"Shh, don't talk. You are not in the condition to explain the past events"

Haji Tea said. Akash nodded as well, Jurgen sighed and closed his eyes.

<Somewhere in slave city>

There was a live interview broadcasting on a news tv channel, on the VIP seat was sitting an old man with a green suit. While on the seat of the host, there was a charming lady. The lady started.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen. Today we have a special guest from government, Mr Jack Susu."

The man in green smirked

"Haha, hey everyone"

"Mr Jack we have limited time today, so let's go straight to the questions session directly. Mr Jack, what do you think about the teams this time, who do you think will win?"

The hostess asked.

"If you ask me, I'll say the teams are pretty good. As for who will win in my opinion, I would rather remain silent."

The green suited man replied.

"The audience would like to know, Mr Jack"

The hostess insisted with a fake smile.

"Well, I will think Abran city will win"

The man answered confidently

The answer of Jack Susu astonished the viewers, no one believed that a government officer is supporting the cursed city. They believed Akash Tagar won by a fluke, Padidan's candidates were terrified by that absolute killing intent of an unknown source. Abran took the chance and claimed victory.

The female host started to sweat, it was a live show and she was prohibited to speak or listen anything which mag displease the viewers. She cleared her throat

"Ehm... I guess you made a mistake with the name, sir."

She said

"Haha, no-no. I truly believe and think Abran will win this tournament"

Jack chuckled and said.

The hostess looked at her boss behind the camera and he nodded with an angry expression glued on his face.

She quickly spoke

"Everyone saw Abran won by an odd chance, Padidan's tamers we..."

"Quiett, young lady"

Jack interrupted and halted the speech of the hostess.

He continued

"I was present at Abran's 1st match, everyone was worried, surprise and tensed, when they sensed that alien robust killing intent, including me. But... in the middle of the throng, I found someone, who was not affected by the intent, not even slightest. As a result, my guesswork told me that we have yet to see the full potential of Abran's sole candidate."

"With due respect, I think you are not good at guesswork, Mr Jack. We do not have any equipment that can measure one's fear, Abran's candidate Akash was only good at hiding his fear. Deep inside, he was as scared as a jack-rabbit that has heard the howl of a wolf. "

The tone of the lady changed from respectful to insolent of a sudden.

<Abran City>

"Those bastards..."

Zaheer Seth was enraged by the words of the hostess, he was about to smash the TV but his sons clinched and stopped him.

"Calm down, old man"

Hasnain said while seizing his father's waist.

"Let go of me, I'll slice that stupid optical machine, where even a whore can insult our monarch"

"Uhh... Uncle Zaheer"

Razi Tea spoke.

"What?"

Zaheer retorted.

"You already broke all TVs of the city on Abran's 1st win celebration. This... is the only TV we have left, if you destroy it too. We won't be able to watch his majesty's match."

"Oh... you should have said that earlier"

Zaheer said and quietly sat on a mat in front of the TV.

"Big bro, I got one TV in my room. Tell me whenever you need it."

Meer Tea spoke out loud.

Razi Tea turned his head and gave a fierce deadly glare to his brother.

"Sshhh, sit down. Family head lied to calm elder Zaheer Seth"

Another man sitting beside Meer spoke.

Razi silently palmed his face and stayed in that position when he heard a cracking voice, he looked and found Zaheer Seth tightening his grip on glaive.

"You are in deep trouble, boy. Even that old fart Baghi of yours never dared to lie"

Zaheer Seth said.

"Rest in Peace, new family head"

Bilawal Seth uttered.

"It was nice knowing you"

Hasnain Seth commented

"Wait... uncle, uncle listen to me."

<Slave City>

"Then why not place a bet?"

Jack Seth calmly asked in a calm tone.

"You want to bet on Abran city?"

The hostess asked astoundingly.

"Is there any problem with it?"

He stretched his arms and continued

"Usually, I dislike the gamble. But on rare occasions, such as this. I take some risks. So... would you like to bet?"

"If you are insis..."

"Not you, young lady"

Jack interrupted the hostess and said

"I'm talking to the owner of this channel, he is the ring leader here not you."

The owner gave an eye signal to the lady host, she hurriedly stood and left the seat. A middle-aged man came and sat in her seat, he was in a two-piece suit. The man looked calm and compose.

"What are you betting?"

The boss of the TV channel asked.

"Our bet will be simple, we will place our everything at stake"

The old man in the suit said.

The media boss flinched, a drop of sweat ran down his cheek.

"Including your position in government?"

"Haha, bet accepted. We are in a live interview right now, everyone is watching including the government's higher-ups. You won't back off now, will you?"

The media boss said right after.

"Haha, no. Why would I back off from an already won bet"

He said

A position in the government is what every man and woman dream of on this planet, government is the top power except few large organisations. The betting was done in front of the entire province.

The old man in green stood up from his seat and smiled.

"By the way, do you know my position in government?"

"Yes, I was informed that you work in the department of foreign affairs."

"Do you by chance know the minister of foreign affairs?"

Jack Susu asked.

"Yes, he is one of the 10 dragons of government. Bernard Maracass, the illusionist, everyone knows him"

Jack grabbed his hair and pulled it, every worker and viewer was looking at this strange behaviour with interest. Slowly, the skin was starting to peel off. With a gentle push the entire skin of the head came out, it was a face mask. Under which was a middle-aged handsome man with a full ducktail beard, his hair reached his shoulders. He threw the mask at the channel's owner and left.

The boss of the TV channel fell on his knees as if he saw a ghost. Everyone was in shock except the lady host in red, she quickly went to help her boss and asked.

"Sir, who was that man."

"He... he was... Sir Bernard Maracass"

Her eyes widened and she gasped

"The minister... of foreign... affairs?"

She gathered her courage to confirm it again.

"Ye... yes"

The boss replied.

In that very instance, she recalled that she misbehaved with him. Her hands started to shiver, her legs became wobbly and she fell.

~Aannchhooooo~

"Hahh, who is talking about me behind my back."

Bernard sneezed and said, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose.

"Hmm, I think I should meet the youngster of Abran. Just to make sure he wins, I can't lose my ministry."

He talked to himself as he kept walking on the aisle