Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 13-2] Yenz the Makers

How delicious! You can get up whenever you want, then defecate and continue with a cowboy-origin bath that is important to get wet. Bodo time even though the water smells a bit rancid. Than the body is sticky crusty, because of the sweat deposits and pile of feet. The result of many crazy events yesterday.

After that, I joined Yenz, who had already finished his meal at the round table downstairs. The menu remains the same, but I must admit, the pleasure is not reduced at all. Only minus the smell of dirt arranged nicely along the city streets.

During the meal, there was a strong urge to ask Yenz about his wooden box following last night's incident. That's a huge desire. But, seeing her busy self reading the map, I was more reluctant to ask questions.

Little guess. The reason he borrowed the map yesterday must have been related to his wooden box. It could be, the point of light that last night attracted the attention of the green-eyed man, was the direction to the place he wanted to go.

So mind you, is it possible that the wooden coffin is a magic compass, pointing directly to the island of Ngakak, where Wantis is stored? Ah, it seems impossible huh. Different stories too.

But, as he said yesterday. Why do I know his business? We will split up the road. He's with his wooden box, and I'm on a mission to find freedom for Margo, to get out of here. The magical book world is full of misfortune!

It didn't take long, I completely devoured thick porridge, hard bread, and a fleshy lizard of juice. Without the rest goes into Margo's stomach, which turns out to stand out six boxes. The shape of the stomach that I've long craved as Zacky.

Long enough I was silent watching Yenz fiddling with the map on the table. But, the longer, the more this curiosity can not be held.

"Yenz, may I ask you a question?" I said, breaking the silence.

Her green eyes moved to look at me. Switch from the map and compass on the table. "About what?"

I scratched my non-itchy head, then went down to the bushy bewok, which seemed to be one or two flea campsites there. Don't know it.

"Look .. about last night ...."

Yenz let out a long hiss, from her red lips taped to her index finger. Stopped my words, which had just started the opening sentence.

"What I did last night, is not what you think. Not a lowly deed, but a shuffle, if something happens as I fear," he whispered, with his body leaning close to me.

I stared at him without a blink. Still don't understand what he means.

Ah ... There seems to be a misunderstanding here. Maybe he thought that I wanted to ask him about himself, who I caught in the middle of shoplifting a few bottles of liquor, from inside the warehouse.

Yeah, the incident when I came out of that bathroom.

I actually wanted to advise him on that from last night, but it turned out that he had already gone to bed by the time I got to the room. Late, because I was looking for Mr. Lapo, to return his little coins and towels, but did not meet.

The plan is, I want to advise him today. But forget, and even think more about the mysterious wooden box.

"How was your morning, gentlemen?" Mr. Twisky joined us in the vacant seats available. Stopped my intention to clear up the misunderstanding earlier.

"Oh .. perfect, sir. I'm so grateful for the kindness you've given me." I smiled broadly at her gaze.

Mr. Twisky laughed loudly while patting my shoulder. It's a bit frustrating actually, because maybe he unconsciously expends excess energy when doing it. Pain mixed with heat, imprinted in the former tabokan that streak.

But, well .. I think anyway, maybe that's the way to be familiar, so it's not too much of a problem.

"Not to think about. You enjoy everything here. Consider it your own home. For to me you are guests of honor, deserving of the best service."

I smiled broadly hearing it. Felt lucky to have met such a kind person as Mr. Siderun Twisky.

"Thank you for your hospitality and kindness, sir. If possible, can you tell me the safe route to the city of Lapalasa? Like you said yesterday." Yenz developed a cold smile.

Momentary silence. The carefree arch above the chin of the plot disappeared at a glance. It seems that the words of Yenz offend Mr. Twisky.

"Why hurry, sir? Is the service at this inn less pleasant? Let me tell Old Lapo later, if there's anything you want." Mr. Twisky's voice was a little heavy held back.

Yenz shook his head while smiling faintly. "No, Mister. Honestly, this place is very satisfying. It's just that, right now I'm on a journey, and intend to get there soon."

Mr. Twisky patted Yenz's shoulder with a laugh. Just like he did to me. Somewhat pityful as well as funny, seeing the blonde grimacing with a jerky body. I'm sure on his back is already imprinted a big palm stamp.

"Thank you very much. But I'm sorry, I can't linger here, Mr. Twisky. Believe me, on the way, I'll promote this Jarless town to the people, for more guests to come."

Yenz's speech and tone of voice were far compared. Although the words include polite, but the tone of his voice contains pressure, which seems to provoke the interlocutor. Even he purposely stared at Mr. Twisky, using his sharp eyes.

Runyam already! That damn blonde, why don't you take Mr. Twisky's offer. There's no harm, right? After all, it is only a matter of a day or two days, of course, the journey is unlikely to be disturbed.

The man's smile grew faded. Just a few lines of curvature next to his lips.

"Alright if that's what you want, sir. But I hope you can afford the one million Dem bill, for the desert rescue of the carnivorous lizard, the cost of lodging, eating, drinking, water, even the rent of the map you borrowed. Oh, don't forget, some bottles of wine you stole from the barn."

I was shocked to hear that word. Okay, if it's the wine that Yenz stole. But what makes sense, as much as the fee he charges, to stay for just one day. In this dilapidated city of the smell of piles.

Now next to me, there is no more golden-hearted friendly man, like a superhero without a spandex costume, which he showed from yesterday. It all feels like an empty show. Now he even looks like a waji*ngan an immoral wringer.

"Finally you show your true form. As I thought from yesterday. Upon entering this dilapidated city." Calmly, Yenz folded back the map that was on the table. "Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of money, Mr Siderun Twisky, so what can you do? Kill me and Margo, or make us slaves in this rotten inn, like Mr Lapo Hadak?"

The round table before me surged, as Mr. Twisky's grasp caught the wrist of Yenz, who was about to insert the map into the bag.

"Hold your hand stay on the table, sir. I know exactly what you're going to do." Yenz sighed in annoyance. "Take it easy, I don't want to hurt a money barn like you. Yes, I originally planned to sell you guys at the slave market. With that handsome face of yours, certainly the price of eight hundred Dem, there will be many who are interested. But, it turns out I finally know, if I can get more than that. Two high-value fugitives have come to this beloved city of mine. You are valued at one million five hundred dem, and that idiot brewpub is worth six hundred thousand dem. It's worth more than just selling you on the black market, which can profitably produce nine hundred thousand dem."

My feelings were mixed between anger and surprise.

Surprised to find out that the slender, beautiful-faced man was a fugitive of great value - more so than Margo who had burned down a manor's house - when it was not seen that he had a violent temper.

Maybe he could get that much value, because he had become a member of the Borex Desert Bandit. My guess.

Another angry me, which was triggered, was not only because of the heartache of being deceived, but also because he was an idiot, and my treasure on the black market which was only a hundred thousand dem!

Damn it was that guy!

I kicked down the table, and stood up in a defiant manner. Glared at Twisky, who turned in shock towards me.

"Take your hand off my friend, you fucking sideburner!" my spray. Spill frustration.

"*******, you! Hey!"

The meaning turned out to be a code anyway, which called seven men in. They surrounded us, with cocked weapons ready to fire. To me and Yenz.

This knee squeeze looks at our condition now. Like being in the den of a hungry crocodile, and ready to be taken without mercy, in order to satisfy their savage hunger.

"I'd hate to have someone insult this sideburn of my pride!"

Intercrossed. The big palm swung fiercely. Hit my left cheek. The sudden attack kept me on the table. Disperse the dirty dishes that were there. Most of them slammed hard on the floor.

"It's time for me to rest. You tie them up and put them in a house of worship. Keep them until your three friends come, along with the officers, who bring the prize money." That fucking Twisky was guiltlessly about to step away. Light weight without load.

Now my emotions are truly unbearable.

No matter if the head was still dizzy from the slap earlier, I stood with one hand resting on the table. Taking a deep breath, then said in a loud voice, "Damn it! Don't run away you're a coward's chin!" makiku with all the anger and arrogance in my heart.

He turned around, and looked at me. Closer to the chest we were nailed to each other. So close, that I could feel her smelling breath as she spoke, "What did you say? A coward? Who's a coward, Goddamn it!"

I swallowed heavy. Fearful. But out of nowhere the impulse came, until I dared to say, "Y-yeah! Won't be brave, will you, duel against me!"

It was at this point that I felt great regret. Obviously only death will I get from that speech. In this room, using a barrage of bullets from his men, or later if our duel really happened.