The Desolate Wind Swordsman

The Burning of Nehan's House

"Heh, just die, you! Quick, burn this house down!" the middle-aged man commanded his subordinates who were two swordsmen. "Make sure he burns to ashes!"

The man left the house holding a book containing a prescription for medicine. That he managed to get when his men checked around and there was only one book on the table.

"This must be the work of Sekar. He also picked up and put down any of the books" Nehan said with a serious look on his face. This time he hates Sekar who has left his home with a big problem.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. We have to make you like this. You know, he was a royal relative. So it is impossible for us to fight. It's a little knife, maybe you'll be lucky to save yourself before the fire starts all over."

Nehan saw a man so unbearable to her. He clucked, giggled softly and looked softly at the swordsman in front of him. Although a great swordsman, it would definitely not be able to guarantee the safety of his life. Because of such a high title, the lowly man becomes only a servant. Although as good as that. If it goes against his kingdom, not just himself, the family will be involved in it.

"Well .. I gave you the knife. And about your life and death, depends on your luck. May God help you," concluded the man. Then he came out of Nehan's house.

There were two people spreading kerosene around the house. And the other one was busy to carry the remaining items. Their master was watching over his two men.

"Come, hurry! You dodge! Let me burn it all!" said the man and instantly he let out a small fire in his hand. "Hehehe, unexpectedly, I can practice making fire in my hands. Although this is still small, at least with the help of the oil, we can make the fire grow!"

After throwing the fire, Nehan's house began to burn. The man laughed happily alone. While both of his subordinates were just shaking their heads. Unexpectedly, his master was so ruthless just because Nehan was unable to hand over the medicine according to the agreement.

"Hehh, that mad healer must have sold to someone else. This can't let people get any bigger! Just because you want a high price, you dare to betray, Nehan!" reveal the man by smiling.

They left the place with horses transporting medicine. The man proudly rode on a horse that stood firm. He believed that he had lost the life of one great physician. He also believed, in other days, he would find another healer who was commensurate with Nehan's ability to make medicine.

Before the fire burned down his entire house, Nehan had already released the rope that bound his growth. He could not run from that place because his stomach was still sore. The rest of the stabbing by Sekar yesterday. He walked to find a thick cloth and took it to a water bath. Not far from the kitchen.

"Heh, you think it's easy to kill me, huhhhh .. uhhukk!" Nehan coughed softly. Then he put on a thick cloth soaked in water in a water barrel. He walked to the room where the woman was dying.

The woman felt hot because of the fire that spread around her. With his pain and holding his stomach, Nehan approached the woman. He hugged the woman and lifted her up. The doctor tried to take her to a safe place.

"I can't give you maximum care, uhuk! But I'm gonna get you out of this fire!" nehan said with a hoarse voice. "If there were a miracle, I wish there was rain or a great wind that would put this fire out."

"It's a miracle! You turned out to be a swordsman? Alright .. we can't waste a chance. I'll take you somewhere safe!" Nehan then lifted up the unmoving woman. He carried it until it made the wound bleed again.

Nehan broke through the window in the room. With a large beam, he congk wall made of wood. That way, he can get out even though his stomach is getting drenched in blood. Plus by holding the woman. With great difficulty, the healer was able to get out of the house that was starting to burn. He was behind the house and watched the fire engulf his house. It quickly turned to ashes.

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Sekar decided to return to Nehan's house because he could not bear to see the sick man. As a true warrior, he must return to help those in need. But on the way to Nehan's house, he listened to a man who looked very happy. Riding on a horse and behind were two men who appeared to be great warriors.

"Haha! Finally the mad healer is dead on fire! This is a warning to anyone who is against me, hahaha!" The man was very happy and drank the water from the jug with satisfaction.

I heard from behind the tree. He looked at Nehan's house. And there was smoke coming from that direction. There was only Nehan's house alone. There are no residents around. So if there's a fire, the woman thinks it's just Nehan's house. He jumped up to see more clearly.

"Hey, who is that? The robbery? Nah! You face that guy!" the man who was on the horse commanded the two men below.

From the branches of the tree, Sekar could see Nehan's house burning. Seeing that, he immediately shot up. But before going any further, he was confronted by a warrior who was without a weapon. He prevented Sekar who was suspected by the robber.

"Hey, what do I do with you? I just want to pass! Oh, you must be the mastermind of the house burning, right?" he swore and shook his sword. He launched an attack on the swordsman who did not use the weapon.

Without replying to Sekar, the man avoided the sword of Sekar. He could even hit the woman on his back. After that, the man pulled Sekar down. He caught the woman easily.

"Master, this is just a young swordsman passing by! Shall we kill him?" ask the man's swordsman. He also felt sorry to see Sekar. Moreover, Sekar is a young and beautiful woman.

"Just a second! Hemm ... This woman is so sweet. How about you just be my concubine, pretty? Rather than being a swordsman, it will hurt you, hemm," murmured the man did not know himself. He got off the horse and approached Sekar. "You remove your filthy hands from this smooth body" he said, commanding the warrior who had become his men.

The man released Sekar which made the female warrior take advantage of the opportunity to dart away. Making the man cuss annoyed, also hitting his subordinates who had let Sekar escape.

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