The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)

4.40.

"It took half a year to sail with the Great Ark to get to the mainland of the Sanfoon peninsula. Big dipper boats like we have, it's hard to reach that land. Penetrating half the north sea alone, can be destroyed our boats. The waves are huge, rolling up a hill. Almost every night there is a storm, especially when the full moon or sea breeze season arrives. Not to mention, there are often dangerous whirlpools. Hundreds of lives at stake!" Seno.

"What country is Sanfoon?" ask Radhit.

Seno adds to his next explanation, "Sanfoon is the name of the coast, the countries there are called the Middle East Peninsula, the nearest land from the Sanfoon coast is called Persia! Sanfoon itself belonged to Persian land. Do you want to go there?!"

Radhit did not immediately answer, adding to another question, "Mmm, what about Surra's Ark?" Seno who heard that was wide-eyed, her soy sauce momentarily stopped while her mouth was full of grilled fish meat. The question has not been answered by Radhit already confused by another question.

"If I don't remember wrongly, the last time the arks stopped here was about five to seven years ago, I haven't been lucky to just see them coming. I only heard from my seniors. They say, the Ark of Surra is very large and sturdy, the crew are sailors from the land of Chin who sailed up to here. Surra is not a name, but a type of giant ship. They come tens or even hundreds in one week if they come constantly. I don't know what their expedition, which they obviously led the envoys to deliver tributes to Prabu Gusti, is more like in our language as permission to ride by."

Radhit mangosteen, while imagining the splendor of the Ark of Surra as told by Seno, "So, in fact they are people from the land of Chin who stopped to the coast," Radhit murmured not yet finished from thinking about the Ark of Surra.

"It is necessary to master Chinese to speak in their language. Can you?"

Radhit so smiled hearing that, "China?!" while showing the pendant tucked behind his shirt.

"Well, antarnegeri scholar award! Nice work! How many languages do you speak, son?"

"Mmm, not much. I still need to learn a lot. For Chinese, I've reached the fourth level" Radhit said happily.

"Great, Son! By mastering the language, you can transcend even the entire universe! He.... There are not many people who can master many languages, even the Prabu Kertanayam needs more inter-lingual poets!" seno said effectively too praised.

"What about Mister? Didn't you also once become a nautical warrior, surely you also understand foreign languages?!" tanya Radhit, replied by a silenced Seno.

"Ah, I'm not that great! Now I am only a fisherman with a slave caste," sadly said as Seno spoke, "My whole family was also driven out of the central area, too, the penalty of the release of clans and castes is more shameful than when the coronation or award was given earlier. I still remember that time was so despicable for us!" seno.

"Sorry, Sir. I don't mean to make you remember that" Radhit said.

"I am not Master, you should not call me that," Seno turned from before Radhit, towards the table of food arranged in various seafood. Apparently, it's not exactly right. Appetite peaked, wanting to eat more.

"Show me your palm!"

Said the bearded man, pitched Radhit. He said it, then the left palm was thrust. Then the bearded man began to pay attention to Radhit's palm. Very thorough and serious to the point that his big round eyeballs seemed to want to come out of his petals. He again smiled when he saw the tense look on Radhit's face.

"Giant Destruction...?!" disbelief and very misunderstood by Radhit will mean the bearded man who turned out to be divining Radhit hands.

"Giant does not mean to be in the form of a large high creature like Buto, but it can also be in the form of fear in yourself. Just as afraid as the fear of all the people in this country. Not even Gusti Prabu had the guts to fight him!"

"I don't understand what you mean, Mister" Radhit pulled his arm immediately, but didn't stop the man from continuing to speak. This time he glared at his forehead and dared to rub Radhit's hair to the limit of the crown, "You're looking for something you don't know yet, son!" old man with beard.

"Enough!" Radhit dodged the bearded man's reach.

"Hey, Kid! We know what you need!" exclaimed one of the other group who was approaching while carrying a small bundle and immediately pulled out the contents, "This can help you out of your problems!"

The tall, burly man wore a pair of shoes like a soldier's shoe, thrusting a sheet of a volume that was dull and old apparently, the outside was dark maybe from the skin so it looked thick and a little difficult to roll. Each sheet of contents slightly sticking out looks tangled and there is even some torn.

"What's that?" radhit asked more astonished when the man placed his offer closer to Radhit.

"The Exile of Muhaqina, the Book of Poisons and Drugs!" the man replied firmly and his voice was a bit heavy, "You're lucky enough to get one tonight, because we've got an inexpensive price for a kid your age!"

Radhit gasped for not being able to contain his surprise mingled with a stifled laugh but not a laugh that showed a sense of amused or funny, "Ah, what is that stuff?!" then he turned to the bearded man not far beside him, "You merchants, but I don't want to buy anything!"

Radhit moved and was about to leave them, but the bearded man hurriedly tightened Radhit's steps with the curious phrase, "Trust me! Something you don't want is actually what you need most! This is the oldest book of All Drugs and Poisons!"

The bearded man smirked towards Radhit turning back. Very clear his words, accompanied by a friend who is still carrying the object. They both approached Radhit.

"All Medicine?!" Radhit just realized those words.

"The most dangerous and incapable of being cured by other drugs, here the answer is!" sahut the man in the armor who carried the object called the Book of Medicine and Poison, again thrust it at Radhit. The boy was tempted for a moment to touch the book and then open it slowly.

"What is this? Also what language?" Radhit was wide-eyed as he opened the old sheets because of inedible age, containing characters he had never known, not written but sculpted. It was so finely sculpted that it felt a little like it had been carved by a thin pointed object.

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