Re - Growth of Life

Chapter 36 – Don-Pa Royal Treasure (3)

Geck! Geck! Geck! “Halo, what's the desperation of people there?” The sound of knocking on the door became louder.

Well.. how is this...

Unknowingly, my temple was pouring sweat water. Although slightly. I swept a glance, looking. What can be used to avoid being discovered.

Twice, three times I circled the room quickly. I wish there was something that could.

Geck! Geck! Geck! “Don't hide, open the door. We just asked something.”

Two seconds, five seconds, ten seconds, the sound of knocking on the door came back. “Halo, is anyone home? We're just a minute kok.”

I wiped the sweat on a temple that was as big as corn kernels. Duh...

Uh! I just remembered. I haven't opened the closet next to the couch. I walked over quickly, went to the closet and opened it. “Well, here it is. But, why did he keep an item like this huh?” Ah already! The important thing is to wear it first.

Geck! Geck! Geck! His voice now sounds scary. I wear a wig, a shirt that is as big as a robe, a conical hat, a fake beard, and a wooden stick whose tip is like a swerving.

Geck! Geck! Geck! The voice was heard again. Zap up! I deftly turned around, opened the door of the room. He ran towards the main door, opening it.

Kriet... I opened the door, narrowed my eyes and slightly bowed, then smiled amiably. “Yes? What was? Sorry for waiting so long. It seems I'm too old just to open the door. Let's go in first.” Pleasantry let in.

One of the three people wearing iron armor shook his head, smiling. “No. Sorry we had been presumptuous to knock on the door too tight, Kek.” The man smiled again, slightly bowing his body.

I raised one of my hands half-chested. Smiling gently. “Ah, it's okay. Understandably, no one knows that the only one who lives here is a grandfather-grandfather.” I laughed crisply. Well, I seem to be talented at acting.

The person next to him cleared his throat, “We don't have long Cake. We just want to ask, did Grandpa see a young boy of this height (being), with hair a little disheveled, with a shirt and pants slightly torn. Ever seen, Cake?”

I stroked the beard, “Oh, I saw it this morning.”

“Where's the Cake?” One of them enthusiastically asked.

“Hmm.. I don't know if you're looking for a young man who. But this morning, when I was out intending a walk. I saw a little boy. Maybe he's a teenager. But it is like you mentioned.” I laughed crisply. But they don't budge.

“Teen is about thirteen years old, or fifteen huh? Maybe around so. With a shirt that had some parts torn. I feel sorry to see such a young boy collapsed on the ground.” I stroked the chest. Trying to live the role.

“So, I'll be right back home, brewing warm milk for her. But..”

“But what's the Cake?” One of them wiped his temple. I don't know because of what.

“But after I came back with a glass of warm milk, the young boy was gone.” I stepped up, they followed. “I didn't know this would be useful or not for the three of you. But there are still traces of the young boy sprawled.”

We arrived. It is not difficult to walk slowly to get to the side of the page. I pointed at the trail mark, “That's all I can help.”

The three warriors wearing armor stared at the traces, looked at each other, then nodded. “Good Cake. Thanks for giving me the information.” The soldier in the middle is grabbing something. Give the package with the contents of some candy and a piece of chocolate cake. “This is for Grandpa. Sorry we interrupted his time.”

I smiled gently, nodding. “Iya, thank you too,” I picked up the package. “It just so happens that my grandson is heading to the center of the Don-Pa Kingdom. Surely he is happy with this gift.”

“Then, we say goodbye first.” The three soldiers bowed again, then left.

***

In the same room.

I scratched my head, “Sorry, I panicked. There are three warriors riding on the door.”

“Hei! What a hard thing it is to stay open. Don't have to wear my costume all.” Archie turned back, stepped up and put the costume in the closet.

I walk, sit on the bed. “The problem is they are looking for me.”

Archie glared, “Searching for you? Oi! Don't fabricate. What are they looking for you for? Very less work they.”

“You wait here yes. I'll make you some warm tea first.” Archie smiled gently, turning right. Step towards the door and exit.

Five minutes. I spent alone in a room 3x3 meters above the bed. Daydreaming looked at the wood that had been burned in the furnace. Although it's noon, there's no need to light a fireplace. Bizarrely.

Drrt.. door open. Archie smiled carrying two warm teas and a glass of water on the tray. “Drink first, Lan.” Archie took the previous tray and put a new one. “Wait for ya, I put it first to the kitchen.” I'm nodding.

Archie knows how many times, and how many times you got tired of hearing this. He turned back, stepped towards the door and exited. And a few moments later he reappeared in this room with a chair. Put it down, sit next to the bed.

“So, what was the reason for the three warriors to come here? More precisely to this village?” Archie grabbed a warm teacup, sipped.

Same with me. Take warm tea, then sip it. “As I said, they came here looking for me.”

“How do I know if they're after you? After all, from appearances, you're just an ordinary teenager. There's nothing special, right? And also you have no power.”

I furrowed my brows, “How do you know I have no power? I never said that before.”

Archie waved, “I know. Because I can tell if someone has the power, or not. It's easy.”

I slightly choked, “There is indeed such a power?”

Archie did not answer. Just waving my hand. “Oh yes. From tomorrow onwards, you must accompany me to work.”

“Work? Working in the city center?” The tea I drank. I put the glass on the tray. Archie nodded. “Iya. Because hitchhiking in that man's house is not free. Still mending you sprawled in the village. If in the middle of town, maybe an Alan the liar will be executed.” I swallowed spit. Archie let out a crisp laugh, once again waving a hand.

***

Tomorrow.

“Eee... Are you serious? This your job?” Mouth gaping.

Archie lowers his eyebrows, “You don't like it?”

“But this is old-fashioned. Where there are times now people believe in divination in the middle of broad daylight.” I scratched my head that wasn't itchy.

Looks like you can guess it. A costume similar to a witch's: a wig, a beard, a large robe, and a cane whose tip is swirled inward.

Cring Cring! The sound of bells in front of the door rang, the sign of someone entering this place. A place full of stuff and stars above the sky. Also do not forget about the shiny purple-colored crystal ball.

“Log.” Archie's voice sounded friendly.

The client uncovers the curtains that are used as a substitute for the door, then sits cross-legged. “I want to know, what prophecy will happen at the fireworks festival.”