Swordsman Without a Name

Keep the Promise

Three days have passed back.

Lately, the Nameless Swordsman has not experienced many events or certain disorders. For the past three days, Cakra Buana's life felt serene and peaceful.

Every day he could pass his days leisurely. Every time, he always drank wine. At any time, he could enjoy the scenery and eat good food.

The aim of the Nameless Swordsman now was to go to Kay Pang Pek's headquarters. He wanted to keep his promise to Huang Pangcu regarding some time ago when Cakra Buana said he would invite Huang Mei Lan to go on an adventure together.

The angle of the market is still the same. The condition of the market that is always crowded is also still exactly the same as some time ago. In that market there are still many beggars who are always begging.

When they saw the presence of Cakra Buana, the beggars immediately bowed respectfully. All members of Kay Pang Pek actually already know that the young man is the guest of honor Kay Pang Pek.

Therefore, they greatly respected the Nameless Swordsman. Even his respect was deeper than that of a branch head.

Cakra Buana walked towards the branch headquarters. Five members of Kay Pang Pek welcomed his arrival and they immediately drove the young man inside.

"During the reunion of Mr. Cakra," said one member Kay Pang Pek with a friendly smile.

"Thank you, it's good to see you again" replied Cakra Buana with a smile.

They'll go inside immediately. After a while later, the Nameless Swordsman had arrived at a room where Huang Pangcu used to live.

"Please. Pangcu was already waiting inside," said the beggar as he bowed.

"Thank you,"

Just now Cakra Buana opened the door, from within was already heard a voice first.

"Welcome crazy friend. I thought you'd forgotten your promise,"

The voice was hoarse. Even so, the voice sounded very friendly, very warm and very familiar.

"I'm not an old man smelling the ground like you. So don't think that I've forgotten my promise" replied Cakra Buana laughing.

He immediately sat on the bench that was already available there. Without saying much, Cakra Buana immediately grabbed the wine jar that had been served.

Glekk!!!

The sound of that gulp sounded quite loud. In just a few sips, Cakra Buana had already consumed more than half an urn.

"It turns out you're still a wine demon,"

"I am a demon. This wine is fragrant wine, if it is not immediately spent, I am afraid not to be parted," joked Cakra Buana laughing.

The two sat facing. Having just met, they immediately joked with joyful laughter.

When the two friends meet, they will definitely do things as usual. They'll be kidding. Sometimes, meeting a friend can forget all kinds of problems that are being faced.

Friend ...he is the only other person who truly understands about you. He is also the one who is always there for you. In a state of joy and sorrow, friends will always accompany you.

Friends are definitely brothers. But a brother is not necessarily a friend.

"I think you're dead" Huang Pangcu told the Nameless Swordsman.

"If I were to die, who would accompany your grandson to travel?"

Huang Pangcu laughed loudly. "You can always answer. I said that because I've been hearing about the lunge you've been doing lately,"

"of course. That's why I thought that you were dead, considering that now the heretics have united and are after you wherever you are,"

"I already know. But you also have to remember, not everyone can kill me. I won't be able to make it as easy as they think,"

Huang Pangcu nodded in agreement. He himself knew very well where and how the ability of the young swordsman. Let alone anyone else, after seeing and hearing his lunge all this time, he himself became less certain of being able to kill the Nameless Swordsman easily.

"You're right. Your abilities are increasing day by day. In a while, I'm sure you'll become more famous,"

"But I don't want to be famous,"

"Basic fool. Inevitably, you will definitely be famous. Moreover, everything you do is always electrifying the martial world," said Huang Pangcu.

Huang Pangcu said as he was. Every football lunge Swordsman Without a Name always raises the lips. If it was always like that, how could he not be more famous?

"Whatever. I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do" Cakra Buana replied at will.

He again grabbed the wine jar and drank it. Huang Pangcu did not speak any further. If Cakra Buana has spoken lazily, then the old man will no longer continue it.

"Mei Lan .." cried Huang Pangcu suddenly.

Once shouted, his voice sounded blaring. The whole room felt shaky.

The two waited, a moment later, one figure came out of another room.

A fragrant smell immediately seeped into the entire room. The smell is so special. Also very nose piercing. The entire room was immediately crowded by the fragrant smell. The smell is not too pungent, but the smell can arouse passion in yourself.

When compared, the fragrant smell of blooming flowers may be inferior to the fragrant smell.

A beautiful girl in light green simple clothes had been standing in the middle of the room. His hair was partially left to be draped and some were tied up by silk.

His face is very graceful. The face is like the face of Goddess Khayangan. His eyes were black. His eyebrows are flickering like a machete.

Her beauty is hard to find. If ten beautiful women were to be compared to her, perhaps the beauty of the ten girls was still not on par with her.

The girl who stood up gracefully was none other than Huang Mei Lan, the granddaughter of Huang Pangcu. He then walked slowly. His steps were very trembling, the earth suddenly seemed to shake. Time seems to stop.

Both Huang Pangcu and the Nameless Swordsman, both of them were equally amazed by the beauty that was now plastered in front of him.

Mei Lan then sat on the edge of Huang Pangcu. When he sat down, his movements were very gurgling. Very beautiful and very pleasant to look at.

"You're just getting more beautiful, my grandson" Huang Pangcu said to his favorite grandson.

"Yaya (grandfather) always praised me excessively. I will be embarrassed," Mei Lan replied with a smile held back.

"I'm not praising, I'm telling the truth" the old man replied.

Cakra Buana himself does not speak. He still looked at that beautiful face. Every single thing Mei Lan did did did not escape her attention.

"Now the knowledge that Yaya gave you has been mastered perfectly. It's time for you to get some experience out there,"

"I was just trying to follow what Yaya wanted,"

"Good, that's my grandson. You must obey your Yaya, because only I can understand you completely" Huang Pangcu said affectionately.