The Adventure Of Lord Lausius

Episode 98's

Sean looked back. The blind witch evaded the spirits. "Rombie-like," Sean said as he squinted his eyes.

Their path staggered helplessly. Walking like undead, their faces were terrifying. But, he was not in a horror village. It's just the spirits of the dead, not something scary, unless Sean is really a coward. Sean was sure the spirits were just wandering.

"Why did they show up in the middle of the night like this. What the hell is going on. Why they look weird. Should spirits not be able to return to the realm of the world, is it possible that their souls cannot penetrate another dimension?"

There were too many questions Sean wanted to ask. Sean felt as if the secret in this village was getting confused. In the midst of this darkness and silence. Everything becomes a mystery and a secret that has been kept for years. Sean really had to think hard to find an idea, find the truth about all this.

Sean was watching exactly what happened. Sean recalled, before entering into this dead village, there was a big rock outside. There are pictures on the surface of the stone, then there are carvings of animals and the skull of a bull's head on the pole when entering this village.

After that, Sean met some spirits that came out from the four pillars inside the temple. After that again they said to ask him and Jessica out of this village heading north.

And...... Sean remembered. Jessica's missing. The girl is completely missing. Sean recalled, Jessica disappeared shortly after the storm stopped. Then came another Jessica. Jessica from the body of the blind witch. Sean is more confused, this mystery increasingly runyam, making Sean stirring his thoughts. Sean really felt on the verge of indecision at this moment.

What does all this mean? Why are there so many difficult secrets.

Sean thought about this out loud. Even though Sean was in a state of anxiety, he was not afraid that those who were walking like zombies were approaching him. It was seen that the blood was soiling the faces of the spirits. They were still wearing armor made of steel but covered in wounds all over the body.

How hard Sean thinks, there are things that cannot be explained logically. "Is it possible that a blind witch is afraid of spirits?" Sean tried to guess. And Sean speculates that blind witches are afraid of spirits.

"Oh, I get it now" Sean concluded. Suddenly, ideas flow through Sean's brain. It's like he's getting an answer to all those unsubstantiated questions. "The blind witch ran away after seeing the spirits. I saw there was life here before. Then they disappear as the night goes by. Then they appear again if midnight in the sense that it has reached the top. And their appearance this time was not as villagers. But as spirits. And, the only way is, I have to destroy them," said Sean determined.

Sean thought maybe by quelling the spirits who tried to approach him it could die with his sword. Could this be the only way for Sean? How could he possibly face those spirits. Isn't it the same for Sean to face the smoke!

Sean really has to think hard about all this. This is not an easy thing. Everything has to be planned before it is done.

When the spirits had urged Sean, —He floated his sword all over the spirit.

But what happened was, those spirits disappeared like smoke. Sean expected it. Sean's prediction was absolutely correct, the spirit was the same as a bunch of smoke that could not be slashed, except through the wind that could disperse the soul's puff. Sean repeatedly shook his sword, but again —the spirits were lost and replaced with new spirits that came popping up.

"What's this about? Why can't they be touched by the sword?"

Sean is confused. I don't know what happened, but, this— doesn't come into his logic. How they can appear in the middle of the night like the bodies of life but they cannot be destroyed.

But —Sean remembers, if in the temple the spirits said synonymously.

The Spirit is connected with nature. At first glance, Sean remembered a piece of these words.

Sean recalled, back at the temple, the four spirits said this to him. Obviously, but don't know how Sean can beat them. All the spirits have swarmed him. Sean was desperate and caught in the crowd.

The spirit is fused with nature, is not this the same means Sean has to fight with nature. But which realm should he destroy?

"Ah, how is this? They pushed me more and more" Sean said in confusion. Sean ran out of ideas to think about how to avoid the spirits.

Sean brandished his sword at the spirits. They are blindly broken, but they have nothing to change. They stay, they come back. They are like smoke that always appears when extinguished. They are eternal in solitude. They are difficult to fight, they seem to be in destiny-minded unable to be destroyed in the dark tonight.

"What should I do?"

However, Sean had suddenly lost his idea and was deadlocked. Suddenly a large-bodied man appeared from the end of the road as he entered this dead village. He was carrying some kind of big hammer or black gondola. There were sharp blades on all of its rounded sides.

Ah, her body is so big. On his head there's like a helmet headgear but there's a horn. Then, the stomach is round, the path straddles like a person affected by boils. He was wearing armor made of silver-colored steel and on his arms were feathers of some kind of sheep.

Not knowing where it came from, his body size was three times that of Sean's body. It's probably two meters high. "similar Tn. Mullers. But..... He's smaller than this guy."

At first glance Sean sees him like a history professor at his school. The boy remembered Mr. Muller's body shape. But, in terms of face, to be honest the face of the fat man in front of him was much uglier than Mr. Muller. He looks like a scowl. It's funny that Sean could meet Mr. Muller here.

They are not the same, only the shape of the body that makes Sean remember Mr. Muller. The rest, they were three hundred and sixty degrees apart.

"Gohoho!" the fat man laughed happily. He held a black Godam on his shoulders. "You don't think you can get out of my hands, spirits!" said crazy. "How dare you appear again before me!"

When he saw the fat man coming, he had at least distracted the spirits from Sean. "Set the young. As long as there's a Gordon you'll be fine" he told Sean. He blinked his eyes one-sidedly at Sean, hinting that he was capable of being relied upon.

Sean is of course confused, he suddenly comes like a hero who will save him. Then grinned with a joyful laugh with a typical unanimous voice of the vikings. The armor that covered him, plus the fur from the sheep, obviously the man thought Sean was a man from the bar-barian tribe.

The fat man grinned with a satisfied laugh as the spirits turned to attack him. There was no sound of battle as the fat man floated his huge Godam in the bodies of the spirits. There was only the wind and the smoke rising.

"Hohohoo. I'm gonna make you die a second time, useless spirits." While fighting a dead spirit, Gordon was excited. Although his body was large, it did not hinder his agile and agile body in fighting. His fierce face could make his enemies afraid.

"He's so great" Sean muttered in amazement. Shaking his head, not believing that the fat man was deciding on an ancient thought. Well, forever humans are focused on the idea that people are overweight, it will be difficult to move. "He's cool, amazing. Is he one of the experts in war?" Sean tried to guess this guy in his past.

Ah, all of that was just for nothing. Sean just peeked at it. A not-so-great battle, as if fighting against his own shadow, Sean thought so.

"Hey son, you don't be dumb. Let's fight them. It's fun fighting these dead souls" Gordon said to Sean, who was glued to him.

"Fight with smoke?"

"You think I'm crazy!" reply Gordon beaver.

Sean lowered his head. He thought the fat man was crazy. Sean felt innocent, but why did he attack him. Godam was like a boomerang, after being thrown towards Sean, now back into his hands.

"You're less alert, son. The spirit behind you you don't know" he said.

Sean looked back, well, there was smoke left over from the brutality of the fat man resembling this mattress. He was aiming for the spirit behind Sean. "I thought you were attacking me!" sean said he was prejudiced. "I'm so wrong."

"Don't kid, you underestimate me." The man cheered, he had a great fighting physique. "From you glued like that, better enjoy this fight!" he said he gave advice. "Or you'll regret not enjoying something you'll never see in a lifetime."

Sean thought, it is cool to fight with spirits, even if in thought by Sean, like fighting against smoke.

Sean followed Gordon's advice. His sword wanted to enjoy the battle that looked like it would.

A bush!! Uh-hush!!! Ah, they disappeared as the flickering of the sword roared throughout the spirit. The meeting that night, was inversely proportional to the ability of the fat boy and man. Hundreds against two people, it's not a problem Sean thought.

The great Godam ended up on his master's shoulders. "Ah, fuck. I'm not done with my game. Why are they disappearing so fast, I haven't even enjoyed this game." This fat man grumbled and grumbled. Sometimes carrying his black Godam on his shoulders sometimes on his stomp in the granite rock. "Hey son," he rebuked Sean. "Who are you? And where are you from?"

"Me?" Sean pointed at himself. He's making. He looked to the right and left, there was no one else but Sean. "Are you talking to me?"

"CK," Gordon sneaks. "You think I'm talking to the spirits you've been spilling?"

"Oh, sorry, sir. I thought you weren't telling me" said Sean innocently.

Gordon shook his head, he pinched his forehead. Sean is too slow for him who likes something fast paced. "Call me Gordon. The strong and formidable fortress!"

"What does your name mean?" Sean guessed.

Gordon was breathing tired, only this time he met a little boy who did not understand who he was. "Where are you from?" ask again. "And what are you doing here!"

"I......"

"You're definitely not from here, are you?" Gordon snatched quickly. He said, guessing it back. "You look different to the people I've met. You...... Um..... Look like I was young?"

"really?"

Gordon nodded. "But I'm more handsome than you, son," he said, laughing out loud.

Sean was really driven crazy to see this big-bodied guy. In his old age, he was good at bragging. "The guy is weird and petty," Sean murmured softly.

Gordon walked towards the end of the road while dragging his great Godam. He walked in front of Sean, the big hand acting out, by touching Sean's head. "Follow me. You must be lost."

"But—"

"Follow me. You must be confused to suddenly see a walking bear offering something valuable. Everyone admits I'm a walking bear, 'cause my body's big." He admits himself who he is. He's great, can guess Sean right.

"But I didn't say he was a bear" Sean muttered almost silently. But his feet followed the man to the end of the street where he was with Jessica.

From the end of the road, Jessica slid down the mound. The boy was fine, Sean saw him alive, Sean was grateful, he didn't happen anything or get hurt.

"Sean!" he shouted from the house near the hill.

"Jessica!" reply Sean. She wanted to get close to Jessica, but all of that was hindered.

When Sean tried to get there, he headed towards Jessica. Gordon's holding him back, he's not letting Sean get close to Jessica. "You don't go near him" he said in doubt.

"Why?"

"Is he with you?" ask Gordon.

Sean nodded. "He's my best friend, Jessica. Is there something wrong with him?"

"No," replied Gordon. "I had a chance to doubt it. I thought she was a blind witch" Gordon said, acting silly.

Jessica who was at the end of the house, not far from them said ketusut. "Hey, you, fat as a bear. How dare you say I'm a blind witch."

"Oh, it seems he's listening to me." Gordon looked at Sean, only this time he saw a little girl scolding him. "Is he your lover?" the question was again whispering Sean's pepper. "He's very violent."

"No!" Sean quickly denied. "He's my best friend. She may be my lover" replied Sean timidly.

Gordon elbowed Sean, he teased the teenager. "You're just like me. Likes a girl, but is ashamed to reveal the truth that you like her."

Sean never thought. Ancient humans like this man could recognize the meaning of a feeling. For a human the size of Gordon, he's more worthy of being a wild animal hunter than a soft-hearted vandal.

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