Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 36-2] The Lost Island

Vajal's fleet fell silent seeing his match coming from across. Missing the roar that was shown when pounding the black ship. Awaits uncertainty over the conditions of the battlefield.

Just a few minutes later. Seven large ships with cannons were threatening, besieging us without providing any escape in the waters.

From the white ship, a yellow and blue flag is seen side by side, being flown. Slowly then, they moved closer, until the distance of the two was less than a meter.

A white-bearded man, well-built, dressed in military uniform - with a rank mark on his shoulder - walked all the way to the deck guardrail.

With a sure motion, the middle-aged man climbed up the guardrail, then jumped without hesitation, towards the blue ship opposite him. Landed smooth himself, on the deck of the ark of the Vajal State.

Although it was not very clear in the dark night conditions, but I am sure, on the third giyeni ship that confronted us, Juan came out of the command room, with a man in a light blue uniform, and he came out of the command room, I'm sure that's the captain of the ship.

They met the middle-aged man, and engaged in an excitable chatter, which occasionally pointed towards the black ship of our ride.

It seems true that Juan's emotions exploded, as the negotiations between the two camps neared the end. He was about to hit the man with a white beard, which was quickly prevented by the captain of the Vajal State ship. Grasped tightly onto the shoulder of the man's field.

The man in white uniform, jumped back into his ship, after exchanging salutes with the captain of the Vajal fleet.

The white ship's party moved to stretch its siege. Giving way for three blue-painted ships, to pass and pass. Leaving us untouched.

What the hell is going on?

***

At dawn, we reached the port of Sunkalopa. It was anchored by many merchant ships, which were about to enter the Western end of the Andapala Kingdom.

We didn't sail on a black ship to get here. It is also very unlikely, because many parts have been damaged by cannons.

Voluntarily, the entire crew moved to one of the whitewashed ships, which turned out to be the Andapala war fleet.

We were sent all the way here. To the original destination that Captain Sando wanted, but was opposed by Yenz. Welcomed as an important guest, and given good lodging facilities in the harbor.

Curious indeed, will the cause of all this mosesabab can happen. But all the way up to Sunkalopa, no one could answer him.

About the reason, why suddenly the Andapala Fleet came to help, until desperate to enter the disputed waters. Didn't even mind pulling the black ship, all the way to the shipyard. Here's another kindness they're loyal to give here.

Is it because of Yenz's three-color smoke bomb? But why can?

The question remained unanswered, for the green-eyed man, who had been in the captain's room all the way, had not been found when we docked.

The accumulated fatigue, from many major events in the aftermath, finally succeeded in driving me to sleep in this comfortable place, after on the ship, had time to eat the rations provided.

I woke up when it was past noon. Forced to get out of bed, due to a blow on the door of the room, which was done by an Andapala soldier.

The young man in white uniform, told me to get ready immediately. He said there was an invitation waiting below.

The more astonished I was made. What pick-up? And where will we be taken?

It turned out that it was just me, Leo, and Captain Sando, who were ordered to board a twisted black carriage, with lavish sculptural architecture on the body of the passenger carriage.

The crane was pulled by two pairs of high-quality horses, with a coachman dressed in shining clothes. I'm sure the suit is much more expensive than the clothes I wear.

On the way, I couldn't help but ask. To the Grated Face, who from the beginning of the journey looked so calm. As if knowing all this.

"The only thing capable of doing this is Governor Barretty Falcoa. The most powerful man on the island of Sunkalopa. The heart of Andapala. If you want to know the whole thing, you just ask your goddamn friend, who now doesn't know where he is."

It's upsetting, but I'm grateful for the answer. At least one question was answered. Although, it also raises many other questions.

It was only half an hour drive, until we were in front of a huge iron gate five meters high over. Entering the road that divides the large garden neatly arranged. Decorating fountains, swan ponds, rows of apple trees, gazebos, and all other trinkets, which if sold, would be able to make the fall, enjoy the rest of his life to the maximum.

We descended in front of the three-story house, which was almost entirely made of granite stones of various textures.

In front of the terrace was waiting for a thin-haired old servant. Wearing a tailcoat suit, which wraps around his thin body. His upright stance puffed out his chest, with his chin raised at a glance, which honestly made him look ridiculous, instead of dashing.

"Welcome, gentlemen. Please follow me," he said briefly. Turn around and then step in with a soldierlike attitude. Led us through a large double door, a shiny dark brown.

I looked at the front room of this house. It was so vast, with many statues and urns, as well as other decorations flanking the road, towards the hallway in front of us. Like an art gallery, with expensive display items.

After passing through the hallway with paintings and some armour on display, we finally arrived at the room with a carved sofa, which surrounded a large table made of whole wooden bollards.

The living room I guess. But that's not where we stopped. The waiter continued to walk us to the end of the room, to climb the stairs to the second floor.

Meniti staircases layered with red velvet carpet, which is half way divided in two directions.

From there, we took the road to the left lane, to continue turning to the right, when the foot stepped on the top of the stairs. Entering the hall that led us to a door at the end.

The old waiter shifted from the front of the brown-painted door in front of us. Holding the iron knob, to then suppress it, while saying, "Please enter the gentlemen."

Once open, there was a room with two pairs of wide windows across from us, on either side of which stood bookshelves covering the walls.

As a pedestal on the floor of this luxurious reading room, lay a black carpet with a red flower motif arranged diagonally. Refreshed by the presence of broadleaf plants, which are buried in pots, in all four corners of the room.

A long table occupies the middle of the room. The place where a pair of men wearing white shirts sat opposite each other, on a wooden chair given a thick cushion, on the seat and support of his back.

"Yenz?" I murmured, seeing the long blonde-haired man in pigtails, while coolly searching at the book on the table. Not to be disturbed by our arrival.

I knew for sure it was him, because although his clothes changed, but the sling bag whose rope was knotted to death - when it broke off in the Manika-machete - remained stuck across the body.

"Welcome, gentlemen. Think of it as your own home. Please join us." The man in full stature with a bulging stomach, shoved his hands, to allow us to sit in the empty seat that many left.

Leo and I followed. Take place on both sides of the Yenz. For a moment I looked at him with my eyebrows linked. Until he realized he was being noticed, and closed his book.

"How come you're here?" ask me in a whispering voice.

Yenz looked back at me. Sighing heavily. Instead of answering, he picked up a drink in a porcelain cup, presented side by side with a round teapot of the same substance, and a large bowl of chocolate biscuits. Being in front of him.

"I'm sure my cousin didn't tell me the full story about him, did he? And definitely didn't tell you his real name. Weylan Arhope ...." The brown-eyed host's words were cut off, because of the loud sound of the cup being placed rough on the table.

"Can you not name that damned, Cousin Fal!" yenz growled with a sharp look.

"Silent Cousin. I was just kidding. Anyway I also prefer to call you Yenz, just like Aunt Gyana gave me." Falcoa smiled broadly.

Honestly, I was surprised to learn that the Tega King still had a relative relationship with Barretty Falcoa. Governor of Sunkalopa Island, Great Kingdom of Andapala.

Here's the real name, which I should ask you later.

Indeed, the blond governor seemed annoying, and if I had a cousin like him, I would be lazy to meet him. But, it didn't seem like that was the reason why Yenz, was so unwilling to stop by this place.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, as Yenz sipped a drink from the cup in his hand. Until finally, Captain Sando opened his voice.

"Haha .. I didn't expect it, honorable young master to board my ship. Please forgive me, for you have dared to brazenly yell at you before, Mr ...."

Captain Sando was silent to see Yenz pointing his index finger at his face. "I'll put a lot more in your face, if you still dare to continue saying!"

The captain was silent, but it didn't seem to be out of fear. I saw in his gritted mouth, there was a line of bated smiles. Aware of me, the meaning of the talk was a form of tearing to Yenz.

But what things? I'm really confused and don't understand what it's made of.

"alright. Enough talk and introductions. How about we get straight to the heart of the conversation. In other words, your request to invite Mr Margo and Leo has been fulfilled, hasn't it?"

"Yes. Youre right. But I never asked you to invite that scarf face to come" Yenz said.

Falcoa laughs. "Yes, but he is my guest. And, we need his expertise on the ocean, to discuss also embarking on this journey, right? Towards Sakonde, the lost island."

I'm obviously surprised to hear that. Staring at Falcoa with wide eyes. The Sakonde he spoke of, a memory of Margo, was an ancient island of treasure, always told as a bedtime story.

In the fairy tale, Sakonde is said to have perished because of a great war, which occurred because of greed. Then, does it have anything to do with my mission as a Margo in this world?

If that's the case, can't help but, I should be involved in it.

Also, my guess at the time meant right. During this time Yenz who holds the role as the key to the story. I'm sure it's related to the wooden box, which he took from the desert bandit's warehouse.

"It looks like you didn't say that to your friend either?" falcoa.

"It's none of your business! Now we talk about the deal. You guarantee Margo's security and life as well as Leo's. Instead, I'll take you to Sakonde. Can I keep that promise?"

Uh... What does this mean? Guarantee my safety and Leo's?

"You know I do. No need to remind. For Mr. Margo and Leo, I have provided a comfortable residence, with all its luxurious facilities. They will not be lacking for the rest of their lives. Also, the hand of Vajal's law won't be able to reach here. I guarantee it all."

"Wait a minute! You decided this yourself? Something about me, you decide? Who are you, huh!?" my protest. Feeling that Yenz is over.

"Why really? I didn't hurt you with that deal. You even got the advantage. By living prosperous, and no longer worried because of his status as a fugitive. After all, wasn't that your original goal? As planned by Apak Lapo."

"You should have talked to me first! Why just decide, after missing there is no news. What about Leo?" my tukas. Piqued.

"I don't have a problem. After all, if we continue, our goals will be different. So it wouldn't hurt to stay here for a while." Leo replied in a carefree tone. Not affected by the atmosphere that begins to heat up.

Leo's talk obviously made me step dead. Well, indeed by accepting the offer, one mission to seek freedom for Margo was completed, but how about finding the truth?

Honestly, there are many mysteries in this world that make me curious. Although aware also, by trying to expose it, it means I must be ready to face many obstacles later.

"It looks like you guys need some time to talk about it. Then let me and Captain Sando go to the other room. It just so happens that there is a business that I have to discuss with him. Gentlemen, enjoy your time." Falcoa moved in with Captain Sando, who was trailing behind.

After the door closed again, the three of us who were left in this reading room, fell silent petrified in each other's minds. Even reluctant to touch the small dish, which still remains warm on the table.

"What if I don't want to stay here?" my question, open the silence.

"It's up to you. I won't get in the way. It's just, I told you all this way. Our paths will be separated later. And, this is where that point happens. Like it or not."

Brak!

I pounded the table until the cup fell out of place.

"Alright if that's what you want. I have not liked you for a long time. It's up to you where you're going. Thank you for your concern. I'll enjoy all the luxury you've given me. Again ... Thank you very much."

Before I could move on, Yenz had first risen. "Then there's nothing we need to talk about anymore. Excuse me" he said coldly. Stepping away without looking again.

I'm stuck. Gamang. Is this emotion-driven decision really right? Can I go back to the real world, and finish this story in an anticlimactic state?

Even if I could, would I not be curious, if if the story in this book, it would not be written.

But, I think it's better this way. I don't have to be afraid of being chased by danger anymore, in this crazy world.

"Mr Margo. Can I pack that chocolate cake? It feels good as it turns out," Leo interrupted while chewing.

You don't know the situation!