CHARMING BLACK SPELL

CH 31 ACCIDENTAL MEETING WITH SIDRA GIRI

"We strongly agree Biyung Ratu embok"

prince Wira Pati

"i also agree with the teacher but how to tell the students of the Rishi Guru Purba kesha because to find them one by one it takes time"

"you don't have to worry that Mayang is an easy matter and I will do that task" replied Biyung Ratu without any burden

"fine because the day is soon afternoon you do not waste too much time, you must immediately go to carry out your respective duties,

and you mayang whether you will also leave this afternoon or it could be morning"

Biyung Ratu embok turned his head towards his disciple

"i also left this afternoon the faster the teacher was better because I still had to carry out another task after this affair was over, I still had to pick up my destination"

mayang suri replied firmly

"alright then you get ready immediately" Biyung Ratu embok rose to his feet and took his students inside to get ready immediately

farewell one thing that is very undesirable especially by the Prince of Wira Geni

if only fate would allow it to feel like he was always beside Mayang Suri or the black Dragon swordsman whose name is now reverberating on the face of the martial universe

champions from various factions continued to hunt him, the higher-ups of the kingdom

even honorable people continue to search for information about the existence of the champions select matches that are ready to be paid to get the heirloom sword

in a place precisely on the North coast in a bay called the bay of turtles lived a magic swordsman who titled Swordsman hunter of life, the, he is one of the mercenaries now being sought out by honorable men for their personal benefit, his name is Sidra giri his daily job of catching sea fish to be preserved by the company of a man whose age is not far adrift named Kasman who he met in the middle of the forest

it is only natural that Sidra giri got the nickname of a life hunter swordsman

his cold demeanor was flat on his face his firm and short words

just as necessary

that afternoon the sunlight felt a trick

as usual on the beach Sidra giri was drying the fish that had just been in the smoke, his face and body wet by the sweat of the sun trick was not the slightest barrier for him to continue to do his work

from afar, the body of boncel Kasman ran around shouting to call him

"behind Giri.. Kakang Giri. Kasman's breath was stingy when he arrived in front of Sidra giri.

"what is it that Kasman you are like in chasing ghosts" with his hands still busy arranging fish on the sow Sidra giri asked without turning his head

"behind Giri there are three people who are looking for Kakang Giri" Kasman replied after winning himself

"you know who they are"

"no, they just said they wanted to meet the leg"

"you continue my work, I'll meet them first" Sidra giri handed over her work to Kasman and left

on the terrace of a cottage whose building looks unique but looks attractive made of wood and the roof is made of Nipah leaves, three men with a violent face were sitting while unwinded as if they had traveled far

"is it true that the master has the title of Swordsman of life?" one of them asked

"really, what do you need to find me?"

"our warlords need the help of the swordsman"

"does your boss know the rules for playing with me?"

"that is precisely the master swordsman, because our boss does not know the rules of the game with the master swordsman then we are sent to meet you"

"let's tell your boss to meet me in two days' time in this place, bring a sketch of my hunting face and my payment is paid in full and that's if you agree, and if you don't

no cooperation, no work please you guys go" such is the attitude of a short life hunter solid and exactly no pleasantries

those three people were also quite understanding of the attitude of a true mercenary

they then say excuse me

whether every paid swordsman should behave like that because of the demands of titles and jobs or there are other causes, as we know the cold and frozen attitude of a Sidra giri is due to the bitterness of life he has lived so he must lose everything because of the very cruel slander of someone so he must lose a figure a father who is very much respected, a mother who loved her and a lover who loved her

now he must gulp down that bitterness alone that no one knows what has been happening to him all this time

years of studying the magic in the mountain singgaru studied at the Resi master Purba kesha accompanied by his fellow students but still could not erase his desire for revenge

that morning the sky was bright, the birds were flying cheerfully in a mountain called limestone mountain people

the black Dragon swordsman was crossing the path at the foot of the mountain towards a small hamlet located behind the limestone mountain because it was asked by the chief of the hamlet to overcome a group of robbers who often looted that hamlet

the Black Dragon Warrior's footsteps looked light even though he knew that wherever he went there would always be someone following him, not to mention his dry tongue the figure of a man standing in his way with his back to his back, Mayang suri or swordsman Black Dragon no longer feel surprised anymore and without turning the head of the swordsman who blocked the path open the sound

"stop giving up your sword and your head"

hearing that statement the black Dragon swordswoman laughed

"Hi hi hi hi hih funny how you command kisanak I never know you let alone have business with you you block my way asking for a sword and also my head seems like you are a person who is not sane or exactly you lose your mind" mayang Suri's voice sounded very loud

suddenly because he heard the voice of the swordsman's chest that blocked the road suddenly pounding hard his heartbeat was not because his pulse seemed to stop pulsing with lightning fast he turned his body to look at the face of the warrior before him and what what happened was the face of the black Dragon swordswoman covered in a black veil suddenly turned deathly pale when she saw the familiar face of the face that had always been missed her face that had been engraved in her heart her legs retreated a step of his body trembled his breath felt suffocating with all his might the black Dragon swordswoman was trying to overcome this situation

his eyes felt the heat of his esophagus felt blocked not a single word came out of his mouth

vice versa as felt by the swordsman hunter's life he also tried his hardest to ensure that the fighter is the woman he had been looking for he was trying to ask

"are you a female swordsman, my name is Sidra giri I am a mercenary and this time I am paid to hunt you down to get the heirloom of the black Dragon sword you have"

Sidra giri deliberately said his name to provoke the reaction of the swordsman in his hunting

sure enough with Sidra the black Dragon swordswoman giri turned his face to avoid Sidra giri's gaze and tried to hold back his tears

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