Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 5-2] Don't You Smear Me!

Hi, come back with me, Zacky, over here. In the story in the bastard world, "Journal of Sailing Towards a Lost Continent". Yeah, in Wanara's fucking cursed book!

Oh yes, I did not die, because the bullet fired by the bandit, missed the target, because I suddenly fell backwards. Instead of punching my head, the hot lead just scratched my forehead.

A unique coincidence, because if I didn't faint, I would have been a corpse.

Do I feel lucky?

The answer; of course not!

Instead of just leaving me in the middle of the desert, those vile bandits dragged themselves around on horses. With my feet, hands, and body tied, I drove through misery. Can not fight at all, while the body is more filled with pain mixed with pain. Even the ulcers on Margo's shoulder, the more severe the pain.

They laugh out loud while doing that. Sometimes even bandits take turns shooting at me. Not intending about. Only their ugly jokes, as the most accursed entertainment there is on earth.

I don't know how far I've been taken on this inhumane tour. Where I don't know either. Because, boro-boro to see clearly, just to breathe I had to bother, in the middle of the hot desert sand.

Fortunately, before I actually became ground meat, the convoy that turned out to bring along the caravan following the contents and its merchant-iya, the Rusty Golbar-eventually stopped. At the end of a long canyon. Where the large wooden house is located, on the right there is a horse stable, and on the left there are two other buildings without windows.

A bandit whose legs were limping, walked over. Treading my chest and saying, "Is this the form of a big fugitive, who dared to burn down Governor Rose's house? Hahaha ... unexpectedly, a fugitive worth six hundred thousand dem, like this. Easy money. It's chic!"

Goddamnit! It was as if he was spitting a thick green saliva onto my face. How disgusting! The smell makes me want to vomit.

After unbinding on the leg, which was connected to the saddle of the horse, another large-bodied bandit grabbed me and dragged me mercilessly. Arriving at one of the windowless wooden huts, he threw me violently into this musty damp room. Then, without any empathy for the slightest item, he immediately locked the door.

I groaned, because the whole body was in pain that made shivering. I swear, if not treated immediately, my history as Margo in this world will soon be over. Died of an ulcer infection in the shoulder, which turned out to be from a gunshot wound during escape. After burning down the royal house of Rose.

I don't want to keep falling down here. Must move to a better place, and may be able to get a blanket or a little water to smooth the throat that was crammed with sand.

I woke up, with only one hand helping. Shaking and gontai. Waiting to die inside the stuffy room, which was just a petromac lamp hanging on the wall - there was each one on the left, and the right of the room. Staggering towards the corner of the hut, which I thought was the best place to languish in pain.

"Your condition is pathetic."

I turned towards the sound coming from near the petromak lamp. The silhouette of a green-eyed person was plastered there. I jumped and fell and saw him.

Damnit damnit! Why should I meet the ghost waiting for this room? Oh God, is it not enough to torture me?

The laughter sounded. The figure took the petromak, and carried it in front. Seen now in the dim spotlight of the light, a young man with blonde hair was bound. Walked up to me with a smile.

"Not to be afraid. I'm not a ghost. Look, my feet are on the ground" he said casually. Pave feet on the wood floor of a sandy room.

"What do you want!?" I snatched with a threatening tone.

"Nothing, just getting to know the person who was placed in the room with me. In the swarm of desert bandits." He sat leaning against the wooden wall, not too far away from me. Putting the petromac tube in the empty space between us, then continuing to say, "Introduction, my name is Yenz."

I looked at his outstretched hand. Consider for a moment the invitation to get to know the person. There is no harm, no harm.

I slowly stood up, and took pains to raise my right hand, in order to welcome his office of introduction.

Ah, just to do something easy, my body is already sick. It seems to get worse as time goes on.

"Looks like your hand hurt, huh?" He leaned in to grab my hand that had just been raised in half. "Let me treat."

"Huh? You're doctor?" I asked, as he got up from sitting, and stepped in front.

"All right, you calm down. I'll do it slowly."

Next, without my consent and answering my questions, he began to open the poncho I was wearing. Doesn't stop there. After throwing the origin of the scabies to the side, his hand deftly unbuttoned my shirt. One by one until the end. Dislifted him, until plastered hairy chest in Margo's large body.

"Akhs! Don't smear me!" Spontaneous I screamed. Followed by a fast target the vulgar guy, who also made myself rolled back.

"You're crazy, huh!?" He coughed holding his chest that was hit by my kick. "Hey! I'm still normal! Do I want to treat it or not, anyway!?"

I looked at him for a moment, then said, "Oh, want to treat, huh? Why didn't you tell me from earlier?"

He snorted in annoyance with the glare of his sharp eyes looking at me.

Well, don't blame me, too, if reflex makes a toe stamp on his collared white shirt. Who does not panic is treated indecently like that, in a dying condition like this as well.

"Show me the wound on your arm!" He took something, from the end of the crease of his knotted coat. A small bottle filled with a thick green liquid.

"What's that?" I squinted my eyes to see the thing in his hand, which was glittering under the light of the petromak fire.

"Medicine. Now quickly show your wounds, and don't act silly anymore!" his orders, sharp-pitched.

I slowly pulled up my sleeves, until I saw a festering hole in my back shoulder. I swear, the smell was so foul when it blazed.

Damnit damnit! Why was I forced to vomit!? What am I wrong with this fucking book!?

"Bad too." The man named Yenz squatted down next to me, pushed, and made my body bend over in a sitting, like doing yoga. "I'm sure, if left for longer, this wound will cause your hand to be amputated."

"Hey! Seriously, you!" I snapped, with glaring eyes glancing at him.

"Just calm. You're lucky to meet me." Uncorked the cork bottle the size of that thumb. "With this, I guarantee your wounds will be completely healed. You hold it, yeah!"

Cross-sectional. I felt a drop of liquid touch the ulcer on my shoulder. At first it felt very cold like being hit by an ice stone. But then all turned a hundred and eighty degrees.

Lukaku's hissing, and it feels like he's been hit by a hot melt of red smoldering molten tin. Screeching like trying to cross that part of my body that has rotten again.

Turn. When I thought I had managed to hold it in and it started to subside, at that point it was suddenly like being crawled by hundreds of ferocious biting insects. Perih mixed with incredible itching that was very unbearable.

I thrashed and screamed, about to scratch my shoulder, which somehow came into being after being exposed to the curse liquid. However, the young man named Yenz, had already restrained and also blocked my hand. Make both hands can not touch the inflamed itchy wound on the shoulder.

The painful sensation did not last long. Next, it began to subside and change the sense of comfort that slowly spread throughout the body. It was as if the liquid had entered a vein, and then healed my other injuries in its entirety.

No more heat in the body caused by fever. Wiped clean all disease undermines the body.

I turned my head, and found that gaping wound beginning to close. No longer smell bad, from thick yellow ulcer liquid. All this continues until only a dry scatter remains.

It's magical! What medicine did he give? Even the most effective wound ointment in the doctor's clinic, until Tongteng clinic, no one is that strong.

"Your wounds may be impregnated. But believe me, tomorrow, the gunshot wound on your shoulder will recover completely."

"Thank you." I straightened up, then looked at the blond man with sparkling eyes. From a distance that is just a little.

"Disease!" abugn. Pushing me to the ground.

"What the fuck!?" my snapping.

"Ah, stop. Let's just say we're even."

Your eyes-impact! But nevermind. Because of him, my wounds can heal.

"Then what's your name?" he asked, while slipping the magic medicine again into the folds of the coat, which was then knotted.

"Oh. My name ... Margo. Margo Damarion's. Just call me Margo." Yeah, that's the name of the guy I played in this book.

"Huh? Margo, who's a fugitive burning down the governor's house? Well, not expected. I guess the guy ...."

Moments speechless. I'm sure he won't continue his words. And, I think it must have been because he almost wanted to say something offensive by accident.

"Oh yes .. I help you not for free." It was as if he had changed the subject. And I just want to protest, so he continues his chat.

"What do you want!?" I began to suspect her. Just be careful if you ask for something weird!

"Just calm. I just need a little help from you, and this is also in our mutual interest" he said with a wide grin.

"You mean?" I squinted my eyes, for the sake of having a threatening rogue effect. Although I do not know how the shape of the face of the Margo, but I am sure, people with a bushy bruise like this, will definitely look scary when expressing it like that.

Yenz's mouth began to open, but what followed was the sound of clashing wood. The sign of the door of the hut - where we were held - will be opened.

The figure of a thin, gray man was sparse, with an expensive heart-red shirt - which had already been scuffed - appearing on the wide-open doorway. A bandit-headed pelletist wearing a high hat behind him, pushed Golbar to the point of falling near us.

"Both of you! Shut up and don't make a fuss. Or I'll shoot you all in the head!"

The bald man tightly closed the door, which was only bailed out by a long beam as a lock-on on the outside of the hut of course. He must have been bothered by the absurd commotion we had just made.

"It's good if you add one more person. I guarantee you, we'll be out of here soon."

I looked up to hear it. So the reward he asked for was to help him escape from here? Is it possible to escape from a remote place, with only one connecting road, a path flanked by two high rock mountains?

Between believing and not believing. But what else can I do, other than believe it?

I wish I could escape from this very place, safely sentosa!