Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 11-2] Scary Night Remang

After eating well with several times to add portions, in order to fill a flat stomach pouch, after a lot of energy drained by the events pursued by barbarian lizards, of course sleep is the right choice to do. No matter, even though the new time enters the beginning of the afternoon.

I fell asleep in a comfortable room with two opposite beds, separated by a nightstand where a candle holder was placed. Fit its position in the middle of the wall, with the window of the room is on it.

Different me. Yenz is awake. Asik himself looked at the map he had asked of Mr. Twisky. I don't know what he was looking for on that map.

I tried not to care, because as he said, later we will be separated after arriving in the city of Lapalasa.

The last thing I realized before I fully fell asleep was, Yenz came out of the room with his old tote bag. Don't know where.

I slept well. Until finally awakened by the call of nature full of pressure, which gave a signal that I immediately headed to the nearest latrine.

The atmosphere of the room has become dim. It was already dark, and the room was only lit by the flames of a pair of petromaks, which hung on both sidewalls of the room door.

Maybe Yenz turned it on.

The light from the two burning torches was far compared to the bright electric light in my room. However, it is enough for in the ancient world, which is in this obscure magic book.

I lifted my body up to sit on the bed. Vaporized wide and rubbed my eyes, which then caught the empty bed without occupants, across from where I was.

Where did that beautiful guy go? I'm starting to worry, he's going to do something based on prejudice, about the peculiarities of this city.

It is impolite, right, to accuse a person who has been a helper, without any definitive proof.

Intercrossed. I started thinking about Wanara. Did that little boy also catch up with me into this world?

Can he do it, while we do not know if Tama's book has rules, which allow more than one person to enter.

If it could, who would be the middle of the song here?

Mr Twisky, the old chef of Hadak, the Golbar merchant, the Borex desert bandit, or perhaps one of the carnivorous lizards? Hopefully not the last three I mentioned.

However, it could also be that he plays the character of Yenz. Although, it seems very unlikely. Because besides being annoying, other things are not very similar.

I hope it wasn't. It was so good to play that guy. The type of man dreams of many women, if seen physically. Just yummy! While I got the role of a hairy single om-om.

Don't know it. I'm worried. Maybe it's good I ask him directly later. May this world system allow it. Now, I have to get out to find the bathroom. Like the original plan.

I get out of bed. Straight to the exit. Sighing deeply at the sight of the inn hallway was so dark, for only one petromak lamp was hanging as a light.

I closed the door - just in case I didn't know, there might be a murderous ghost in the world - and intended to pick up the petromak hanging on the wall.

As he was about to carry out that intention, by accident, the edge of this eye saw the candle inside the metal-handled bowl, still on the table. Maybe Yenz didn't use it when he came out. Or maybe, he hasn't come back since I fell asleep.

Don't know it.

I'm heading towards the nightstand. Urung took the petromak on the wall, thinking that the beautiful guy would be dark and frightened, if I took one of the sources of lighting this room.

Kind of, right, I.

Just as this hand touched the cold handle of the nesting candle, my hair just brushed, because from behind the window I saw a speck of light drifting. Near the wooden fence that surrounds the town of Jarless.

Long blond hair was broken, slim body, and although faint I saw also a bag of slum cloth draped on the shoulders. It's definitely Yenz.

What'd he want to be there these nights?

Encouraged by curiosity, I continued to pay attention with unblinking eyes. Every movement of the former members of the Borex desert bandits. Referee he will do something dangerous.

After placing the petromak on the pegs that make up the fence, Yenz reached into his bag and took out a wooden box along with a leather drinking bottle.

After the plugs of the water-shelf in his right hand opened-he did so using one hand with the help of a tooth to pull the cork out-with great caution, he poured water over the wooden box, which he did, as I recall there is a basin in the middle.

Strange magical bin. The water he had poured out was so much, but the niche in the box could continue to hold it. Without ending overflowing, though exhausted the liquid inside the bag gushed.

I was flabbergasted, because a speck of blue light appeared. Turning around the niche, until it finally slowed down and stopped at one point, which long caught Yenz's attention.

His head turned towards the direction where the beam of light was pointing. At a glance later, he covered the mouth of the water bag with his cork plug - which from the start kept him biting - and put the thing back in the bag.

Momentary. He placed his hands in a seedy bag tipped on his shoulders. I saw him looking like he was looking for something. His hand moved to stir the contents of the bag.

I wonder what he's doing.

I still pay attention to the back of the city. Unexpectedly, suddenly the door behind me sounded a stomp. Bemuse. Signs there is a person outside the room, who asked permission to open the door.

But who, and what would you like to meet at this hour?

Many times the person outside was tapping fast, with a not so loud voice. It was a bit of horror. Getting my imagination to start working is not bad.

Hopefully this is not a silly jump scare like in a horror movie.

I hesitated to approach the door. Breathing feels heavy, as if there is a bowling ball stuck in the lungs. Don't ask about the heart. It was pounding irregularly, as if it was banging about to jump out.

Especially when my hand started to grasp the lever of the door handle. Cold sweat begins to pour out from the pores of the face, accompanied by bristling fur.

The knock is repeated.

Encouraged by the feeling, between curiosity and fear colliding, my hand involuntarily pressed the door lever in a clutch.

With trembling hands, I opened the door in one swing.

A wrinkled-skinned figure, part of whose face was highlighted by an orange glow, was grinning outside the room.

I jumped in fear, and was about to scream. However, the creepy figure had already lunged in first. Smothering my mouth and nose mercilessly. Maybe it meant to make me die out of breath.

I wanted to rebel from his ambush, but all my strength was gone. Eliminated by the fear of being.

Is this the end of my story, in the story of the sail without sail? Must end up in the hands of a murderous ghost without being able to fight back.

Anyone, help me! I don't want to die with the status of a real single!

It's so hairy om-om anyway!