Magical Adventure Book
[Chapter 45-2] Velbar Actually
Captured. He was unawareness above my body. Lunglai without the power of resistance clad in a murderous lust, which he just sumbar full of victory.
Mashet the friendly masked man fainted just like that, but there was a loud crash, a deflector of the tension of the deadly duel that we had.
Become the life-saving bell of my life, from a tragic death at the hands of a hitman.
To be honest, I don't know what's going on. What made Maschet faint, and ended our session of beautiful gelut, until the skinny body was rolled pushed away by someone.
He was the man wearing the headband patterned typical of Velbar Island. Skinny little muscular and bare-chested. Shows his mature brown skin that is shiny by sweat. No need to ask to know who he is.
He's Pud'e! The masseur, who I should have visited on this trip.
"Looks like your wound's pretty bad, sir. Waita minute. Stay lying. I'll make something to treat it."
Without waiting for my answer, the short man hurriedly took something from his bag. Grinding the material on top of Mashet's ceramic bowl, which he took from inside the tent.
Next, he cleaned my wounds with clean water. Examine it, and tell me I'm lucky, because the injury didn't hurt my internal organs.
After cleaning it from the dirt, he sprinkled the processed ingredients on my gaping wound, and poured fresh blood.
Not long. Awareness fades. Lost the pain that whack. Closed by extreme sleepiness.
I was not aware of what happened next, until I woke up again, with all my body ached and my head throbbing with pain.
I looked around. Trying to make sure things. I finally realized that I was in a wooden house, consisting of only one room, with various furniture filling the corner of the building.
This narrow, but well-organized room, is illuminated by two petromaks on its right and left. Light and bring out a warm atmosphere. Moreover, the flow of waves from outside, so soothing.
Pain, still feeling. But, much better than before. The wounds on my legs and stomach have also been bandaged using a clean cloth. My clothes have been replaced with ponchos, and pants are a bit narrow. Can't complain with the shabby clothes that Pud’e gave. I should even be thankful.
Strangers seem to want to help me as much as possible. Starting from saving, to taking care of my wounded self. What a blessing.
Next to the leather mat on which I lay, I found clothes that had been torn apart full of blood, and other items, as well, like a pair of revolvers - she must have picked up because she knew it was mine - money some dem that I thought I would give her later, and the radish buttons Apak Lapo gave her. I almost forgot that thing.
"Are you awake, Mr Margo? Eat this herbal porridge first. I guarantee I can restore your strength. Even if I don't promise what it's like." Pud'e came in from the front door, carrying a tray of bowls and glasses.
"Sincerely I thank you, Pud'e. I wish I could repay you for this."
I swore, and almost cried when I spoke. If there wasn't him, I would have been killed by Mashet.
"Hahaha .. don't exaggerate too much, sir. It should not be, help others who are in trouble. I happen to be near there anyway. Interested in hearing a noise, like a person fighting. And, it turns out it was you, sir."
"I'm really grateful. But, what about the person who attacked me?" It's kind of absurd, but I'm honestly worried about Mr. Mashet's condition.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I can't kill him, because the rules here forbid that. So, I just tied him up in a tree. Using the rest of the rope from the stretcher, which I made to get you here."
"Be it then." I let out a sigh of relief. "You must have had a hard time, when I brought you here?"
"Just calm down, sir. I've been dragging **** heavier woods than you. Not a big deal." Pud’e develops a smile.
A little bit ugly anyway. But yeah, that's it. He was just trying to convince me. Although a bit goiter also heard it.
"Eat first, Sir. After that rest. Your injury is not dangerous, but it takes time and a fit condition to be cured soon." The mature man stood up. "I'll go out first to check the net."
After the door closed, I took the warm porridge served. Bribed it, though a little hesitant.
The taste of the porridge he made, was honestly bland on the tongue. However, I had no choice, after all, it seemed like this food was also a medicine to cure me.
***
That night I spent the night in Pud'e's little stilt house. Recovering a body full of wounds, which in this morning has miraculously left pain alone. It was as if the big gaping wounds on my legs and stomach were just a small scratch. The origin doesn't move much.
This guy's multi-talented. Not only has the ability to massage qualified alone, but also reading may even predict, to the ability to heal like a powerful healer.
At breakfast with a serving of herbal porridge, this time plus slices of grilled fish, we ate it while chatting lightly. Makes it taste better.
Pud’e was a bit unwell when I found out that I could get lost, and experienced a terrible event in the middle of the jungle, because I wanted to visit his home.
I can't blame him, because it was just the fault of the guide. Or I might be the one who misheard, where to take the route. Take the left lane, which should go to the right, when at the first intersection.
Don't know it. I am just grateful to have survived the attack.
Plates, glasses, and all other eating utensils are cleaned by Pud’e. Take him out of the house to wash.
As soon as he was gone from sight, I remembered the intention to give him all the money I had brought.
Caught eyes accidentally. A circle of legged studs with embossed pictures in the form of seed shoots. Not far away from the pile of money on the floor.
My hand moved to grab the round thing. Staring at him did not blink.
"Master, lie down again. Strengthen your body first, so that it can heal soon."
I jumped in shock hearing Pud’e's voice. Legged studs ejected from finger clappings. Falling in front of him.
Instantly I remembered the meaning of the button. Right at the time when Pud’e's skinny hand was plucking it.
Reflek, I immediately snatch the button. Put it in a bag of pants, and take a pile of money, and then I give it to Pud’e.
"sorry. Forget about that. This ... may not be in proportion to what you have done. B-but please accept .. and forget about the buttons."
Pud’e develops a light smile. Took the numbered paper I thrust, and put it on his lap.
We were momentarily in a silent situation with no words, even gestures. Until, Pud’e jerked a long breath. Without a smile on his face.
"Truly I thank you for your gift, sir. This is more than enough for me." Pud’e heaved a heavy sigh. "Actually, the Ratafu tribe used to coexist with nature. Giving to each other also receives. Take care of each other, so as to maintain the continuity of life."
I frowned hearing it. What Pud’e said is a bit far from the theme of our previous discussion, but I feel that there is a purpose and relationship to it. The money I gave you and the leg studs I gave Apak Lapo.
"However, fifteen years ago, the island was wiped out by war, which resulted in many members of the Ratafu tribe dying." Seen a twinkle of sadness in Pud’e's eyes. "According to wartime rule, the island of Velbar was unilaterally claimed by the State of Lasto, and forced to become its territory. We were colonized by them, and marginalized like disgusting animals."
"We are enslaved by those who come in violent. We started a resistance, and no longer heed the laws of the tribe, to not kill the humans on this island." Pud’e's hand clenched tightly. "Our opponent did not produce results. Be repulsed, and must bend their knees under their power. That's when the reinforcements came. Helping us in the resistance, until finally the Ratafu Tribe can survive, even though it must accept the agreement that strangles us."
The old man was speechless with a red face and teary eyes.
"A-what helped you guys is the Radish Movement?" My guess was responded with a nod.
Pud’e rubbed his face, then developed a heavy smile. "In the treaty, we were granted territory here, and had to pay taxes to them. Arbitrary levies, which continue to increase in type and amount over time. That's why we work. Looking for money to give them again."
"I-it's not fair .. isn't this your land, and those who are supposed to pay to the Ratafu Tribe."
"But that's what happened, sir. This is the best achievement Ratafu can achieve. So grateful for all that, even ...." His words were cut off by the sound of knocking outside the house.
Pud’e rushed to open the door. Answering a wordless call, from an impromptu guest who knows who.
A tall, slender, muscular young man, brown-skinned, and had long, bound hair that was copper-colored, stood up with a clasped trident spear.
That person seemed to be an acquaintance of Pud’e, who had come over on urgent matters and seemed to be a secret as well. Evidently, from the gelagatnya who want to invite Pud’e somewhere, with a whispering voice.
"Sir, wait here. I have a little business. I may be back by bringing food. You rest to heal the wound."
Pud’e and the copper-haired man left after saying goodbye. Leaving me to spend time lying down without work, in a cramped log cabin, which honestly felt comfortable.
Without work and busy. The silent atmosphere was crashing with waves, making me sleepy, after half an hour of the departure of the two.
All went well, until there was a noise from outside. A little forced, I crawled to peek out of the doorway, to find out what was going on in the village.
Not far from this hut, it turns out there is a group of soldiers who came. Maybe they're looking for me, who's been missing all day from the inn. On Falcoa's orders maybe.
But does it have to be like that? With a lot of heavily armed soldiers, just to look for me.
My question mark was answered, when the soldiers came to visit Pud’e's house. Breaking down the door, then snapping violently while pointing a gun at me.
"Sir, Margo Damarion, you're under arrest for committing the crime of murder to Mr. Ferdinan Mashet. On the authority granted to us, you are arrested, to be tried in the closed court of Lasto State of Velbar Island."
Waita minute! What say!? I'm accused of killing Mr Mashet? Oi! He's a hit man who's about to kill me! After all, as far as I'm concerned from the story of Pud’e, the spiral mustachioed moustached man was still alive, and was left in the forest in a bound position!
Goddamnit! What the hell is going on?
