones he did kill were merely branch member of that family, and their blood only afforded him a needle worth of iron from their blood. Even then, that blood was too low quality for him to care.

He wished for something major. He wished to kill the strong and important members of their family for so long that it’s been his biggest dream until now. As fate would have it, this family had always protected its own, rarely letting the core members move in open or hiding from his eyes.

However, due to the sudden nature of the Monster, such methods couldn’t have been implemented in time, which exposed the state of the Third son of his enemy—a Grandmaster like him only in title.

For there was no one like him, no one can come close to his strength.

"Send the bonus to all involved in keeping an eye on him, let them enjoy a six-month vacation." To those who brought him results, Wajih never held back from rewarding them. It’s the classic carrot and stick approach, the best way to keep his men in line and work for him.

"As you order Master." Seeing his attendant off, Wajih started to smile, a smile that was rare on his face as he with a thought dragged out a small needle hidden in his cloth. "You will grow in size soon." Blood Sword Monarch is an ugly name, but it’s understandable how he earned it.

Since reaching the level of Grandmaster, Wajih had an ugly method of extracting iron from the blood of his enemies and turning them into silver blades. Barely the size of a finger or in any proper shape, the only danger these blades possessed was their penetrative power that could shred the enemies to a pulp if Wajih wanted.

Though such feats didn’t earn him the name of Blade Storm or anything else, but that ugly name. Truly offensive in his eyes.

*****

Came the next day and the preparations were done by his men without an issue. His entourage was also made up of merely elven of his men. Among them, there were Seven knights, three mages, and a Mystic.

"The journey will be thought, we might come across the military might of Cynark, but our mission is not to fight, it is to collect..." After going over their goal and setting up the route, the men looked at him wondering if the old ships would be used for this mission. But Wajih didn’t speak much on that part, he just led them to the outskirts of the city and then to a closed-off area directly under the Colgiri Alliance, which was their shipyard.

"The ship will be provided by them." Reaching their area, a familiar face appeared. Sweating far more than last time, there was a sickly look on the man’s face, which was a miracle considering he was close to dying during his meeting with Wajih a day before.

It would seem the Colgiri Alliance was truly ready for his outburst, otherwise with no matter how good their treatment is, it would be hard for this man to recover after having all the iron in his blood extracted.

"Grandmaster Wajih, welcome..." The man introduced himself again, leading the mercenaries to one of the shiny ships that was still going through some last-minute cleaning.

"A custom-made ship built for stealth missions, there is no mast required as the engine is optimal enough to not waste too much energy, all the products and additions on the ships had also been modified and the labels chiseled off so that no one can pinpoint their origins"

"Expecting us to fail or be caught? Is this the amount of trust you have in me?" Wajih asked, showing a level of aggression in his voice, which did shut up the manager, and even made him tremble a bit. If not for the years of practice being close to such brutal figures, the manager might have already loosened his bladder, but he held it in and spoke with a pathetic laugh.

"Just precautionary measures, it’s better safe than sorry." Excuses came in like a flood, though Wajih who was merely playing with the man spoke in a cold tone and said. "Silence... I have heard enough of its capabilities, tell me how much can it endure."

"Well, to keep the weight low and the ship fast..."

"So it just looks strong, it’s a hollow shell of a ship."

A beauty it was, with the hard shell and sleek design, the shiny surface of this ship completely melded into the seas from the distance, and such beauty and sleekness came with a price, the ship’s hull was not too strong nor heavy. Its sole purpose was to go behind enemy lines steal things and rush back.

"Doesn’t mean it’s weak, its hardness still exceeds that of the Cured Ironwood generally used in the antiquity era wooden ships, it can endure the bullets or short canon fire, nothing on the level of magic cannons though."

"Good enough then."

The ship was not hard to manage, and the only extra crew that joined them was just two people, engineers whose whole job was to maintain the functions of the ships and fix anything that was broken.

Prized talent that anyone would love to have, considering how much knowledge their small brain might hold for the ship, but Wajih understood that people like this were generally under contracts, once they left their company, they could never show their skills pertaining to the specifics of the ship outside, so letting them come on this one journey was good enough.

"Remember, after Laisa, their protection is paramount." Laisa was their team’s Mystic, the weakest as well as the strongest member of their team depending on the context one is talking. So she has twenty-four-hour protection from the Knights of their Mercenary group all the time. With one of them even being her own husband.

As for the three mages of the group, well they were not the foolish ones from the Tower, but War mages who knew how to wield a blade and a gun. Even their shields were active all the time, making them a lethal force on the battlefield. Only a fool would dare to come close to them, which is why Wajih didn’t care for their protection as much.

"Everyone find a place for yourself because the next four months are going to be arduous." Generally, it’s a year-long journey from Azad to the Brihma Continent, but with modern ship motors, the time has been shortened to the extreme.

Which was further shortened due to their unique little ship, which ran even faster than normal motor Ships, making it possible to reach the continent in a mere three months.

The ship left the harbor by four of the evening, unaware that this journey of theirs would let them meet the chance of their life.

*****

"A fool to the extreme..." Rosso just had a spat with Farhad.

A spat about the inefficiency of this big brother of his. "Flying over the oceans will make us an easy target, the world is far more complicated than you would think." At the moment, like a giant whale, Farhad swam the ocean while keeping a small cat and Rosso above his back.

"You think there is anyone strong enough to harm us here?" Rosso asked with some arrogance, his strength obviously blinding his judgment for the moment. "If not for you, I would have reached Yethel by now on my own."

"You think Yethel is safe? Malidi might have rescued Jester, but it doesn’t mean that place will welcome us anymore."

"The creator made that country what it is, you think they would abandon him just because of that issue?"

"It doesn’t matter what Jester did for the country, what matters is the will of its leaders and you know better than anyone who currently rules that place."

Lord Emotion, a being who Farhad can’t fathom, but from the deeds and stories alone, he somewhat had an idea what kind of being it is. ’At least a totem.’ A powerful one that can even suppress the Blue Rose that he witnessed from his own eyes.

And against such a being, neither he nor Rosso stood any chance.

As for this cat that was finally out of its jail and seeing the world for the first time in thousands of years... well it was disappointed.

"Don’t worry... it won’t be long before we find land." Farhad could sense the vitalities of people, so he knew where the density of people was easy.

While Rosso, had his own senses working overtime and looking over the horizon for a sign of life.

Which he found far faster than Farhad. "A ship?" It appeared a bit fast, somewhat melting into the scenery around it, and. "Blood." The water carried the smell of blood from that ship.

"HIDE!" Spoke Farhard, his back opening up and devouring the two above him, before he swam down into the sea in an effort to hide from these people.