Legend of the Swordsman Rama Parvati

Young Master

Don't cry because someone has left. Smile, because he was there.

The sky was still dim when Laras woke up. He had no great man around him. Not even his servant. Only he was near the campfire. Hurry up, feet up. Heading for an aura he recognized.

"Are you awake, Laras?" Arya Wira waving. He was on the river rock. Uncle Jaka stood on the river bank.

"What are you doing?"

"Practiced. As long as the sun hasn't warmed up."

"Jaka's Uncle's company?"

"Yes." Yeah." Arya Wira sheathed back her sword. Then jump to the Baras place.

"We continue the journey. Not far away, there seems to be a city. We can go there. How's it?"

"alright. That's a great idea, Nandana. Come on!"

Arya Wira following the steps of Laras. Followed by Uncle Jaka. Arya Wira has just been training. But it also just received word from the spy in particular and sent the latest orders. Not to forget, send word to Angga Perak about his condition.

News from the shadow warriors is not kidding. Ki Grenda is missing. To be exact, being taken away by someone. Right in the middle of the night, a cloaked person came to his place. With the science of high body lightening, Ki Grenda was taken away. Unable to be pursued by the shadow warrior Arya Wira.

The Black Wing! From the traits rumored by the shadow warrior, Arya Wira suspects the man. So, the next order was to return to the palace. Watching the situation around.

"Your sword moves are beautiful, Nandana. Where'd you learn that?"

"From my mother and sister. Where did you learn the science of the stick from?"

"From my uncle and teacher. I thought you learned from Sedayu's stash." Laras and Arya Wira already know each other.

The conversation continued until the two approached the city gate. One of the major cities in Nala Pura. Arya Wira has been here several times on official visits.

"Who are you?" one of the guards stopped.

"We're just travelers who want to rest here" Laras replied with a smile.

"Wanderer?! Don't enter! Just rest in the woods!" tell the other guard with a sniff. He was greeted with laughter by his friends.

"Why can't we come in?" Arya Wira frowned.

"From your clothes, you look very poor! Just disturbing the beautiful view of this city."

"And also disturb Young Master." continued the others.

"Young Master?" Laras turned to Arya Wira.

"You don't know?! He's the duke's son here. Everyone must obey him. And nomads like you, must pay tribute for the opportunity to rest comfortably in this city."

Arya Wira frowned. Tribute for comfort?! This must be blackmail. The palace never once asked for such a tribute. There are taxes on the rich and the merchants.

"Already! Go there!" throw the other one out.

"Eh, but the pretty lady can come in. Pay with satisfaction to Young Master only,"

"Basic me***!" laras Ompat. He knew what the guard meant.

"No need! Here" Arya Wira threw a bag of silver money. "Enough, right?!"

"Hehehe. Let 'em!" the first guard.

Arya Wira ransacked the horse, followed by Uncle Jaka and Laras, though Laras had to resist getting upset and angry. They chose to stop at a large and crowded store.

"Why did you even pay? We better rest in the forest." Baras murmured as they waited for the order.

"I really want to enjoy one of the big cities in Nala Pura, Laras. Also very curious about the Young Master."

Laras sighed, annoyed. "Whatever! If he dares to mess with me, watch out!!"

Arya Wira smiled wryly at Laras's annoyance. As the waiter delivered the order, Arya Wira patted her palm.

"I need information" he whispered as he took out three gold coins.

"Sure, sir," with a subtle gesture, the waiter took the money.

"Since when was there tribute for the comfort of the wanderer. Tell me whatever you know about Young Master and his behavior."

The waiter nodded slowly. Then withdraw. Somewhat long ago, another waiter came carrying two jugs of legen (sweet drink). Putting down two jugs, his hand dropped something onto the lap of Arya Wira.

"It takes three people to answer all your wishes" he whispered subtly.

In a quick move, Arya Wira put down six gold coins. After the servant left, Arya Wira opened the message. His face remained flat despite his heart being furious.

Young Master has indeed done everything for a long time. Blackmailing residents and travelers who stop by. Forcing many women to their satisfaction. Punishing those who dare to oppose and disturb him.

Frightened because there is the power of the father behind him. Also a paid officer. Unfortunately, all the actions of the Young Master are always covered up from the father. The Duke did not pay much attention to the behavior of his son. He was too busy with the trade and affairs of the city.

When they eat food, their attention is diverted. A young man looked so conspicuous with clothes so luxurious, entering the tavern. There were three people dressed expensively with him. Five men dressed as warriors. They drove out three people who were eating food.

"Master, that's Young Master," whispered a servant as he passed the table of Arya Wira.

Arya Wira nodded faintly. He remembered the face of the young man. Although never met when he used to visit here, but his face is really similar to the duke.

"Excuse me, Nini," one of the Young Master's comrades approached.

Baras only glanced for a moment. Then go back to eating.

"Young Master wants Nini to eat with him. It is an honor for Nini, to eat with the duke's son."

The barrel only moves his eyeballs. Not wanting to reply to the young man's appeal in front of him.

"Sorry, Sir. It seems my friend objected to it," interrupted Arya Wira.

"Who asked you to answer?!" snarled Young Master's comrade.

Arya Wira just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. While Laras even clucked annoyed.

"Nini, let me..."

"Hey!!!" cut Baras, "you didn't hear my friend's words?! I don't want to eat there!"

"Nini refused Young Master's invitation? It's crazy stuff, Nini."

"He's crazy! I don't want to eat with a madman like him!!" The barrel spits to the side.

"You're so brave!"

Desk kicked. Barrel just waved his hand. Arya Wira smiled knot. While Uncle Jaka was shocked but chose to be quiet.

"You'll be sorry!"

"Try it!" hissing Laras. His eyes stared intently at the Young Master's entourage.

"Hey! This girl called the Young Master a madman!" screams echoed, dominating the entire hearing inside the shop.

So without long, a fierce fight took place inside the tavern. Barrel against five mercenaries. Arya Wira chose to stay in place. Even enjoy the banana. Uncle Jaka also watched near Arya Wira. Only, he looked anxious and agitated.

"Uncle need not worry. Laras can definitely solve everything," Arya Wira patted Uncle Jaka's shoulder.

"I know, Den. Miss Laras is great. But, he's up against five people."

Arya Wira laughed for a while. "They're all just lowly warriors, Uncle. Just relax."

Sure enough, not yet Arya Wira finished the third banana, Laras already stood haughty while shaking both hands. Five mercenary warriors were already lying with quite severe injuries.

"Well, take Laras out, Uncle. I'll pay for all this damage."

"Well, Aden." Uncle Jaka immediately approached Laras who was still staring annoyedly at the Young Master.

After the departure of Laras and Uncle Jaka, the Young Master's entourage went along. Resisting overwhelming anger and shame. While Arya Wira replace all damage caused by the battle Laras.

From the store, the three chose to find accommodation. So that the body can rest. After finishing paying the rent, Arya Wira decided to leave.

"Thank you, Vayu. Now you can go. Give my message to Dinda Hita," Arya Wira releases Vayu. The clean brown bird also flew.

Loka Hita just sent word. He was in the kingdom of Parang Jaya. He told me about the battle of Parang Jaya with the group of Black Snakes. Also about Black and White Cobra.

"Since when have you been peeping?" Arya Wira stared intently at the tight trees.

"Sorry, just now." A woman dressed in white came out. A golden bow clasped in the left hand.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the one in your sister's message."

"White?!" terka Arya Wira unsure.

"really. You should have guessed confidently, Rama Wangi. As sure as Ratri Parvati when decapitating the Black Cobra."

"Who are you?!" Arya Wira was shocked.

"It's not time for you yet, Rama. Now, your important business is Uncle Jaka."

"Jaka's Uncle?!" White speech is so charming. As if mastering an opponent. Makes Arya Wira interested in her talk. And no longer asking about himself.

"When I came here, I saw him being taken by a group of people. Go back, Rama!"

At the end of the sentence, White immediately jumped. Go without being arrested. Arya Wira rushed back to the inn. Isn't Uncle Jaka with Laras?!

"Watch on, what's up?" arya Wira asked as soon as she saw Laras in front of the inn, along with two servants.

"Nandana, Uncle Jaka!" The barrel takes a breath. "So I went for a while. When he returned, Uncle Jaka was not at the inn. They said, it was the Young Master's men who brought Uncle."

"Young Master?"

The two servants nodded timidly. Between being afraid of the Young Master and being afraid of their two guests. Moreover, Arya Wira carries a sword.

"Laras, you stay here. I'll take care of it."

"Let me come, Nandana!"

"This time, please fulfill my request. Stay right here. I already know what I should do."

Seeing the earnestness of Arya Wira, Laras chose according to. He let his friend go alone.

The beautiful and spacious building became the destination of Arya Wira. Duke's House. He really knows what to do. Somewhat away from the building, his clothes changed. He kept his special clothes in his personal space. Only he can take it. Not forgetting something very important. The royal family badge and identification mark that only one of them has.

"Sorry, who is Mister?" the front guard held Arya Wira's horse.

"You don't recognize me?" Arya Wira stared intently at the guards.

"Sorry, Master who?"

Arya Wira took out the royal family badge. And a special identification. Suddenly, the guards gathered and respected. They recognized the two signs.

"Punish us, Gusti Prabu."

Arya Wira waved her hand. "You!" point it at one of the soldiers, "call the Duke. Tell him I'm waiting for him!"

Finished speaking, enter the home area. A servant immediately took over the horse after Arya Wira went down. Two other servants immediately invited Arya Wira into the building. The Duke is not at home, Arya Wira has to wait.

"This house is occupied only by the Duke and his wife. I know, this house is a relic of the Duke's parents. His only son lived in another house. I wonder, what a Young Master's house looks like," muttered Arya Wira as she looked through the contents of the room.

"Mmd!" Call Arya Wira slowly.

A fairly old lady's servant approached. "Does the Duke spend a lot of money on the Young Master?"

"For example, Gusti Prabu. I don't know much. It's just that, the Duke always gives the Young Master wishes while the Duke can."

"Has the Young Master's request never been obeyed?"

"Once, Gusti Prabu. A few times."

Arya Wira.

"There are problems that only a prabu can solve. There are also problems that can only be solved by other than a prabu. Because trees can't be cut down with needles. And the cloth cannot be sewn with an axe" he murmured softly.

"Although Gusti Prabu, the Duke has arrived."

Alright. Now is the time for a king to do his duty.

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