Alastor wonder throughout the forest. He skipped past the left road they have followed as a shortcut. Not too long, he found them inside the ice dome that Linda seems created to protect themselves against the monsters of Hannibal.

Alastor cut it off and saw them laid in the ground, unconscious. It seems that they’ve been caught on that man’s illusion, thus, putting them in a position where they can’t protect themselves. On the nick of time, Linda was able to put a barrier between them and the monsters, hoping that they won’t be able to break inside, which is quite right, because all of the monsters were called upon and fought Alastor.

They woke in a few minutes, while Alastor remained on guard.

“What happened?” Linda grunted.

Ken sluggishly stands up and the wall to stood balanced and catch his breath.

“It’s the enemy’s illusion. Come on, there’s a lot we have to discuss.”

After a while and long explanation of Alastor about what happen, Linda came to a conclusion.

“I thought the hunter tribes on the Coastal region are pitting against each other. Well, it’s not our concern.”

“What will we do about that sensitive information?” Alastor asked.

Obviously, that information would likely receive by the governments, including the canaries.

“Of course, we will tell the truth. It’s not like it’s going to affect the Glade in some ways. Our current objective is the money and to assist the political envoy.”

Ken nodded.

“We have to come clean as an adventurer, that is.”

They have come early in the mansion. As usual, the guards are protective and assertive when they saw them. Getting closer, they have realized who they are and reluctantly allowed them to go inside.

They headed in the room where they meet last time. They call the butler and explained the sensitivity of the information, hence, the butler wakes up the lord early in the morning.

Coming inside, the lord yawns.

“I understand the trepidation, but a man needs a sleep.”

“We’re very sorry if we wake you up this early.”

“Now we’ve come here. What’s the matter?”

“One of your men, Jett.”

“What about him?”

“He’s behind all of this.” Alastor said with no hint of lying.

“That’s preposterous!” The lord’s voice flared.

The butler who was silently listening hold off the lord’s shoulder.

“We’re not lying. Look at his quarters, you’ll see he already left the place.”

The butler went to the window and shouted at the guards to find Jett.

“That’s impossible, Jett is one of my formidable guards.”

“Him and his companion Hannibal were doing experiments in the forest.”

“What kind of experiment it is?” The butler asked.

“Slaving experiments. They aiming to extend their copying abilities by connecting the lifelines of the monsters to them.”

The lord raised a brow.

“Oh, and I kinda forgot to tell you, they’re Tribunal Hunters.”

“What?!”

“We suspect that they’ve fled their tribe.”

“If that’s so then I guess we will have to contact the police for this matter.”

A guard came and said what they’ve have expected, Jett left the place. The reason of his leave lies on their group’s explanation, but truly is, they’ve reached their quota and must find a new place to continue their experiments.

“Very well. As for your compensation, I will deliver it as I promised, only you must promise that you mustn’t tell anyone about this.”

“We understood.” He humbly replied.

They didn’t waste any more time and get on their journey. As soon as the dawn broke and streak the land with its elegant lights, they’ve gone out on the mansion.

They paid the caretaker of Liber and rode towards their destination. Alastor was in front driving, while the two is in the back.

“I can’t believe we solved the case quickly.” Ken cheerily said. “It’s a new record.”

“I suppose,” Alastor agreed to his statement, but it doesn’t feel right to feel that way, “but we were only able to do that because the enemies are also done in that place.”

“Dude! Even we got lucky, we shouldn’t worry about that, at least we got 50,000 haz. We don’t have to worry about our travel. By the way, Linda, I saw a shop on that village maybe we can buy a whole pack of beef jerky.”

“No.” She firmly said, “We must use this money wisely. Needless I have to tell you; we might bump of something unexpected.”

“Don’t spiral on something you have no control. Now, don’t resist, give me some money!”

Ken lunges and tried to take away the chest that Linda’s holding.

“No!”

And so, the two argues as they continued their journey.

Somewhere miles away from the conflict, Jett use his web ability to create a swing. He slept in there, waiting for Hannibal to come. Not too long, he heard flapping of wings and he landed near him.

“About time.” Jett yawns and observed Hannibal. “Did you finish the job?”

His stiff face tells the rest.

“So, you did not.”

“They got lucky.”

A man got out in the shadow. His face illuminated under the light of the stars. His thick slacken hair is black as the sky. “Or you became quite an arrogant and let your guard down.”

“Shut up otherworlder.”

The man laughed.

“Now, now, you two hold your horses.” Jett get himself in the middle to stop the two.

Hannibal hissed. He harbors little trust with the person he refers as ‘otherworlder’, but because he helped them with their experimentation, he would have trash him the moment he met him.

“Don’t get riled up. There are monsters nearby. You might wake them up. I doubt that you can use your power in your current state.”

“Why you?!” Hannibal gritted his teeth.

“Hey enough!” Jett shouted. “You,” He pointed at the man named Abel Newtman, “Shut up. Your provocations are not helping.”

“Geez, fine.”

“Hannibal, there’s a ship docking just ahead, there are supposed to be a medic there.”

Hannibal right now is sleeping in a room. Should Abel hasn’t prepared this ship, Hannibal would in a world of trouble.

The majestic ship creaked and groaned as it swayed leading outside the river and to the ocean. The sails rippled, fat and flapping with wind. Jett went to the quarter-deck and, stared out at the yellow crested sea.

“We’re very glad, you’ve come with us.” Jett said, expected the man from his behind.

“Well, of course, I won’t let anything happen to both the two of you.”

“Right, because we haven’t made our promise yet.”

Abel nodded. “I still need a body of a Mephistic Hunter.”

“Hmm.” Jett grumbled. “For your revenge. You want to return the favor to your brother that betrayed you, what was his name again? Oh, wait, it’s Hive.”

“Oh, this so much more than a revenge. The Ordinals must suffer for what they’ve done to me.”

“Right, so, how come the Mephistic Hunter will help you and your plan?”

“That’s for me to know.”

Abel grinned and left.

A blanket of eeriness fell over his shoulder. As a matter of fact, Jett doesn’t truly trust Abel, maybe because of his character. He’s everything that they needed the most, almost, bold, cunning but unpredictable. His character remains in disguised and this strange behavior of his keeps Jett in constant in check to be careful of his movements.

Now, he doesn’t seemingly draw any kind of hostile behavior against them.