Chapter 155: The Wind Has A Name
To survive the bounty, one must become the wind—felt by all, but recognized by none.
Zane had worn the scarf because of this very reason as well.
He didn’t want to show his face.
He and the others had gone to take Hena’s money but since Zane had no experience and wasn’t accustomed to how to handle anyone but himself, he didn’t take the Warden into account.
But he tried his best.
He agreed to give Warden sixty percent and when the time came to give him that, Zane gave him something else.
A meager amount.
The first pouch that he gave the gray armored Warden only had ten gold lumens.
The Warden didn’t accept it as he was sure they got more than that in Hena’s house.
So since the warden had seen that it was Hena who handed the pouch to Zane, he believed she was responsible for storing the money.
Therefore, he snatched her ring and took out a second pouch.
In this pouch, there were forty gold lumens. Four times more money than the first pouch.
The warden had first seen less money so when he saw the second pouch, his brain found it more than ever and believed that was all the loot Zane could steal from the house.
Even if the man raised doubts, the acting of Zane’s desperation and his begging made the warden sure that it was all the money Zane had.
Not to mention he also addressed Hena as a traitor bitch. That only strengthened his act.
The warden was satisfied and under the pretense of teaching Zane a lesson, he decided to keep both the pouches.
For the man, he believed he had taken hundred percent of their loot but for Zane and the others, he had taken zero money that Zane actually got from Hena’s house.
The fifty gold lumens were simply the spare change that Hena carried with herself daily for her expenses.
That was the whole plan of Zane.
To make the Warden believe that he won. That he got more than sixty percent.
And the fact that only Hena had the flame ring on her finger, the Warden was even more sure of his win. Because he had personally checked Hena’s ring and took everything it had.
If someone else had the Flame ring, the man would have checked their rings too.
And drunk in his win, the warden didn’t even think of the fact that they could have simply hid their rings in their pockets.
But even if the warden had checked their pockets, he would have found no ring on Jammy and Xavier.
Only Draxus had a ring and if the warden had checked it, only air would have come out of it.
Draxus’ ring was empty.
Zane had prepared for all the scenarios.
His paranoid mind helped him devise such a plan.
Yes, he too had a ring but it didn’t look like the flame ring.
So Zane was sure that even if the Warden saw it, he would not pay it that much mind.
Zane could simply say that it’s a cheap ring his father gave him.
But what Zane couldn’t foresee was the Skill of the warden.
As soon as Warden got a good look at Zane’s Key Of Oblivion, his heart told him to take it.
He was even ready to buy it from Zane for ten gold lumens.
But Zane could not sell the ring. Not for ten gold lumens. Because it was carrying ten times more money than Warden offered.
It had the same ten thousand gold lumens that came out of Hena’s wall.
Not to mention, it was really his parents’ memory.
It was merged with the key Zane had found in their bag. It was a merged object.
There was no way he would give it to the Warden.
He tried to dissuade the man but the man didn’t give up.
Seeing the man would not back down, Zane dropped his act.
He outright refused the Warden.
Straight No.
And that refusal made the armored man even more sure that the ring was special.
He definitely wanted it now.
And since Zane wasn’t giving it willingly, the man had no choice but to use force. Just the way he liked.
He raised his sword and aimed at Zane.
But Zane saw it coming ages ago and made a plan for this scenario as well.
So he turned to Draxus and ordered in only one word:
"Run."
WHISH!
Draxus, Hena, and Xavier were no more.
They vanished from in front of Hena’s house.
Only Jammy and Zane were present.
The warden asked about them and instead of answering, Zane gestured with his eyes towards the waist of the man.
The warden followed the gaze of the gutterborn and when he saw the lack of his pouches around his waist...
"You bastard!"
He snapped.
Not only Draxus ran but he ran with all the pouches that the Warden carried with himself.
In search of more money, the warden lost all of it.
Naturally, it didn’t sit right with him and the only person he could vent his anger on was Zane.
Zane knew that too.
So before the Warden launched his sword at an insane speed, Zane stepped to the side.
But he underestimated the speed.
The steel glazed his cheek and along with his cheek, it got hold of something else too.
His scarf.
It came off.
And as it came off, the thing the gutterborn was afraid of, happened.
The warden saw Zane’s face.
Zane couldn’t hide his face anymore as the scarf went away with the sword somewhere he didn’t see.
Zane and warden locked eyes with each other as Zane watched the man’s next actions.
The warden stared at the young man with narrowed eyes.
"I think I have seen..."
The warden drifted off and shoved his hand under his armor.
From his chest, he took out something.
A paper.
But when Zane paid attention, it wasn’t just paper.
It was something else.
The warden landed his eyes on the paper and the moment he did that, his eyes bulged.
His hands trembled as he raised the paper, side by side to Zane.
After that check, he was sure of it now.
"You... You..."
He stuttered, his voice didn’t help him.
But he was sure of it.
The paper in his hand wouldn’t lie.
Because the paper...
"You are Zane Atlas!"
It was a photograph.
