Swordsman Without a Name

Poison Random

The night is getting cold. The moon is slowly covered in a cloud of gray. A cold wind swung with feeling. Provides calmness and comfort in the soul.

Cakra Buana is not asleep. He was sitting at the window enjoying the beauty of the night. Although the moonlight began to close, but nevertheless the fragrance of flowers blooming and the sound of night animals make him very want to enjoy the atmosphere tonight.

A wine jar on the right side. On the edge there is also a very delicious seasoning roast meat. The Buana chakra devours both of them with vigor.

Three sips of wine, one piece of grilled meat. So it went on that he actually spent both of them.

After finishing drinking wine and devouring the roast, the young man began to feel sleepy. His eyelids were suddenly very difficult to open. Moreover, his mind mukai kalut.

In the end the Nameless Swordsman slept as well. Because the more down he stood, the more dizzy he felt.

Evidently, just a moment of falling on a soft mattress under a thick blanket, he was already asleep with his beautiful dreams.

Around the inn was deserted. The door was closed very tightly. Obviously, it indicates that no one else can go in there.

But, right in the courtyard of the inn had stood dozens of people dressed in black. At his waist each there is a machete with a deep black sheath. They stand guard around the inn.

Inside the inn itself, precisely in the lower room that used to be a restaurant, no less than ten figures had stood face to face.

Two of them are women. The other age is still very young. One was only about twenty-nine years old. The other was about fifties.

Eight other men were heavy-bodied. There were also the ones that were as squeaky as bamboo and fat as a ball.

Everything looks spooky. They seem to be killers. Or is also a heretic warrior who already has a name.

Not long after, a very beautiful woman appeared. She wears light blue clothes, wears a veil anyway. But even so, it still looks how beautiful the face behind the veil.

As he walked, all eyes looked at him. All the men opened their eyes. So too with women. The eight men felt very happy to be able to see the beautiful woman. While the woman felt a little envious.

As if they were asking "why wasn't I born as beautiful as you?"

For a man, to be able to see so beautifully is already the most beautiful gift. Especially seeing his smile.

"Has everything gone according to plan?" ask the woman very gently. His voice was like the spring breeze.

Bringing calm and peace.

"Miss, are there any other orders?" ask the waiter who gave wine to Cakra Buana.

"none. Are you sure he's been poisoned?" ask the woman called the lady.

"Very sure. I know he likes to drink wine, even though he is not yet a wine demon, but he cannot possibly let a pot of wine idle just like that" replied the waiter with a proud smile.

"Good, then check into his room immediately,"

"Who are you telling me?"

"All of you,"

"Why should it all be?" ask an old man cheek like he does not accept.

"For I know that he is other than others,"

He didn't give anyone else a word, again he continued, "Although the wine you gave was poisonous wine, but I still don't fully believe that he actually died of poisoning. Anything in this world can happen,"

"alright. We obeyed the order" said the burly man.

The ten people immediately moved. They started to climb the stairs. Some went up through the stairs, some jumped straight up so that it directly arrived right at the door of the young man's room.

Everything they do does not make a sound. It felt impossible if the young man heard their movements.

The door was not locked.

After everyone had gathered together, they were on guard. Two men came in. The two saw that the young man had already slept under the blanket.

One signaled the other to enter. They immediately surrounded the bed.

As soon as the blanket was opened, everyone was shocked. The person behind the blanket is not a human being. But nothing more than a pillow and bolster.

Everyone is dumbfounded. Where did the young man go?

It was impossible if he could leave without leaving any trace of her at all. Especially if he was drinking poisonous wine.

Let alone him, even a first-class martial figure might not be able to do it.

But how else? The young man was really not in the room. The window of the room is closed.

Someone approached the window and immediately checked.

"The window is not locked, he must have escaped through here," he said withstanding emotions.

Not to mention they spoke further, below the screams of those who were holding back the pain. But it was only heard for a moment, because then there was no sound anymore.

The ten people looked at each other. They immediately ran out at high speed. In just the blink of an eye, those ten people were already in the courtyard of the inn.

They were shocked when the three guards there were killed with their necks almost puffed up. Twelve other guards were holding a young man dressed in red.

Cakra Buana the Nameless Swordsman.

It turned out that the scream was a death scream from the guard. And the culprit was of course the young man.

He stood quietly. Although three dozen people locked him with a machete that was ready to be released, but at all the young man did not feel afraid or horrified.

Instead, it was precisely these ten people who were shocked half to death. It is clear that poisonous wine is drunk, the drinking marks are still complete. Then, how could the young man still hold on to this second?

It still looks healthy.

There was absolutely no sign that he had been poisoned despite drinking the wine earlier.

"Thank you, the wine you gave me was really delicious. Although the wine was hard, it was very fragrant" Cakra Buana said to the servant.

Everyone was shocked again. Is that young man crazy? It was obvious the wine was poisonous, and he drank it to the end anyway. But why should I thank you?

"You really drink it?" ask the waiter to hold it.

"Is lying profitable?"

"Lantas, why are you still able to survive and get fresh when you drink wine earlier?"

Everyone was waiting for the young man's answer. They were famous figures, of course, knew how ferocious the colorless poison and smell that was put into the wine earlier.

"Because ..the poison you've sprinkled in it is still inappropriate to kill me. The poison may be vicious to people, but to me it is nothing more than a light-headed remedy" Cakra Buana said with a laugh.