The Chronicle the Fenix Clan

Shulam the Redhead.

“Byurr...!!” a bucket of cold water spilled and soaked the body of little Lei. Instantly he gasped, aware of the sleep he felt was very long. Her, she had forgotten completely what her dream was. He forgot what happened yesterday. What is in his memory is that he was told Uncle Baojia to buy a correction, meaning he owed meat on Aunt Marrim's lap. Meat???

   In the wet, the boy panicked. He forgot where the meat he bought yesterday. While Uncle Baojia's gaze was so fierce, full of questions.

"For the sake of the saints...What are you doing Uncle Baojia???"

“Where were you last night?? Then where's your groceries, meat yesterday??? Because of you, the noodle shop is not open all day.. Oh I'm a big loss” Uncle Baojia grunts.

“A-a-aku..”

“You drunk?? Oh look.. This little boy has tried to taste hard drink like an adult. You drunk...!! Your fate will end at the edge of the road later” Uncle Baojia swore like a pig to be slaughtered.

“I don't know!!” scream the boy. He really doesn't know what's going on.

“Which I know, I fell asleep in the courtyard of this house, then you doused me with cold water. Oh behold, you are an old man, utterly devoid of humanity and merciful to this skinny little boy. Even you doused me with cold water..”.

   The boy is very sharp-tongued. He easily turned to blame Uncle Baojia for committing acts of violence against small children, making parents now feel guilty. When Uncle Baojia was seen stuttering and could not answer Lei's accusations, the boy slipped into the house followed by Uncle Baojia's furious gaze.

“Clean yourself then you help in the kitchen. Today we only sell Liang Mian (cold vegetable noodles) only. Meat has vanished, someone has eliminated it” Uncle Baojia's word. He then stopped his tirade.

ZhongLei has returned. He feels relieved. To be honest, he was very anxious when the boy did not come home last night.

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   ZhongLei worked in the kitchen slicing mustard vegetables and arranging noodles processed by Uncle Baojia himself. The task of processing noodles is Uncle Baojia's job. He did not ask ZhongLei to observe the process of making the foodstuff.

“Resep secret” thus snapped Uncle Baojia with a ketus, every time the boy tried to steal to know how the food making process.

"it's about time you learned this family's noodle processing technique".

“Teng...teng...teng..

   The village gong rang three times. Usually if the gong sounds three times like this, it is a sign that all villagers must stop their activities and gather in the village square. It is mandatory for all ages, both men, women and children. All, without exception.

“Something has happened. lest it be related to the sound of the explosion overnight” whispered Uncle Baojia slowly. It had long been true that he had heard the gong in the ketok three times. There were twenty or so years in the past, when the gong rang three times, when a great war took place. The North destroyed much of the Han housing.

“Lei small... let's go to the square. Don't you stay away from me. I don't want anything to happen to you. I suspect something important is going on, until they ask all the villagers to gather in plaza”

   Uncle Baojia walked with Little Lei in a hurry. Shortly after they arrived at the fork in the road leading to the square, their entourage grew. The longer it gets. The group were the village people who were flocking towards the plaza.

   On the large field appeared a man of the Imperial military standing on the podium. The man had beautiful silvery hair. His eyes were as bright blue as white sandy sea water. He was a Military Captain-who last night appeared in the Forest of Tamaram when the Phoenicians fought it. People call him Captain Kostya which means stoic or rigid.

“Kaum hair silver” villagers whisper to each other.

   The villagers of Meihua are residents of Shulam Continent Middle Territory. They were the average descendant of a race called the Han people. The silver-haired are the Bellvanya of the north. They had a tall slender posture, silver colored hair like stars at night. Their eyes were as blue as the sea or as bright as the sky. On average they are beautiful people.

   Emperor Czaren the ruler of Shulam Continent is the Bellvanya. The Han people themselves were not particularly fond of silver hair. The colonization of the silver-haired made the freedom of the Han shackled.

That's why there are revolts everywhere as a reaction to the unhappiness. But the Emperor was so clever. He organized his own Han army that would fight against Han rebels.

   This mutual slaughter among fellow Han people has been going on for decades. This caused many of them to blame and hate the emperor. But who would dare to fight the emperor?? He is a powerful and powerful Warlock wizard. The highest ranking magician in the Shulam Continent was the Warlock. And that was the emperor himself was a Warlock rank magician and was known as the Sovereign.

“Have all the residents of Meihua Village gathered???” captain Kostya's voice sounded.

   Meanwhile all his military members - they were made up of eleven members of that military in a standby position, sitting steadily on horseback.

Each of them held a sinister black colored spear. The villagers glanced at the weapon with a deep sense of shudder. The spears were like they had a dark, bloodthirsty aura.It was clear that many lives had been lost at the tip of the spear.

The Meihua village people glanced on and grew even more resentment. The eleven military were Han. But the eleven soldiers put an iron face on the other Han people. Grunts of dissatisfied tone spread out from the group of villagers.

“Listen to all the people of Meihua” Village.

“The imperial side feels important in this matter, so gather everyone and we will do a scan on each of you. There had been a rebellion where last night the rebels had taken away a treasure belonging to Emperor”

“Therefore ... all who live within 100 kilometers of the Forest of Emaram, must gather and be done scanning or honesty test.” silver hair.

   People stared at the Silver-Haired Captain with reluctant looks. Disgruntled face without reluctance on display all citizens. Captain Kostya did not care about those dissatisfied faces. Denag firmly he continued his speech…

“Therefore, we proudly bring a Shulam who is able to read someone's lies and honesty. Miss Olga Fedorov, a very powerful Shulam who visited for the task of scanning the minds of Meihua” Villagers.

All speechless......

   A woman with red hair, because red people will think the fire is burning on her head appear. The face of a 29-year-old woman is very beautiful typical of women from the north. But the cold impression that Olga Fedorov had, walked confidently and ignored the astonished gazes of all residents. He walked down from the steps of the stairs towards the field where everyone gathered. All were amazed.the woman walked like she was floating on the ground.

   He was stepping gracefully and impressively dashing in a red Nomrog robe in line with his hair. A hissing sound was heard from the middle of the field. Just this time the Meihua villager saw firsthand the appearance of a Shulam.

   ZhongLei stared at Olga Fedorov. Nomrogh's robe, the kerling of those eyes and all of Olga's looks dazzled him…. “I will be part of the Shulam” people ZhongLei whispered

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