The weakening of tracking magic was not effective in the long run but Rishi could make do with it coupled with his own tricks for a short duration.
However, all he did was take a big fat gamble.
Rishi: " I must be crazy! I am damn sure that I must be f****** crazy. What the hell am I doing standing right in front of them?"
He mumbled.
Rishi stood right and front of the Academy in the middle of the main street covering his face with the baggy Barret that was lying around while calmly watching all his supervisors and the thugs desperately looking for him.
They were all screaming like Mad men.
" Where the hell is that Oriental brat?"
" Which bastard was it who skipped the head count? If the owner gets to know about it your salary would be cut for a complete month!"
" You better get that drilled into your head, you fucking numbskulls!"
"Literate slaves sell for high price!"