ADURAS

Chapter 5. Mitry

Denvails.

Yena observed the book's goals she held, during the journey there was no conversation at all. Even Sameer's presence was not considered.

"After this, what will Miss do?" sameer finally opened the conversation.

"Maybe ... read this book to the end," Yena replied, still focusing on the book.

"If you're .. there must be a lot to do, right?" Yena turned her eyes to Sameer.

"Thereafter, I had a meeting with a young merchant."

Yena smiled. "Yes, go. Don't let you come late."

"Thank you, Miss. I'm retiring."

Sameer bowed as a sign of respect, saying goodbye first before finally walking away to his destination.

As Yena's gaze refocused on the book in her grasp, only this time Yena saw a book with unusual circumstances. Yena decided to read it inside the inn room.

In the inn room there was a small box table, Yena used the table as a bookcase, she tried to read every script written in the book. Flipping through the sheets until finally...

"I gave up .. The language in this book I don't understand at all." However, Yena still tried to translate it, although the final result is still nil.

There was a clear uproar from outside the inn, causing Yena to rise from her seat to peek through the room window.

Yena knew very well who was making a noise outside. The Warrior Leader Eden. How could that person be in Denvail city? Shouldn't he be escorting a Minister of Taxation? Yeah ... Yena could find out the duties of Eden from some of the would-be soldiers of the kingdom of Altair before leaving here.

Yena rushed down to leave the book open. Before it was too late, because Yena knew Eden very well. The ruthless heartless, merciless, capable of harming anyone who dares to hinder his duty.

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In front of the inn door.

"Sorry sir, but we can't let you in. You have to book a room first, it's the rules like that," explained one innkeeper, looking shaky when faced with the tall man—Eden.

Eden's anger is churning. His sturdy arm pulled the collar of the skinny man— innkeeper, "Try saying it again! I can break your neck easily if you still get in the way of my duties. You know who Yena is? The guy who stayed here? Let me see him."

"But sir, to-please obey the rules—"

"You?!! Still is!! All right, if this is what you want ...."

Both legs of skinny men floating in the air, it seems that Eden is not able to be patient anymore. Get ready skinny guy, you'll be right to your death.

"BEN!!!"

Scant. The man's neck could have been broken with a single pull by Eden's hand if Yena had not squealed, she was present at the right time.

The problem is, Eden actually threw the body of the skinny man to hit the wall, immediately fainted on the spot.

"Why did you throw it?" Yena's gaze was upset, then looked at the skinny man who was already unconscious.

Yena ran, wanting to check on the man. His index finger is close to the nose, ascertaining whether it is still breathing or not. After she felt she was still breathing, Yena ordered a servant there to call the physician.

"Why did you do that? Leave it alone," Eden had no interest in seeing this kind of Jena, being a helper angel to help the weak. It's ridiculous in his eyes.

A hand floated on Eden's face. But immediately in the field easily. Yena wanted to occasionally slap Eden's beautiful face but that was so. Unfortunately, they always fail.

"Hey! Come ... focus! There's an important assignment from His Majesty Firan for you." With the red netra of the pomegranate, Eden stared at Yena intensely. His red hair fell down and waved in the air.

Yena threw her arm. The grip of Eden was enough to make Yena grimace and rub her wrists. "You're overstepping! I was just joking."

"Switch you say? Obviously your face is red so, you're pissed at me, aren't you?"

Eden was ... although it looks like a cold and indifferent man, if dealing with Yena will be another story. He's become very sensitive.

Yena felt uncomfortable because she did not have freedom, it was like being stripped naked when Eden guessed her mood correctly.

"Here you go, let's go out" interrupted Yena with a flat intonation.

The two of them came out from inside the inn after the healer had just arrived. Yena's focus was diverted.

"You know, don't you, Mr Almeer?"

"Oh, that arrogant Supreme Minister? What's wrong with her?"

"He was beheaded."

"What?" Yena gulped her saliva, recalling last night's incident. Yena believes that the man she met at the bar is the killer of the desert. But if it is, how can it be? In less than an hour the man was already in the city of Dellena.

The distance between Dellena and Denvail is quite close, but it still takes all night to get to the butterfly city that night. It doesn't make any sense.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything?" Eden's questioning voice made Yena's daydream split.

"Ah, I .. thought something. Last night ... it's possible .. I've met the killer."

"really? But you didn't see it wrong, did you?" The face of Eden was beautiful. It seemed like what he was thinking was almost the same as Yena.

"I'm not too sure. Even though the man I met was wearing a mask and head protection as told. It seems impossible for ordinary people to move from one city to another in less than an hour" said Yena.

"You're right, that's why I'm here, Your Majesty got word of Mr. Almeer's death from the message the eagle was carrying. I was immediately ordered by His Majesty Firan to pick you up, see him."

"What do you mean to see His Majesty? I mustn't go back to the kingdom before I find information about the desert killer. You want my family in jail?"

"It is not so, now that His Majesty is not in the Palace, he with the Deputy Shamsir departed for the city of Mitri, a poor city whose residents are waiting for the death. There's also the Minister of Taxation."

Ah, Shamsir. The new Deputy Warlord. For three months Syamsir served as a deputy. Because the former Deputy Commander-in-Chief had fallen while fighting with the kingdoms that opposed the Altair Kingdom system. Even so, a fierce war was won by King Firan. Yena doesn't understand. Why should King Firan go to that poor city.

" What do they want there?"

"You collect taxes."

"What's? In a poor town?"

"Yes, why?"

Yena clenched her hands. They wanted to reap the benefits of the poor people there.

"What's wrong? You feel pity? Never mind, put your feelings aside. Now we have to leave. Moreover, hearing your story earlier, it could be that the Minister of Taxation is in danger."

"Come ...." Eden immediately climbed up his horse after unbinding the rope on a special pole tying the horse, he reached out to Yena.

"No, I have my own horse. I tied him up near Bar Bafett."

"All right, I'll wait for you on the edge of town."

"Yes, I'll be right up."

Eden patted the horse on the neck, so he wanted to walk more relaxed while waiting for Yena.

After quite a distance, Yena walked towards her light brown horse. Gently rubbed the horse's long mane. His mind became muddled after hearing Eden's explanation. Really, if only the killer was a good man. Yena willingly joined him to do the same.

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Mitri town, on the outskirts of town. A masked man enters a rickety house of wood. The door is very difficult to move. The man pushed a little stronger until it finally opened.

His dark netra found a frail human figure. Meatless. Only the skin wraps around the bones. He seemed to be waving like he was calling.

The man lowered his mask to the chin. Stepping slowly towards the poor old man. He crouched himself in front of the poor man while bringing his face closer. Placing your ears to hear the words spoken.

"Sir, please sayahh .. makannn .. I can't stand lebihh." The voice was slow, very soft. 

The masked man laid the body of the poor man. He rubbed the poor man's head, so slowly that his eyes were closed in peace.

Yes, the masked man managed to chop off the poor man's head. According to request. Although the demand is actually a little different.

"This head .. very little black energy, no use to me. May you be calm there."

The man bowed, as a last salute to the good-natured poor—looking from his scanty black energy. He left there without a head.

After coming from the rickety house, the masked man continued on his way to the middle of Mitri city, not forgetting to cover his mask again. The faithful scarf accompanied, waving in the afternoon breeze. In a moment, a head he'll bring back.