Flying Umbrella Swordsman

Mangkubumi Fret

When passing through a market. Adijaya looking for a woodworker. He wants to remodel his train house. Cakra Diwangsa is not out of thought, in a state of danger and danger is always lurking, Adijaya instead relaxed.

The woodcraftsman was found after a long time looking for him. Adijaya immediately asked those who were only two people to do as he wished.

The upshot. The car house did not have a back door. Now there is a door using two left and right door leaves which when closing each side meet in the middle.

At the top of the two door leaves there is a window as wide as the door leaf. It opens in a downwards slide. So when this window opened, I could see the view behind me.

Then the windows on the left and right walls were originally small. Now it's getting very long. From front end to back. Its width is also from the roof to the middle.

These window hinges are on top and are opened in a folded inward manner attached to the inner roof. The light and air are getting in more and more.

Next, the roof is slightly elevated. This part of the roof is made a small room to store a variety of objects. The treasures stored in the crates tied under the carriage were transferred all there.

It can even accommodate other objects such as changing clothes and Asmarini makeup. This train is like a private room. Small house walking.

The two woodworkers were wide-eyed when they received very large wages according to their size. Each small bag of gold pieces. They put on happy faces when they returned home.

"Juragan, if this train still feels narrow, I can make another room that can only be entered by the Juragan and Wife," whispered Padmasari from nature.

"May, if you're done, show me!"

This train reshuffle takes until after noon. They continued their journey after filling up the stomach at a nearby tavern.

Cakra Diwangsa and Sekar Kusuma added kerasan even though just sitting in the coachman's place. Because the place is getting wider and there is a small fence as a barrier on each side. It can even lie transverse fit for two people.

All the windows were opened so the view from various directions was clearly visible. As seen in the front, as far as twenty spears there was a crossroads.

On the road to the right, there was a big tree falling blocking the road so that the train would not be able to pass. Cakra Diwangsa stopped the train.

"Wow, when the one to the right of the path is closer!" cakra Diwangsa.

"Then to the left?" ask Adijaya.

"Turning far, the path is also terrible!"

"Gruesome?" reset Asmarini.

"Yes, the road is dangerous, is on the side of a steep cliff and on the left there is a gaping chasm along the way" replied Sekar Kusuma.

"It's okay, just go left!" adijaya.

Asmarini looked a bit strangely at her husband. Because he knew, this carriage could be a shadow capable of piercing through any object. Or it could fly. Adijaya understood the gaze of the wife.

"The fallen tree was intentional in order for us to choose the path next to it" Adijaya told Asmarini in a nearly whispering voice.

This little beauty nodded her head. To the right or to the left is the same. This train will not experience any obstacles.

When the carriage entered the left lane, some people hiding on top of the tree noticed with satisfied grins. They think the prey has entered the trap.

"Tell the ones there to get ready!"

"Good!"

It is also true that after dozens of spears entered this road, it appears to the left of the abyss that is not visible basically because it is so deep. To the right of the steep cliff stands tall as it pierces the sky.

More thrilling again because the width of the road is only slightly wider than the width of the train measured from the left wheel to the right wheel.

The Diwangsa chakra holds its breath. Heart's tense. His hands tried their best to hold the reins.

Sekar Kusuma smiled at the look of tension on her husband's face. Diwangsa's chakra breathed a quiet breath, but not for long his heart pounded again. What was?

There was a rumbling sound from above the cliff. When looking up, Cakra Diwangsa was shocked not playing.

"Buck!" objurgation.

A rock as big as a buffalo floated down on the train. From a distance, the big stone was crushed by a horse-drawn carriage. Even able to break down the road until it is paved.

Then the rocks and cars fell into the abyss.

***

Two full moons ago.

In the workspace of the emperor Vishnuwarman who not just anyone can enter, the arrival of Gunadarma. A man who was over sixty years old, already looked as old as his real age.

Gunadarma is the Mangkubumi of the Tarumanagara kingdom. He has served since the time of Purnawarman, his father Vishnuwarman. Even from the emperor before Purnawarman he has devoted himself, only his position has not been as it is now.

"It looks like there's a very important affair, so Grandpa is facing this early!"

"Yes, Sire!" Gunadarma bowed respectfully. The frown of his forehead implied his heartbreak.

"What does Grandpa Mangkubumi want to say?"

The grandfather took a breath in order to speak fluently as planned before facing. Always so when facing the king, so that his words are easy to understand.

"Hamba wants to report that the tribute we have always received has actually been reduced in number,"

Emperor Vishnuwarman raised his eyebrows, but did not interrupt. With a nod he welcomed the Mangkubumi continued.

Other than the emperor and his father, no one knows that Mangkubumi Gunadarma is actually a champion swordsman who no longer takes care of the martial world. He wanted to devote himself to the kingdom.

One of the tasks of mangkubumi is to collect tribute sent by the subordinate kingdom. He had several subordinates called Mantri who were in charge of attracting tribute.

Unbeknownst to anyone but the emperor, Gunadarma always disguised himself as a subordinate or subordinate to the mantri when he wanted to draw tribute to one of the subordinate kingdoms.

Undercover he could calculate how much tribute was paid. However, when he returned to being a mangkubumi, the amount of tribute that the mantri deposited was reduced.

Not just one, but almost all of his subordinate spells are like that. He wanted to report his mantras, but there was no evidence to show.

"That's it, Gusti!" close Gunadarma still remains down. Although the emperor was much younger than him, he still respected him as a lord.

The emperor of course believed the report of mangkubumi because tofu often disguised itself as a subordinate mantri. His disguise ability is of course from utilizing his shortness of science.

"I know Grandpa's wish" said the maharaja. If this case is uncovered, then the mangkubumi will be the main suspect. It could have been the mantri trapping him.

"Hamba please put the word down!"

"No, Cake!" tukas Maharaja Vishnuwarman. "Give me three days to think about it. Grandpa can come again after three days!"

"Then the servant retreats, Your Majesty!"

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Maybe in this case the plot is made back and forth, but I WILL NOT sign with the words 'Flashback On' or Flashback Off'.

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