Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 43-2] Don't Know Where

I really feel like I have been born again.

Yesterday, after a plus-plus massage session, with Pud'e as her therapist, I resumed my journey to the inn.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the three-story luxury building, with the Water Goddess statue on the right and left of the entrance, I was immediately greeted also escorted by the maid to the room, which was quite luxurious. It was all done without me asking, as if it had been prepared in advance.

Although still somewhat surprised by the great service of this hotel, I did not want to take a headache, and went straight to the bathroom. Soak warm water on the bathtube, in order to remove the remaining massage oil attached to the body. Following the advice of Pud’e.

Even if later I was asked to pay for this facility, the money from Falcoa would be more than enough to pay it off.

The refreshing smell of the spice poured out throughout the bathroom. All over my body was spoiled, by the mysterious powder mixture Pud'e gave me. Far from my expectations, the powder would give off a sickening strange smell.

One thing was finally answered. The reason the innkeeper directly drove me to the room without being asked, and even before I spoke. One hundred percent I'm sure, it can happen, because Leo told me first.

Evidently when I realized I had no clothes after bathing. On the bedside wooden nightstand, there was a bag of clothes and some other equipment, which I knew was stored in the Jamet's big bag.

I am more confused by his attitude. One side he is indifferent, even impressed not caring, but at other times, he is like a normal Leo.

The question finally sank with my dear, the bablas until morning the next day. Really high quality sleep sessions.

Sleep like hibernation, it makes my stomach rumble. Fortunately, this hotel restaurant with a sea view has provided buffet food for its guests. All you can eat!

From a long table arranged a row of containers, filled with various types of food. A full stack I took it and took it to a square table on the terrace of the restaurant. Started eating it to calm my stomach's violent protests.

While enjoying a meal, while paying attention to the activities of tourists on the beach, a restaurant waiter came to deliver a message. He told me that in the afternoon, there would be a feast by Mr. Barrety Falcoa, at the house of the heads of the districts of Buncit and Leo, and perhaps also Yenz, staying from the beginning of the arrival.

It seems like the party was deliberately held, as a celebration because we managed to survive the attack of the red ship.

Somewhat lazy actually I to fulfill the invitation of the Governor Buncit. A party hosted by a noble like him, would definitely be boring and stiff, with many of the tajir people showing off to each other. Not my style at all.

But, what to say. In honor of him, who has been very good to give me a lot of money and also a place to live while in Kalopa, I should have fulfilled the invitation.

After all, a little, on my services about the idea of the storm, which allowed us to get here. It is fitting that I come as a guest of honor.

The time until the party starts is still a few hours away. I took a walk on the beach to pass the time. Stabbing him without a purpose is clearly where to go.

Along the way, I occasionally try to find a short skinny figure, which yesterday has made my body fresh with a plus-pluses massage.

I searched for almost an hour, but Pud'e's nose was nowhere to be seen. So I decided to ask the locals, who have a profession as a beachside masseuse. Hopefully, the person who has the same profession as the old man, can tell where he is.

I experienced something unique when I asked about Pud’e. At first I asked a masseuse, who approached me to offer services. Instead of answering directly, the man asked me again.

Silly again, he then called his other friend, while the absurd introversion session was still running. There were seven people who surrounded me, and kept asking all sorts of questions. It made my patience start to wear off.

Fortunately, not until my emotions exploded, one of them said, if yesterday Pud’e told me about a kind man, who gave a lot of money as payment for his services.

From there, then they will open their voices to tell me, about the whereabouts of Pud'e, the location of his residence.

Therefore, I was finally able to find out about Pud’e, who was on vacation, because today was his schedule for finding medicinal plants in the forest.

They also explained, if you want to meet him, I can go directly to Pud’e's house at the back of the island. The Velbar area is devoted to being a local settlement. Ratafu Tribe.

I quickly left, with unfriendly gazes, and secret whispers among them. So I don't understand the behavior of the islanders. Though I guess they'll be just as friendly as Pud’e.

I walked following the instructions of the Coastal Julid Massagers' Association. Passing through the lodging complex, heading to the shopping district.

For a moment my steps stopped, as soon as I crossed the harbor area. Desire to see our ship repair process.

Arriving inside the harbor, I was presented with the busy dock workers. Repairs four white ships of the Andapala Fleet, and one black ship of Captain Sando, inside the shipyard.

Looking at the damage, I believe the repair of the four ships, will take a long time and a large cost.

It doesn't matter to me spending a lot of time here, because as far as I'm concerned - from the Wanara-time story in this world, and my home world is far adrift. It might only be a few hours, until I return to Wanara's room, after finishing the story in this book.

The problem. I feel that in this world, security and peace, is something of great value. It was almost impossible for me to live quietly, until the ship repair was complete.

I'm sure, no matter when it's time, there will be a ridiculous to tragic event that will happen to me.

"What are you doing here?" ask someone from behind. The familiar voice, which during the time on the ship, was always unfriendly to me.

I turned my head and found the white-bearded middle-aged man, looking at me with a fierce look. He's Captain Guter Hargo, a close friend of Mr. Mashet, whose attitude is inversely proportional to the eccentric mustachioed man.

"No. I just ... take a walk around here," I replied in a tone that I deliberately set high.

"You better get ready for the celebration. Your presence here is not necessary. Go now!"

Jutek that guy. What did I do wrong to him? Was he jealous, because his close friend spent a lot of time with me, while still in Kalopa?

"Hey! You need to remember. I don't like fugitives like you the most. If it wasn't for the orders, I wouldn't have saved you and brought you here."

My emotions are obviously burning. But it's up to him. Lazy to serve people like him.

I sighed, then walked away, without any more urge to pester people.

I finally went out of port with a gouging feeling. Continue the journey to the original destination, which I was about to visit.

Until I was in the shopping district, which was bustling with tourists. Shop at a store, a lined street food stand, or a sovenir at a street vendor.

I kept walking, holding back the urge to shop. Just fear kebablasan, then not so visit the residence Pud’e, because forget the time to pass shopping.

Until finally I was in the forest entrance, near the row of shops. I entered a small path between the thick clappings of trees. Keep following the path, get to the intersection, and take the path to the left. Only a few meters more need to step, it will reach the local village of Velbar island.

That's the direction given by the masseuses. The thing is, either they gave me the wrong clue, or I heard wrong. Because, at that time they spoke in unison. The seven said left is also right, at the same time.

I'm lost in the middle of a tropical wilderness now!

He wanted to go back down the path that I had been through, but the problem was, I was confused where to go, because I had unknowingly passed through several crossroads. Acting sure bin pretentious to know if taking the right direction.

Although it is still daytime, but in this dense forest, it feels like it is approaching night, because the sunlight is blocked by the lush foliage. Makes the atmosphere dimly lit.

The sound of rustling leaves, the great-grandson of rodents, the chirping of birds in trees, or just a gentle gust of cold wind, really makes this heart tingle. Just be afraid that suddenly there was a tiger pouncing, or a poisonous tree snake falling on the shoulder.

At least I am grateful, for following Margo's instinct, to keep carrying weapons, even though the conditions here are fairly safe.

Even if there will be a forest b*bi that is disturbed, then with anger chasing me, I can still fight it using a revolver.

With a standby hand holding the handle of the weapon, which was draped to the right side of the body, I tried to continue down the path that led out of nowhere.

Damnit damnit! I seem to be getting further into the forest. Looky. This place is getting more lush. The dim conditions, which gave off a frightening atmosphere.

I was about to turn around, for the sake of seeking luck, but this step was held back by a beam of incandescent light, which came out from between the bushes. A few meters away from where I was.

What's in there exactly? Orangkah, or the demon bald? But is there someone who lives in such a scary place? I am ogah.

Curious about the mystery of the light. But I don't want to take any chances. My instincts say that there is a great danger waiting.

Decision's unanimous. Leave this place immediately. Return to the hotel, and promise never again to re-enter this forest, without the company of the surrounding residents.

I try to go as fast and as fast as possible. Afraid that anyone who was there would be distracted by my presence.

Just a few meters down the road, there was a faint sound of rustling leaves. Instantly my hair bristled. This danger signal to warn yourself, there will be a disaster lurking from behind.

Without a second thought, I pulled the slung weapon, and the sequence turned around. Put up shooting horses, which aimed towards the lush bush, with a cocked revolver.

Is correct. This is not just an empty signal born of excessive fear. In the dim light, I could clearly capture the usual orange rays, which reflected incandescent. It could be that it was the aiming binoculars of a long-barreled rifle.

My guess is not wrong, because a second later, the sound of a cocktail of weapons is done slowly.

I was in the middle of a crosshairs with someone who knows who. Measure the possibilities that will occur, to find the gap to safety. Because I'm sure, it only takes one shot, to be able to determine the end.

Either my shot can be precise about it, in the middle of the unfamiliar dark terrain, or the guy's bullet will end my story, in the lush jungle.

Damnit damnit! I don't want to kill, but I'm also afraid of getting killed. So how should it be?