Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 6-2] Plan Executed

A little while later, we started talking about a plan to escape the bandits' custody. But the Golbar bastards even pissed us off half to death. Especially me.

How not. Not only did he reject the escape plan that Yenz had outlined, he even threatened to derail it.

The reason he behaved like that, was because if we were to execute the plan of Yenz, then it would be impossible for him to carry a cargo of caravans while on the run, especially the sack that was a wagon with me-whether it contained until as much as it wanted to be carried. Meanwhile, he's been promised by Borex - the leader of the bandits - to be released following his merchandise.

I almost gave a raw bogem to that fucking guy's face. How to blame me for being caught by a desert bandit, already so he confessed - flippant actually - if it had "sold me" for his freedom.

Turns out, that's why he was put in this shack lately. Earlier. In the wooden house that became the headquarters of the bandits, he negotiated alot with Borex and his plotters. Talked about an offer of ideas about handing me over to the authorities. Giving to the Borex herd his prize money, while he was released with half his merchandise.

It was appropriate, right, that brash person was taught a lesson? I'm pretty sure Margo's physique - the one with the calluses' hands - is able to get Golbar gaunt.

"Are you sure they'll let you go, after you hand over the prize money? They were petty and greedy bandits. Do you think they'll be satisfied with just that?" Yenz's remarks made Golbar change his stance, as well as making me stop flying bogem hairy fibers.

Hours after. We gotong royong to carry out the plan of Yenz. Yeah, a reckless plan at once brilliant. I reckon.

In this five-square-meter room - roughly yes - the three of us began to dig up the sandy soil from the loose, removable wooden floor, in the corner of the room.

I dug in, Golbar moved the soil into an empty wooden crate, which was piled in the corner of the room - perhaps it was a wooden crate of their loot - while Yenz stood guard by looking at the conditions outside the room, by peering at it from the crack of the wooden wall. We took turns doing all three tasks.

Half the trip plan. The work was temporarily halted, so that the patrolling bandits would not harbor suspicion for our situation in the box, which had been filled with clearly suspicious voices. It was at once a step, so that they did not find a large hole behind the hut, which was not yet excavated.

When the break rests. Yenz started tearing up my cumbersome poncho. Although I wanted to, but I could not protest at all, because it was part of the plan. Also, the cloth was too shabby to use.

"May I bring a little of my merchandise?" ask Golbar. Unsurrender.

I glanced, and started thinking again to poke her. How valuable is that trade compared to his life?

"I can't promise it, but if you insist, you risk taking it yourself." Yenz stopped his work for a while.

"Well, but those things are precious. It was even my ticket to pay the debt to the loan shark, who gave a large-interest loan, to my extravagant ex-wife," he said in a heartfelt tone.

I'm a little interested in his words. What was precious almost the whole journey was with me in the caravan cart. After all, if so urgently entangled in loan shark debt, why not just sell three gold teeth in his mouth?

Yes, that Rusty Golbar has golden teeth. I just realized earlier, when the grin under the petromak lamp, accompanied by a glittering glare blinding the eyes.

Unfortunately, I had not had time to ask, the sound of wooden door bars being moved sounded. Signs there's a guard bandit coming in.

We hurried to start the play, as planned. Yenz sat in a dark corner, in order to hide a wooden floor that was not installed properly. Golbar was in a nervous style while watching us-yes, at first he was told by Borex to be a spy in the hut. And, I curled up shivering in a corner. A sick act is worth an oskar trophy.

As Yenz said. Around the beginning of the night, there will be guards who come to bring disgusting diluted foods. He was not at all suspicious, even though he had seen me for a long time with squashed eyes - perhaps fascinated by my acting.

By midnight, we continued the excavation. Making a hole the size of my body-patches, because it's the biggest between the two of them. But now, we started to move the sand to an empty crate placed in front of the door. Useful as a barricade so that no bandits can enter.

The hole is made. Yenz took one petromak and turned off the fire. Open the jar filled with kerosene, and begin to splash it around the room.

Golbar had already snuck out while Yenz was poking loose petromak attached to the wall of the board. Yeah, using a rope made from the tearing of my cumbersome poncho.

As I swerved through the narrow hole - for the size of a Margo - I remembered seeing a stray dog, who had slipped through the fence of an empty house, having previously made a small hole there. And now I do it too. What a ridiculous story in this book!

Our was-was waiting for Yenz to come out. Moreover, once upon a time there was a bandit walking on a steep rock mountain. Right across from us. Fortunately tonight was the time for the moon to die, so the darkness covered the two of us who were cowering in fear. Sticking to the wall of the hut.

The sound of friction is slow and regular, then distracts us. With a shrewd look, Yenz slipped out of the hole with his foot first. Yes, like a breech-born baby - so remember the biology lessons of that time. Moving his body quickly to the left and right, to finally help by pulling his embossed legs.

He deliberately came out in such a way, in order to keep the rope knotted in the petromak to be not too stiff, but still can be stretched out until it comes out.

Succeeds. After he fixed the position of his coat back to the back, Yenz coded for me and Golber to start moving.

I peeked at the end of the hut, and then ran across to the other hut - a distance of about three meters. Yes, the wooden house that turned out to serve as a storage warehouse for the loot of the bandits.

After we hid behind the other hut, Yenz immediately pulled the rope.

"Hey, what is it!?" screams a guard. Hearing the sound of things breaking.

A little I peeked, the plontos bandit who was still wearing a high hat was about to open the door of the hut, where we (tadi) was detained. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain, because the door had been barricaded piles of crates filled with heavy sand.

He jumped in panic as black smoke followed by fire began to envelop the hut. Panicking the man screamed and told his friends in case of fire.

Suddenly, the herd of bandits rushed to the scene of the fire. All the heads that were there - except for us of course - were distracted from the huts, which they thought were still valuable captives.

Not willing to waste any time and opportunity, we immediately resumed the movement. Enter the warehouse as quickly as possible, while still trying not to be seen.

"All right, as we planned. You wait here, while I untie the horses. Get out of here, as soon as you hear the sound of an explosion. After that, it depends on your luck. Can ride a frantic horse, or not."

I nodded while swallowing heavy saliva. I don't know what my fate will be. Because until now, I never once rode a horse. Especially driving. It was already so in a state of panic anyway.

In turmoil mixed with a little regret, because it received the genius's offer to escape. At a glance I remember the words of Wanara, if in this world we will get the skills and physical strength of the characters played.

Remembering Wanara's words, suddenly there was confidence and confidence. Sure Margo can do it.

Hopefully, and not increase my trauma.

"Anu ... How about my stuff?" ask Golbar. Obviously got me on a blackboard.

"What the hell is so precious that you insist on bringing it!? Wouldn't it be that if you could get out of here, you could look for her again at the market!?" I snatched with a stifled voice.

"Then I won't be like this. Just so you know, my luggage is worth more than gold, and it is not sold freely in the market! Wind ore in ...." He closed his own mouth. Holding back the speech that will come out.

Glancing at us alternately, who was staring at him with squinted eyes.

Although I've never heard of it, but Margo knows a little about it. Mine goods that later, a little more will spice up this story.

Was it? Curious huh? So read on to the next chapter!