Santri Famiglia's

Quickly Go home

Kelana urges, "Then he!"

"Since this afternoon. Grandpa must be far away."

"Try asking Grandpa Fang! Maybe he knows Grandpa Ansel's purpose. Anyway, you should look for him now. We don't want to lose track of him again."

"I could have looked for him. But, what about Sanu?"

Momentary silence. Connection not disconnected. However, the sound is muted. Damiyan stared at the phone screen.

"Who is Grandpa Ansel? Why did they suddenly tell me to look for him?"

Damiyan has absolutely no klu. He recalls Anselm. The most striking feature was his elongated brows. Damiyan had never met a human whose eyebrows could be that long.

Whole white Anselm hair. Mustaches and beards disguise the shape of the lips. It makes him look just like the mustachioed grandfathers and beards in general. Her eyes were clear green, similar to Sanubari and Aeneas. However, the owner of the green eyes in this world was not just the three of them.

How many times had it been thought, it still could not give Damiyan a clue. The man could only stare at the screen of the phone, hoping that a message notification from Kelana would come in, and then explain who Anselmus was. However, instead of the incoming email notification obtained, even the voice input signal that turns active returns.

"Do remote surveillance like before! Sanu was with Grandpa Fang at this time. So, it doesn't matter that you just monitor it. Now, you have to go after Grandpa Ansel!" The voice of Kelana was heard again.

"What's the priority if I haven't met Grandpa Ansel, but Sanu's in danger?" Damiyan had to be careful with this.

"You should go back to Sanu's. Then, continue the search after Sanu is definitely safe! We believe you can reach Sanu's place as soon as possible."

"All right."

Call ended. Damiyan did not sleep. He hurriedly stuffed two sets of clothes and equipment into the backpack. The dressing shirt he thinks needs to be brought. Without a definite purpose, who knows how many days it will take to find Anselm. Wearing a backpack, Damiyan stood on an empty street. He's fiddling.

"Where did Grandpa go?"

Damiyan. He did not deliver his departure. After thinking for a moment, he decided to step into Fang's house.

"They really know how to exploit people. As for me to have connections with the Russian military and the shadowy organization behind it, they just want me to move to and fro. Supposedly, they invented a teleportation device to make my job easier."

Today, Russia has the fastest helicopters and jets. But to call them, it still takes time. After all, they were not unemployed who could be on standby following Damiyan every second. The only vehicle Damiyan currently had was a pair of legs of his own. That is also if the foot can be categorized as a vehicle.

He can run fast. However, its speed was no more than that of an aircraft capable of traveling five thousand kilometers per hour. Fuel is limited to food and physical energy. It's free if he can get to his destination, but he's out of steam.

"Grandfather Fang!" Damiyan stopped at the door. He's banging hard.

Heads wobbly. The night usually. Sanubari has not been seen past the courtyard.

The boy is still underground. Remot control is admitted to the pants. His hands were tightly grasping the hitter.

"The path of the ball .. I should be able to see the path of the ball that Kak Dami meant."

He concentrated fully on watching the flying balls. Damiyan's example really took him by storm. If he wanted to recruit Damiyan, he should be able to be greater than him.

Looking back, Abrizar was more martial arts despite his limited vision. The man might really look at Sanubari when he comes home, Sanubari still can not beat him. Eiji, Sai, Renji can return to work on Aeneas at any time if Sanubari cannot contribute. Fanon could also be back to farming in the middle of the forest if Sanubari is just a potential seller in his eyes.

All members of Sanubari can really be independent without it. Sanubari should be fast growing. He swung the bat. Two balls bounced, but many times the ball hit his body.

"I can't stay away from them. I need to hurry, get this over with, pay off the debt quickly, get home!"

His eyes continued to focus on the attacking balls. Until finally, he got used to it. His eyes began to adjust to the speed of the ball. He still has trouble summarizing the order of the ball. However, at least, Sanubari can already realize which ball will arrive first.

His movements are still slow. Nevertheless, the total ball that can be hit in a row is increasing. From four, to five, six, seven, eight, ten. Until the end, only two or three balls hit his body occasionally. He kept swinging the hitter without knowing how long it had passed.

"The boy seems to have been inspired." Fang smiled behind Sanubari. "Although it's a bit slow, but he seems to have inherited your eyes, Young Gafrillo. There's no doubt that he's your real son."

Fang was long silent while carrying a breakfast tray. He observes Sanubari's goal-lapse, considering whether or not he should proceed to the next level. Fang held a beard.

"No, no, no! The speed is not enough. He's not ready for that stage."

Fang steps up to the table where he normally is and Damiyan observes Sanubari. However, the remote was not there. He put the tray down, then looked under the vaults. Remot remains non-existent. As he recalled after turning off the ball shot last night, Fang returned to where he was.

"Impossible Sanu can turn on manually without a remote. Could it be that the boy took her?"

Fang stopped looking. He turned on the intercom.

"Sanu, rest and breakfast first!"

Fang's voice shocked Sanubari. Inevitably, Sanubari's movements suddenly slowed down and returned chaotic. Only one ball was hit once. A dozen balls stoned him again. Sanubari stop hitting. He looked back. Seeing Fang standing up, Sanubari immediately turned off the ball shot.

He ran out of the room. Her clothes are soaked. His forehead was also covered in sweat. Arriving next to Fang, Sanubari flopped. He sat on the floor against the sofa. Breathing snorted.

"What the fuck? Your rhythm is good. I thought you were making progress. But, your last appearance was really messed up, Sanu."

"That's because Grandpa was suddenly startling." Sanubari's voice interspersed with sting. Plus the tummy, the knees so weak trembling.

"I lost concentration. Your focus is really weak, Sanu!" Fang sat on the sofa.

Sanubari did not reply. His consciousness almost disappeared for a few seconds when Fang mocked him. Tiredness that was not felt before, suddenly swung all over his body, sucking up the remaining strength until it ran out completely. His hands drooped without being moved.

"Why? Hungry, huh?" Fang looked at the pale Sanubari, "eat first!"

Sanubari did not respond. The boy closed his eyes.

"You want me to steam?" fang continued.

"I can eat by myself. Just sec. I just need a little break to recover the energy." Sanubari's voice was very weak.

Fang took out one glass filled with concentrated liquid. He crouched down next to Sanubari. "Drink this!"

Fang brought the mouth of the glass closer to Sanubari's lips. Just one gulp, but Sanubari's eyes spontaneously opened. Bitter irrepressible. Sanubai wants to stop.

However, Fang continued to pour water while saying, "You should finish it! Can't spit it out. If you don't spend it, you'll die."

Sanubari bit the lip of the glass so that water does not enter. However, his throat suddenly felt hot and dry. He needs water.

"Let's drink!" Fang smiled.

That feeling is tormenting Sanubari. The esophagus feels dry. Inevitably, Sanubari gulped down the remaining water, though bitter. Refreshed dips. His pores were like being pricked by a needle in a fraction of a minute. Heads circling.

"Ka .. cake ... Fang, what are you drinking ... on my?" Sanubari's body collapsed to the floor.

"Toxic." Fang answered him casually while smiling. He put an empty glass on the table.