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A series of murders sweeping through the country. There's no link between them, the police have given up finding the root for it.
Sultan Ibrahim tasks his carefree and unmotivated son to solve the case...
Early in the morning, accompanied by chirping birds, a small carriage pulled by two steady horses stopped in front of the humble lab in Zam'aa. A young man, well-dressed with an elegant pair of spectacles hanging from a chain around his neck, stepped out down from it.
Upon knocking on the gate, it was opened by Affan.
"Brother Almaas, you're here." He opened the gate wider to let him in and went to the office to let Prof. Ibn Hubaish know. Almaas trailed after him.
Professor was ready to leave, just sitting at his desk waiting for his most trusted aide to arrive. His eyes lit up a little when Affan led Almaas in and left the office to load the travel items to the carriage.
Almaas had already prepared fully for the journey, he calmly pulled out a map to go through the route of travel and stops throughout the journey. Professor nodded in satisfaction. He stood up with a stretch.
"Well, let's be off then."
Almaas nodded and both men arrived at the carriage where Affan had loaded the few necessities.
"Shukran,(1)" the professor said, and mentioned a few more things for Affan to take care of before entering the carriage. Almaas hopped onto the driver's seat, unfurling a whip.
"Fee Amanillah,(2)" Affan said his farewell with a small smile.
Had he known that this would be the last time he will see his professor, that smile would not have graced his lips.
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Keeping the professor's increasing age and its pains in mind, Almaas had opted for a smoother, although longer, journey, stopping at various villages and town in between. By nightfall, they had covered more than a third of the distance. Almaas stopped the carriage in a small town. It was well-maintained with quaint looking houses and huts at its suburbs.
