The Demon General Is A Man
Fellow
CHAPTER 3: PARTNER
Morgan questioned in his heart, "How could Grandma Silva have such a precious Lumina coin? Is he actually a rich man, so able to help me every day? " In the confusion, various speculations flashed through his mind, and questions kept coming up. However, he tries hard to stay positive, resist getting entangled by doubts and try to see the good side of the situation.
After hearing a long enough explanation, the man walked to the back, retrieving a worn and dusty crate from the shelf. He also took out a small key to open the locked crate. With great difficulty, he tried to open the chest, but the key used was rusted so that it could not open.
“ Sir, if you may know. Whatis yourname? ” ask Morgan, curious.
The man looked at Morgan with a stiff expression for a moment before replying in a loud tone, “ Hah?!! My name? Just call me Duma. ”
Morgan smiled and laughed softly, “ Oh, Mr. Duma. All right, I'll remember that name. ”
The duma glanced at him for a while before again trying to open the chest.
After a few attempts, a voice finally sounded
" plek! "
which indicates the key successfully opened.
The Duma opened the chest, and there was a small pouch tied tightly with a rope. He took the bag and gave it to Morgan. However, just as Morgan was about to receive the pouch, suddenly the Duma pulled back the pouch quickly while holding Morgan's collar.
The Duma's sharp gaze left Morgan speechless, terrified at what consequences it would have if he fought it off.
With bulging eyes, Duma shouted quite loudly, “ Come here at midnight. However, if you don't come... ”
With a terrifying expression, Duma threatened, “ YOU WILL TRULY DIE!!! ”
“ You understand, don't you? “ continue Duma while smiling widely.
Morgan could only nod in understanding, not daring to say a word as a single foolish act of his life could have floated. The Duma removed the grip on his collar and told Morgan to leave immediately. Morgan left the place feeling unsettled, he was very sure that the Duma was not joking.
After exiting the cave, Morgan headed straight for the home of Silva's grandmother, a grandmother who often helped him in trouble. When he reached the front of Silva's grandmother's house, Morgan saw the grandmother drawing something on paper.
Morgan approached Silva's grandmother while asking, “Nek, I've got what you need.”
Grandma Silva turned her head and replied, “Just put it on the table, I'm still busy.”
Morgan looked at the picture on the paper, a strange symbol he could not understand. He wanted to ask about the picture, but was afraid to disturb him. So, he decided to say goodbye and went straight home.
At that time, it was still day, and it was time for Morgan to work on finding grass and cleaning up the dirt in the landfill. His job was not an easy job, as he had to find enough grass to fill a cart as animal feed. In addition, he must also clean the dirt in the area that is disgusting and smells bad. The salary received was only 10 bronze coins, a very small amount even for commoners. Unfortunately, only Morgan was given an inappropriate wage because he was the person with the lowest status.
After finishing all his work, Morgan immediately bathed in the river. Using some herbal plants as a substitute for soap, so that his body now does not smell. This is the daily routine that Morgan lived during the day, which was full of heavy work but still well done.
** I have to be stronger **
However, when he was about to close his eyes, he remembered the promise to meet the Duma. In a hurry, Morgan got up from his bed and took out a dagger to keep in his pocket. He went to the hidden cave. Following the steps that had been taken earlier, it entered the cave covered by the flag, through the three branches of the cave, and pulled a lever to open the fourth branch. The candlelight illuminated his path until he reached the door decorated by bones.
With a thumping heart, Morgan opened the door. A small bell rang, adding to the tension he felt. Slowly, he stepped forward, his right hand ready with a small dagger stored in his pouch. Each step is taken with vigilance, anticipating possible dangers. However, when he arrived before the Duma, what was seen was the Duma sitting casually at the guest table with two glasses of wine.
Morgan was surprised by the situation, feeling his caution was too much. The Duma arranged a chair beside him and told Morgan to sit down.
“ Hey, come here. Do not just stay there “ said Duma.
Morgan immediately walked towards the chair, he sat right beside it. Looks relaxed atmosphere, there are also snacks and drinks provided at the table.
Duma drank a glass of wine and said, “ If you are too serious about something that is not yet clear, remember that uncertainty is part of your life journey. ”
Morgan was curious and asked, “ What does Mr Duma mean by that? ”
With a sharp look, Duma flicked his glass to the table and replied, “ I knew before you came here, your mind had already made you a cold-blooded, merciless killer. The dagger is hidden in your pocket, and you remain alert as if an enemy is ready to attack you. But the real enemy is yourself... ”
Morgan just looked at him and suspected that the Duma might be drunk, so he could say that.
Duma took his glass, poured wine into it, and continued, “ Morgan, tell me something that could help defeat that corrupt hero. ”
“ If against one witch use only anti-magic, if against two witches use anti-magic layered, use anti-magic, and if you want to fight three powerful witches use super anti-magic “ Morgan replied as he looked at the wine bubble rising to the surface inside his glass.
The Duma was shocked by what Morgan said. He held Morgan's shoulder and seriously asked, “ Where do you know that line from? ”
Morgan replied stammeredly, “ Me... I learned it before being exiled to Kai village. ”
In a soft voice, the Duma replied, “ Morgan, have you ever studied magic? Or how do you know that line? That line was contained within the pages of the magic book that was kept in secret by the Kingdom. ”
Morgan replied, “ A.. I only know a little, yet I do not have any magic energy “ . In fact, before rebelling, Morgan had studied all the magic books he had ever found in the forest, ranging from the simplest to the highest. The level of memorization that Morgan possessed was different from that of an ordinary human, he had the ability to recall everything he saw briefly. After reading all the books, Morgan burned the stack to keep his secret from anyone.
With a smile and firm words, the Duma offered Morgan something, “ Morgan, I have an interesting offer for you. What if you help me defeat that hero, and in return, I'll help you learn magic even if you don't have magic power. ”
Morgan was shocked to hear the offer. He thought that the offer greatly helped him in defeating the Kingdom that had already made him miserable, and the advantage in having magic would be very useful in his future.
after thinking for a moment, Morgan replied, “ I will consider. However, I really don't have any magic, from which I know one can learn magic due to heredity or having any source of mana. I am neither a witch nor have any source. However, if Mr. Duma can help me, then I am willing to help you. ”
The Duma smiled satisfiedly at Morgan's reply. He gladly agreed to Morgan's request, and they shook hands as a sign of having agreed to cooperate. After that moment, the Duma enthusiastically invited Morgan to celebrate their deal by drinking together. In high spirits, they continued the conversation throughout the night, while enjoying various types of drinks and appetizing dishes.
