Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 18-2] The Surprise of Lapalasa

Just before noon, we reached the great port city of Lapalasa. It was obviously much more magnificent than Jarless.

Yenz and I walked down with a broad cowboy hat, which was pressed forward, to cover their faces. As Mr. Lapo ordered, when asking for my gun, to be hidden into his lock. Buntelan who insists she flanks herself.

We survived the checkpoint, which was in front of the city entrance gate. The four officers who stood guard there, incidentally, were worshippers at a house of worship run by Mr. Lapo.

They were so happy when they met the sweet-eyed man. Hugging and asking for news, also the reason why long disappeared.

"I want to tell you, but this old body is so tired after a long journey. How about the day after tomorrow, when the day of worship is great, after that I will tell you, while enjoying my cooking in the hall of the house of worship. You guys must have missed it, right?" The words of Mr. Lapo were immediately approved by the officers, who seemed right to pay great respect to him.

We easily passed through the checkpoint, without having to be checked by officers. They were disinclined to trouble the elders in the city of Lapalasa. Even willingly, they offered to bring our horses to the house of worship, so that the three of us would not bother carrying them, in the middle of the busy and crowded city rush hour.

It was fortunate for us, as it turned out, that the four were once orphans, who were cared for by Mr. Lapo. In the place of worship, which is also an orphanage, for orphaned and abandoned children.

From there, I seemed to have to change the call to him. Apak Lapo's. As the people of this city call it, to call him with honor.

What is a respectful call, which is usually pinned to parents (father), or it could be for religious leaders. Old language, which is still used today.

That's the way I know it. As far as I can get from Margo's memory.

The trip in this city is very thrilling, because of the crowded activities of the city which is guarded by many uniformed officers. Afraid that someone might accidentally recognize us.

Moreover, in some parts of the walls of the house, emblazoned with leaflets that read; "From! Live or die! Margo Damarion's. 600,000 Dem." Equipped with a sketch of my face - in the form of Om Margo - which looks sangar with its brewok. I was determined to shave off the mound of facial hair, where the lice nest. Although a little afraid to do it.

Wanted me to tear up the poster on that wall. Disturbing the view in the common room. Like a candidate for office before the election only.

While I was wandering around looking for posters of fugitive Yenz, who turned out to be absolutely nothing - it turned out I was more famous than him - unknowingly, the edge of this eye caught three figures of a man in a cowboy hat. It was obvious they were following us. Equally entering a relatively quieter suburban road. Deliberately selected Apak Lapo, to avoid the supervision of legal officers.

I nudged Yenz's arm, which she responded to immediately by looking at me. I gave her a little head as a sign so she could look back.

Yenz turned his head briefly, then nodded with his jaws clenched. Aware of the danger lurking.

I accelerated the swing of steps, in order to catch up with Apak Lapo who was in front, as a guide to the destination. Deliberately slammed into his shoulder, then whispered, "Some one is following us."

"Yes God. They are Twisky's men. I didn't expect the three men to come here, instead of going to the city of Farnia, which was closer than Jarless," muttered Apak Lapo. Heard by me, who was walking next to him.

"How far do we get to our destination?" yenz asked, in a whispering voice. Following the steps and flanking Apak Lapo between us.

"After entering the turn in front, we walk two more blocks, to arrive at the house of worship, Mr. Yenz." The old man said without looking.

"That distance they may have ambushed. Well, we go first to a crowded place, in order to outwit them. When we're in the crowd, we split up and meet again somewhere. Do you have any good recommendations, Mr Lapo?" Yenz said with a hiss.

Although I felt something strange, I nodded to hear it. There is no other choice for us, to avoid the dangers that follow.

Filled with a pounding in the chest, I, along with Yenz and Apak Lapo, walked as normally as possible, passing indifferent turns that led to his true goal. Taking a straight path, which is visible from a distance, will lead to the harbor.

The three Twisky men kept following us. Getting closer to cutting the distance. There was a desire to ask Apak Lapo for my weapon, but it was stopped later, being aware of the consequences later. Could get us dragged into business with the law officers.

I can only hope that the plan that Yenz proposes will work. I'm sick of dealing with criminals like them in this world.

"Wait!" The shout was accompanied by a wooden board throw, which hit the foot of Apak Lapo. Causing it to fall, and automatically make our pace restrained.

I turned around, and saw the three getting closer. Like a pack of hungry wolves urging their cute sheep.

There was again a desire to take my weapon from the clutter, which lay in the street with its bearers. It'sit's nothing. Three big bodies full of muscles, it is impossible for me to face alone without being helped by weapons.

Don't expect the slimy Yenz, who I'm sure has no power.

A savage grin spread across his third face. Fiddling with the despair of a pinched condition like this. Against them or not, it is almost certain, bad things become the end for us.

Snatched them up, or arrested the city's law clerk.

Shaking I stared at the three opponents in front, like the ground footrest was being shaken. That's how it feels, or is it the ground that shakes huh?

"Apawn Lapo!" The three of us turned towards the bend of the road, which had not been far away.

Dozens of foot rattles that gave rise to the tremors approached. Coming from a group of children, who just passed through the three bags, to be able to approach us. Full of joy, without realizing there was a danger nearby.

The boys I was guessing were Apak Lapo's foster children, surrounding us with their crowd. Become barricades, which makes all three bags silent.

I bet they hesitate to continue their actions. Considering, if a group of local boys will be more than enough, to attract the attention of many people, which will make them battered by the judgment of the people.

Like I expected. The three turned right with faces filled with annoyance mixed with disappointment. We survived the violence of criminals.

I actually don't really like little boys like them, who often act like Chiya, Wanara's sister. But now I am grateful for his appearance.

The tension-filled shock earlier, really made my knees tremble weakly. I plopped down, in order to sit down and catch my breath, to turn the soul pressure into relief without burden.

Escape from the disaster of misfortune, which I don't know how many times have happened to me here.