Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 38-2] True Truth and Peace

Counting on two weeks and two days, I settled in Kalopa, the great city of the Kingdom of Andapala.

Placed in a two-story wooden cottage, with Leo, with complete facilities, like a noble residence. Minus television, game consoles, smart phones, and similar electronics. Well it's understandable for a world like this.

Spending time walking around the city, after the breakfast Leo made - his cooking taste reminded me of Apak Lapo. Visiting various places, and occasionally shopping using the money given Falcoa.

Accommodation, which Leo took every day in the luxurious house of the governor. Making the number keep growing, until I was confused how to spend it.

Everything was perfect and relaxing. No more schools following his duties, Riko and her flock, mother's nagging, fear of being attacked as a fugitive, or hunger also sick on the way. Perfect without blame.

But everything felt empty after a long time. I was getting bored and lazy to go out, so I prefer to stay at home. Even I would bet, even if there was a game console, with a lot of games in it even once, it would not be able to drive away the fatigue I felt. Maybe even Margo.

Curiosity of mystery, along with the spirit swish that appears, when imagining the adventure presented in this world. That's what really interests me more than anything right now.

Even if there are other things that can make me excited, most only El Machos music group performances, in the afternoon before noon. Hearing Miss Crete's soft voice cradle, it could at least calm the heartbreak.

Oh yea. On the first day I heard her singing - after Leo delivered the menace of Manika - the wavy-eyed, tyrannical-faced diva met her naturally, coming up to me to thank her.

From there it all continues. There was a small talk between us. I finally found out that Miss Crete was a widow, who had a son who was a sailor.

In the chat, too - which Leo occasionally reminded him of Manika - not a few Miss Crete asked about me. About who I was, where I was going, where I was going, and other questions, which he threw in his beautiful voice.

Not everything I can honestly answer. Anyone who wants to claim to be a fugitive, right. But, for some reason, I saw from the beautiful face of Miss Crete, there was a hue of relief when I heard my answer. It was as if he had found what he was looking for a long time ago.

Could he be attracted to my charm? I never knew, because the next day, we could never talk for long, for various reasons. Starting from the music group hired by Governor Falcoa, my long chat with Mr. Mashet, to the behavior of Leo and Lamar, which became an additional show for El Machos.

However, one thing still lingers and sticks in my mind. The rhyme uttered by Miss Crete that afternoon, before she left.

"You are in this storyline, which carries out the task as a node point connecting all expectations. Seeds, thunder, and propulsion blades. One person holder three please. Will not stop walking even though exploring the end of the world. Until we find the truth and the true peace."

He never answered what the rhyme meant. Miss Crete just said that the series of sentences, I will be able to understand when the time comes. I don't know what he means.

That's my story at the city fountain. Imagining it while sitting on the second-floor terrace, leaning against a thick padded chair, made me start to get sleepy.

But wait! This sleepiness feels strange. Like there is an invisible great power, which forces me to sleep.

Suddenly, my breath felt heavy. My eyes began to condense. Drowsiness for no reason, as if someone was drugging me.

If so, when was I drugged? Breakfast an hour ago was impossible. Or someone threw sirep science, so slowly I sleepy then fall asleep?

Quick and light footsteps could be heard from outside this second-floor balcony. No need to see it, I know who the owner is.

Leo, the jamet boy. He's the only one - other than me - who's free to go in and out of this house.

"Mr Margo. You don't want to take Mr. Yenz's departure at the harbor?" the question was so through the doorway.

I'm obviously surprised. Not only was the departure schedule advanced by several days - originally planned for three weeks to take care of travel preparations, and to correct Captain Sando's black ship - but also one conjecture about the conditions I was in. Just crossed my mind.

Could it be that, if their ship had already sailed, it would be the end of my story in this world as a Margo? This sleepiness was probably the same as that of Wanara, after defeating the witch in purple.

I should be happy, right. Soon they will be able to return to the real world. Eat Mom's cooking, play games, do PR and fall asleep.

The problem is, I don't feel willing. There are still many questions and mysteries of this world, which I want to find out the truth. Completely make a voyage towards the lost continent, which is out of nowhere.

"Are you okay, Mr Margo?" Leo caught my staggering body while standing.

"Just calm. I'm just moving less. Now, can I have your help, Leo?" my many.

I let go of Leo's embrace, and tried to stand firm, although still remaining magical drowsiness that slowly faded. Yeah, it's been disappearing ever since I made a new decision.

"Pack things in the room. We'll continue this journey, wherever the ocean currents carry." I said with passion.

"Done, Master!" I looked up and looked at him sharply. This guy has the power of The Flush, or is he joking? "I had expected that Master would say that. So, from knowing the scheduled departure of the ship, I've packed our things."

I smiled broadly hearing it. Thumbs up to praise the Jamet's alertness.

Leo hurried to pick up his big bag in the room, and headed towards the stables, which were behind the cottage. Followed me.

I smiled imagining how Yenz's expression would be when he met us. Shocked, upset, and possibly angry. It must have been nice to see it.

Passing through the intersection entering the city, I slowed down the pace of the horses. Greet Mr. Mashet, who was with his friends walking with a long barrel gun on his shoulder, and some water jerry cans held up. Maybe they want to hunt and camp in the forest.

Not far from the fountain, the boy Lamar waved his hand. Mrs Crete who was in the restaurant also greeted. It was hard, leaving those who for two more weeks, to accompany my days in Kalopa.

But, it is useless, if this adventure does not continue. Can die curious me, because I can not know the answers to the mysteries and puzzles, which are scattered in this world.

We drove the horses faster as soon as we got out of town. Upon entering the harbor, we asked the dock officer about the whereabouts of the black ship and the Falcoa Governor's entourage.

From the information of the port officer, where the governor's ship entourage is at pier three. Not too far from the port entrance. I hope there is still time, because the officer also said, if they are ready to leave.

"Sir, turn there!" Leo caught up with me and immediately took a direction to the right.

I followed his lead, knowing that during these two weeks, he was the one who played in the harbor the most. Maybe because Leo wants to reminisce about Lapalasa.

With Leo. We passed through a narrow, but relatively quiet road from the bustle of the harbor. Here, I fully attach myself to Margo's riding skills, which are unquestionable.

So shrewd Margo directed the horse - which I had not yet given a name - to slip between the piles of crates, jumping over the transverse items, keeping the speed from slowing down.

Great right? You can praise me.

"Master, that's the ship!" leo behind me.

It can be ascertained, what he meant was a three-pointed white ship. A warship with three levels of cannons, which marched slickly along its side.

"I go first!" I shouted, as I saw the group of ships across, had already begun to remove the large rope, which was holding the ship to stay awake on the edge.

I don't know what the reply was Leo. I just kept going. Increase speed by stripping the horse. I'll apologize to him later, when it's over.

"Wait!" I shouted at the person who was removing the rope, from the bolder embedded in the harbor floor.

He only looked at it briefly, then melengos and returned to continue his work. The insolent!

I unplugged the revolver at the waist, and immediately fired it, as the muzzle of the gun came out of the holster. Bullet child glides, and penetrates the top of the hook of the ship mine from the concrete, making the dock officer jump surprised. Falling down, pias looking at me.

My gunfire managed to stop the ship from sailing, but it also drew the attention of the soldiers in white uniforms, on the deck to look out, along with the muzzle of the weapon pointed at me.

I'm saving the revolver back to the nest. Jump off the horse's back, then walk slowly with both hands raised. Demi shows that I'm without a weapon and will not fight.

"Stop there, or we shoot! Say mean!" One of the soldiers-of the dozens who pointed at me-gave a warning, without taking his shot off.

"Tell Governor Falcoa that Margo changed her mind. I'm on this cruise!" my reply to them. While hoping, hopefully no one who khilaf pressing the trigger.