That accursed family had countless mbers, so 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 rely branch mber 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 sothing major. He wished to kill the strong and important mbers 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 mbers move in open or hiding from his eyes.
However, due to the sudden nature of the Monster, such thods couldn’t have been implented in ti, 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 co 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 n 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 na, but it’s understandable how he earned it.
Since reaching the level of Grandmaster, Wajih had an ugly thod 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 na of Blade Storm or anything else, but that ugly na. Truly offensive in his eyes.
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Ca the next day and the preparations were done by his n without an issue. His entourage was also made up of rely elven of his n. Among them, there were Seven knights, three mages, and a Mystic.
"The journey will be thought, we might co 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 n 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 ti, there was a sickly look on the man’s face, which was a miracle considering he was close to dying during his eting with Wajih a day before.
It would seem the Colgiri Alliance was truly ready for his outburst, otherwise with no matter how good their treatnt is, it would be hard for this man to recover after having all the iron in his blood extracted.
"Grandmaster Wajih, welco..." The man introduced himself again, leading the rcenaries to one of the shiny ships that was still going through so 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 ?" 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 asures, it’s better safe than sorry." Excuses ca in like a flood, though Wajih who was rely playing with the man spoke in a cold tone and said. "Silence... I have heard enough of its capabilities, tell 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 lded into the seas from the distance, and such beauty and sleekness ca 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 an 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 co on this one journey was good enough.
"Rember, after Laisa, their protection is paramount." Laisa was their team’s Mystic, the weakest as well as the strongest mber of their team depending on the context one is talking. So she has twenty-four-hour protection from the Knights of their rcenary group all the ti. 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 ti, making them a lethal force on the battlefield. Only a fool would dare to co 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 ti has been shortened to the extre.
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 re three months.
The ship left the harbor by four of the evening, unaware that this journey of theirs would let them et the chance of their life.
*****
"A fool to the extre..." 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 mont, 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 so arrogance, his strength obviously blinding his judgnt for the mont. "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 an that place will welco 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 sowhat 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 ti 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 overti and looking over the horizon for a sign of life.
Which he found far faster than Farhad. "A ship?" It appeared a bit fast, sowhat lting into the scenery around it, and. "Blood." The water carried the sll 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.
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