Swordsman Without a Name

Swordsman Without a Name
Bad hunch



The Smart Fatty and the White Swallow just laughed. But both said nothing.


Not long after, their order arrived. Three servants came to deliver various dishes that spread a fragrant smell throughout the room.


After the dish was placed on the large and luxurious dining table, the three people immediately ate it with great voracity.


The White Swallow ate voraciously. The Smart Fatty Don't ask anymore. He was three times more greedy than the old man. As for Cakra Buana, he only touched a little bit of his food.


The young man took the wine and gulped it straight out of the urn. The appetite for the Cakra Buana has disappeared after the incident. For some reason, his premonition said something was going to happen.


But as for what it was, he himself had no idea.


"Why don't you eat?" ask the Smart Fat guy. His speech was a little unclear as his mouth was full of food.


"I have no taste. You two eat. Spend all this food, the cost problem let me bear," said Cakra Buana a little lazy.


The Smart Fatty and the White Swallow looked at each other. It seems like the ball-like person asked why Cakra Buana suddenly became a little strange. The White Swallow's reply only shook his head while shrugging both shoulders.


After that, the two immediately continued eating again regardless of the suddenly changed behavior of Cakra Buana.


About half an hour later, the two had already finished their meal. Cakra Buana still does not speak. Both of his eyes looked far away. I don't know what he's thinking, because no one knows.


"Have you finished eating?" ask Cakra Buana after a long silence.


"Already,"


"me too. You don't want to ask me anything more?" ask the fat guy.


"No,"


"alright. Then I'll go home now" he said, then got up.


"I will take you" said Cakra Buana.


"No need. You don't worry. Five of my bodyguards are reliable, I don't need your help,"


For a moment Cakra Buana seemed confused. It's just, he didn't say anything.


"I know, you just need my money," saying so, The Nameless Swordsman immediately threw out a small bag of gold pieces.


"Thank you,"


"You don't want to count it first?!


"Not necessary,"


The Fatty One Who knew everything immediately walked down the stairs. Every time he walked, it seemed like the earth was shaking made by him.


Upon reaching the exit, five people dressed and in black greeted him. A very luxurious horse carriage was waiting in front of it. The horse is reddish in color. His body is high. At first glance it can be seen that the horse is a topnotch horse.


The Fatty One Who Knows Everything went straight into the cart. The five immediately disappeared from sight.


They are his personal guards. The five people were very reliable. His ability is beyond doubt. I don't know how many times they saved that fat guy's life.


These five people could be known as the Five Dark Shadows. They are like an inseparable shadow. Wherever his master went, then they would definitely follow him.


In order to be escorted by the Five Dark Shadows at all times, the Smart Fatty did not hesitate to rob the expensive pocket. But all that is enough, because it is proven that their work is worth a thumbs up.


All of this has been proven to this day. The proof, the fat man can still live all this time.


After the blink of an eye, the Fatty Clever had already disappeared from sight.


At the second-floor restaurant, Cakra Buana was still drinking wine with the White Swallow. The two rarely spoke except for a few words. The entire meal was ordered out by his two new comrades.


Meat as a wine friend is also the same. So Cakra Buana just ordered another new meat.


"Why did you change so suddenly?" asked the White Swallow could not help but be curious.


"I feel something is going to happen. Ever since I found someone eavesdropping, my gut feeling has been bad,"


"That's common. Maybe it's because you've been too tired for a while now" said Wallet White, trying to calm Cakra Buana.


"I know, but this time it's different,"


"Lantas, what are we going to do now?" ask the young man.


"We need to get out of here and catch up with the fat guy,"


"If you're going to leave now, fine. I'm according to,"


Cakra Buana immediately called the waiter and paid the meal fee. Not to forget also he ordered two wine jars for supplies on his trip.


After the transaction was completed, the two immediately descended to the bottom. When they arrived outside, they immediately ran using the science of lightening his body.


His speed in moving was not much different from that of a demon shadow. White and red shadows shot through the darkness.


The Cakra Buana further increased its speed. So too with the White Swallow. He was trying to keep up with the speed of the young man.


The Smart Fatty was sleeping in his luxury car. The Five Dark Shadows continued to follow from behind clandestinely within some distance.


Wutt!!!


A sharp rumble that very quickly snatched one after another among the Five Dark Shadows. No one knows the real events.


After that, the same sound and movement also leads to the coachman as well as the topnotch horse. Not long after, the Fat Smart One also experienced the same thing.


All of this happened very quickly.


The atmosphere around there was suddenly quiet. Silent. Slender. The horse-drawn carriage stopped and did not advance any more.


A drink of tea later, Cakra Buana and White Swallow can only catch up with the Fat Smart.


From a distance there, the Nameless Swordsman had realized that something had just happened. His feet tracked the tree and then slid forward. He went straight into the horse carriage.


Once inside, the Nameless Swordsman was made to be shocked to death.


The Fat Smart One has died horribly. His thumb horse also died standing. The driver himself collapsed to the ground.


Cakra Buana directly traces the circumstances around. He was again surprised. The Five Dark Shadows, all of them were slaughtered. Their distance is far apart. But all five suffered the same injury.


Even the wounds were the same as the wounds that were on the body of the Smart Fatty and the coachman himself.


Cakra Buana stands in the middle of the place. His body did not move one bit.


Let alone the wind, it felt that even in a storm, the young man would still stand in his place.