Chapter 85 - 85. Red Leader Daddy...? How Cool Is That?

"Daddy... Daddy... We are all worried. You told us you would be gone by 1 hour and the guards had been asking us what we had been doing here for almost 3 hours. Look, we even had a tub of ice cream and Mummy bought a loaf soft bread and we had ice cream sandwich. We even shared it with the guards over there, guarding the Archmage Tower." Ingles spoke up with her mouth that was smudged with chocolate from the icecream.

"Daddy... Daddy... Did anything happen to you? How come you look like a blurr sotong right now? Don't you remember us anymore or something? Are you in some kind of trance? How about you sit here and have an ice cream sandwich... Oops... I forgot, its all melted now." Jane spoke as she looked at me like I was some kind of stranger of some sort.

"Daddy...Daddy...how come your forehead is so red? Did you knock into something or something hit you there? It got a bit of a welt in the centre... Eeee... Looks like a big add mosquito that had bitten you... You got a big 'bintat' right there... Like an 'anene' you know Daddy... Hello Daddy, are you there... Woohoo... " Kayla saw my forehead and when she drew my lock of hair she saw a welt that she called a 'bintat' and called me an 'anene' like an Indian guy with a dot in the centre of the forehead.

"Audemars, are you alright? You seemed... Rather lost. You know who you are and where is this place right? Don't tell me you had forgotten all these children of ours and especially me, your wife, Patricia, whom you called me Trish? Haiyoo... Don't tell me you became another Rebecca who got lost in the stupor for many months. There's no psychiatric clinic over here in Ingmery you know, and the infirmary would only do so much... Hello, Audemars... Are you thereeeeee....?"

Patricia tried to speak some sense into me but I can't grasp my situation right now. What I felt is like a flooding sensation of all my memories came flooding in all of a sudden from series one till eight.

I sat there in the town square listening to them but was unable to comprehend at first as my mind was having some kind of reboot. "OH FUCK... AM I GOING TO LEAP?" when all in my mind was a flurry of images that was moving not at 2x but 5x as I moved from the time I woke up from a sandy beach, the old village set up by the 'Boat People', then it sped to another scene of a beach where I find a girl slowly arranging clumps of seaweed on the beach.

The image moved on to another Japanese school where I was scoring a goal and someone shoved me some papers on scholarships or something, then remembered having a kind of party outside a house.

The next scene brings me to an Asian town where I was riding a scooter and feeling the cool breeze on my face, then an image of a woman that turns out to be a ghost or something and was serving noodles that turned into worms, maggots and all the vile insects in them and police were all around us and an exhumation of a bodies set in cement.

The following brought me to medieval Japan in the Edo period where I was sparring with my eyes blindfolded and then the 6 girls who were part of slaves that had escaped. The next flurry of scenes brought me to medieval England where I was fishing with a girl on a platform.

Then the images changed and there I was, battling with a group of adventurers, as we planned successful raid after raid of demons and monsters and painful memory of me being in the arms of a man who supported me as I shot an arrow through a window. The girl whom I went fishing before had literally melted her face as streams of tears had smeared her mascara and makeup.

Suddenly all the flurry images began to slow down as it brought me to the present era, the present where I am here right now. Smack in the middle of a town called Ingmery, in a country that was made up of Irish and Gaelic races. And there before me a beautiful woman with all the curves that would make any man crazy and 4 children in tow.

"Eh... Uurrgghh... Yeah, I got a bit of a headache and now it's clearing up. I... Gosh... What an experience I've got just now. Sorry guys to put you in a scare... You're right, Jane... I looked like a blurr sotong earlier. But I'm not so blurr right now. Haish... If only I could write a book and publish it, you all would understand what I've gone through."

I finally made good of the situation and suddenly I heard some children shouting quite close to us and my reflex suddenly took over. "WATCH OUT MISSUS..." a boy around the age of 13 to 14 shouted out and suddenly I saw an imminent danger coming as I suddenly sprang to my feet and held an outstretched hand near Patricia's head.

*SSMMAACCKK* My outstretched hand had just in the nick of time caught a soccer ball that was miskicked and nearly hit Patricia's head. The soccer ball was caught with a single outstretched hand without me looking at it.

"Wow, Mister... You are like Peter Schmeichel, the great Danish who played for Manchester United as a goalkeeper... Fuyoo... A single-handed catch just like him. But why is that ball still spinning in your hands? Shouldn't it be still?" a boy asked as he came over to get the soccer ball from me.

I looked at my hands and found that the ball was just an inch from my palm and was spinning as if there's a kind of force that had caught it, and not me myself.

Patricia was shocked when my hand darted out bear her head and she cowered and thought that I wanted to hit her. But when she looked, she saw that I had caught a soccer ball and preventing Patricia from gaining a concussion. She too saw the ball was spinning in my hand instead of being caught fully. It was like pure magic.

Our children gasped at the sight and Adam suddenly remarked, "Wow... Daddy is a goalkeeper too... Not only he is a warrior and a genius, he too plays soccer...Hahahahaha. Daddy never fails to surprise us from time to time... Hahahahaha. Wow... Mummy, if Daddy never catches the ball, you surely kena concuss."

The children then realised what happened and suddenly clapped their hands. The spinning soccer ball was dropped to the ground and I just gave a slight tap with my foot and it bounced away towards the end, where a boy was standing in between two posts as a goalkeeper and the ball span like a banana curve manner and entered the net.

"GGOOAALL..." our children hollered and jumped around and its already 10 pm and they did raise a ruckus. The guards were hushing the children as normally it would be lights out by 10 pm in both the Northern and Southern District. "Daddy... You now became a forward like Eric Cantona... Wow..." and the children cheered again as we ushered them back to the Central where they can shout and holler as much as they can and no one would bother them. Hah hah hah...

"Eh... When did this become a soccer thingy instead of medieval Irish, Celtic and Gaelic era?" I asked myself and I really wanted an ice cream sandwich too...Boo Hoo Hoo.

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Meanwhile back at the Great Hall...

"Daddy, what actually happened in the Archmage Tower?" Ingles asked with curiosity because the children were told I would be gone for one hour but instead u was gone for almost 3 hours.

"Ermm... Daddy's eyes are finally opened. Come, sit still while I look at all of you." I instructed and the kids complied but were intrigued because I mentioned that my eyes are finally open. "Are my eyes forever closed before?" they thought to themselves.

And then I saw it, Adam K. Macleod, male, aged 12, level 1/1000 Ranger-Assassin Class, Progress 1.5%, Ingles K. Macleod, female, aged 12, Level 1/1000 Ranger-Assassin Class, Progress 1.2%, Jane K. Macleod, female, aged 11, Level 1/1000 Ranger-Assassin Class, Progress 1.0%, Kayla K. Macleod, female, aged 10, Level 1/1000 Ranger-Assassin Class, Progress 0.8%.

"Hmm, it seems you all are Ranger-Assassin Class, it pretty cool since you all had managed to combine both these two classes together. A ranged and an even up close and personal melee combatant." I spoke up and seemed to congratulate them. The children were stupified at the moment and don't seem to grasp what I was trying to say.

"Daddy, what do you mean by combining two classes as one? I thought we were Rangers? Err... Like the Power Rangers?" Adam inquired because all he wanted to be was a Power Ranger after all and now he was announced to having another class added.

"As a Ranger, you need to have Expertise, Beast Mastery, Marksmanship and Wilderness Survival, while as an Assassin, you would have Critical Strikes, Dagger Mastery, Deadly Arts and Shadow Arts."

"I should be able to impart this knowledge to you but you must swear an oath to me and to the House of Keating, that once you possess these skills, you are not to take advantage of the weak, not to use it against the innocence, not to cause hurt and harm to humans and animals and to hunt only for your survival. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Daddy... We understand." they chorus as they drop to one knee and placed their right fist over their chests on a salute.

"However, once you become a full-fledged Ranger-Assassins, I cannot address you by name or you to call me Daddy anymore. You would be calling me Red Leader and you, Adam would be called Red Two, Ingles be called Red Three, Jane is called Red Four and Kayla be called Red Five."

"This would imply the moment we step out in public and we only address ourselves by names only at home." I explained and the children answered, "Understood Red Leader Daddy..." Hah Hah Hah...