Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 14-1] Reunite, Friend

"Oi oi oi! Just stop! Please patience!" The sound of a crybaby in the middle of a precarious situation successfully took over the attention.

A person with a puffy body and chubby cheeks, running in a hurry to reach the crowd. Several times almost fell tripping for the sake of being able to immediately reach the center of the crowd. The place where me and the man sangar bercodet.

"Why did you stop me, Kord? Don't try to joke with me right now! I'm really upset about this fucking looter!"

"Relax .. Calm down, Mr. Mog. Her friend. My thick fella since childhood. Please calm down, and lower your weapon. He's not the looter you're accusing of. I can guarantee you."

The man who turned out to be Mog looked at me and Kord took turns. With probing eyes try to convince. Sounds in his mouth.

"Well if he's your friend. But be careful if you get into anything. I won't hesitate to chop off both of you're heads." Mog went to sheathe his sword with a snobbed expression.

Honestly I am still upset, but also relieved that this incident could be completed without any violence. I took off the horses while sighing deeply.

Hah .. My hands are shaking and wet with sweat.

"Thank you, Kord. You saved me." I walked closer to him. Sighs long.

"Sam buddy. Sela ...." Kord stopped and hugged me. Choose to stick his nose with his hands. "Hey, what's going on? Why do you smell so bad, Sam? Fruits and rot like fish carcasses near your house. You better go to the river now, and clean yourself up. As clean as possible, as I'll introduce you to Mr. Arson later. He might be kind enough to lend you weapons and armor" he said, keeping his nose closed and keeping his distance from me.

Upset anyway. But yeah, how else, that's the truth. It's better to just obey, than later he'll incline me with a lot of annoying chatter.

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I washed my body while washing clothes in the river north of the field where the participants gathered. Refreshing, and managed to eliminate the fishy smell of the blood of the giant lizard.

After drying my clothes, I sat in the shade wearing only shorts under a river-side tree, while eating the remaining dry bread, although it smelled a little fishy.

Of the three pairs of clothes I had brought, only these shorts survived the lizard's blood-clearly including the bag where it was stored-Now there was nothing I could do but wait for the laundry to dry. I don't think it will be long, because the sun is so hot.

This Artapatu-given stone knife that I am holding, is it possible to defeat the dragon that holds Princess Asaru? What if I used it against the lizard warriors, or was forced to use it against the contestants who accused me of looting? Will it affect them?

"You don't smell fishy anymore, Sam?" That question blew my daydream.

I'm turning. Found a new Kord coming while covering his nose. Stay on the edge of the forest. Intentionally keeping your distance.

Half believing, the fox walked over. After making sure I no longer smelled fishy from a distance, he only dared to sit next to me.

"Haha. So how was your trip after we split up? Meet the old grandpa? Is that the weapon he promised? Does it have anything to do with the fishy smell on your body?"

I stared at Kord with my eyes squinted. She obviously wanted to laugh at the stone knife I was holding.

"Well that's it. There's a little of this and a little of that. You know," I replied without clarity. There's no way I'm telling him all my magical stories. I'm sure he won't believe it and the bigger the head will be for choosing to continue the journey with the Noble.

"Haha. Ok, ok. I understand you must be a fool for being fooled by that old jackass. Power weapon. Haha. Just so you know, the real dragon-killing weapon is owned by Mr. Arson." I widened my eyes to hear Kord's words. "Seriously! In yesterday's battle, he suddenly unsheathed his new sword, which was given by his forest-word elf. The purplish radiant sword trembled the dragon, and managed to scratch the wound."

"Seriously!? Then the dragon was killed?" I can't believe the lame braggart's explanation.

"Unfortunately not. The dragon suddenly became extremely ferocious. Which usually only attacks to knock and injure people, when it is very lustful to kill."

"Huh? Dropping and injuring?" I don't understand the explanation. Could a dragon be that good?

"Yes, in the previous two battles, he was just like playing around with us. It was as if he was underestimating because not a single weapon could hurt him. Until he pulled out his sword."

"Then?"

"Yes so. Suddenly everything turned chaotic. The formation that was originally irregular, tried to be laid out again by Mr. Arson. However, in the midst of the panic there are looters who mess up because they want to take valuable objects from the injured person. So that the position back chaotic and claimed lives. Including Mr. Mog's subordinates. Therefore, we were finally forced to retreat."

Oh ... I understand now, why is everyone acting like that to me. Accusing looters to unknown people. I would also be angry if it happened to me.

But from there, I got more confused. If it is true as told by Kord, then there are many unexplained irregularities in this story.

If Artapatu is lying, why would he do it to a nobody? Then, what use is this stone knife if there are other weapons that can be used to injure the dragon? After all, from the beginning why the dragon would be kind not to kill the participants of the competition who actually lusted to finish him?

It is absurd and absurd! As if everything was just a joke dimeh medsos fathers.

"Hey, if your clothes are dry, go straight to the biggest tent in front of the castle. You'll I'll introduce Mr. Arson and ask him to let you join. Isn't it impossible for you to try to fight a dragon with just that stone knife capital. Soon yes. I'll leave you lunch." Kord moved, before I answered his offer.

It's good that it is. I will finish the story in this book soon. It doesn't matter who will be the dragon slayer. Huh ... I'm too tired to continue living here. With all the magic, the absurd and ridiculous mystery, also the loss that still makes me sad. Too loud and confusing.