The Swordsman of Bloon

25

The whip in his hand occasionally whipped in the air followed by the sound of screams in pain one of the many people who were shackled in chains. The body that was once young this mighty gradually only remains the skin of bone pads. They eat less, sleep less, lack of rest and lack everything. Throughout the day they had to work continuously digging a tunnel, sifting pieces of soil to obtain the pure gold seeds.

Not far from the forced laborers were more than nine strong-headed and fierce-looking men who kept watch over their work without any mercy at all. If the workers looked lazy, then the thorny whips in the hands of the executioners spoke. No wonder if every day there are workers who get hurt or die. Their bodies were usually thrown away without anyone among the workers daring to take care of them.

A lowland not far from the gold excavation site has been designated as a dumping ground. No wonder if in just a few years Ayu Earth has been filled with bones that accumulate and even begin to mount.

The smell in that place could not be described. This fact is certainly very disturbing the breathing of forced workers who are many imported from the area of Bumi Ayu and Cijulang.

But who's gonna care?

No one cares about their fate. If any of the forced laborers attempted to flee. None of them could save themselves. Those caught by the executioner were immediately killed. Even if there are survivors to the hometown. So in a very short time the executioners dragged them to accept the death penalty for the desperate escape.

Hot afternoon feels make the headstone sting. The forced laborers seemed to know no fatigue, continuing to carry out their duties. If among the workers there are lazy. So the executioners ruthlessly swung his whip.

In such an atmosphere, in the distance there was the sound of footsteps of horses. The rider was two men in all-black clothes with a tapered look. While the horse at the front was ridden by a man dressed in noble clothes. The longer these three horse mounts get closer to their destination.

The executioners were so aware of who had come directly to meet their presence with a respectful attitude. Not until the betel. The horsemen arrived at the Bumi Ayu gold excavation site. The three horse mounts stopped abruptly. Two of his riders jumped down, while the man dressed in noble clothes remained seated on the saddle of his horse. While looking at the executioners with an incomprehensible look.

"How did this one full moon work, Dasa Reksa?" ask the merchant Bergola to the chief executioner

"I'm sorry, sir. Gold grain revenues have declined somewhat. All this is due to the decreasing number of workers. According to the servant, we feel the need to increase the number of workers." said the sturdy man argued.

"Hm.... You shouldn't have talked to me about that. You can find additional manpower anywhere. You can go to Argopuro, Ciamis or the Morning Furnace" said merchant Bergola ketus.

"Ba... Signore. We did it well soon!" the chief executioner said.

"Good! You must always serve me!" grunts of merchant Bergola Mungkur. Seraya then turned towards Giwang Rana and Bajar Saketi. The two right hands were taking gold from the forced laborers. There was a sinister smile decorating on the lips of the man. Not long after he immediately examined the gold inside the parcel handed over by his two right hands.

"The results of this month seem to be somewhat reduced a lot, Dasa Reksa. I'm warning you not to play me. If it turns out you're hiding some of these search results. All my life you and your friends will truly make me regret it!"

Apparently the threat of merchant Bergola Mungkur is not just an empty threat. Because it turns out Dasa Reksa the head executioner looks very scared.

"I might dare to play a game with you. I've been trying to be honest with you all along. Just because lately the workers here many who kojor met death. That's why the power in the field becomes greatly reduced once."

"I believe your words, Dasa Reksa. For that I order you to immediately find additional energy. The upcoming full moon the results you get should increase even more!"

"Our immediate order, sir." said Dasa Reksa. Merchant Bergola Mungkur did not reply at all. Even after gesturing to Giwang Rana and Banjar Saketi they drove the horses towards the Cileles area.

****

"Uhukkis...! Uhuuuukk..! Wuaakh.I think the long black thing hanging is a beehive. No.no…!" This handsome young man in light blue clothes wearing a yellow striped blue headband stopped his speech. His stomach was nauseous as if he was about to vomit. And then unbearable again.

"Hoeek... hoeek...! Right, vomiting right..!” hisses. Then he grinned and scratched the back of his head. Once again he noticed the bodies hanging by the roadside to a small Malayan town. The bodies were on average head facing down, feet tied to tree branches. Thousands of flies seemed to swarm. Some of them have rotted away. But not infrequently some are still intact. This handsome young man who was none other than the Blo'on Swordsman watched the corpses with a frown.

"See there's death everywhere. Who're they? Seeing the wounds on his body it felt like they were slashed with a very sharp weapon. Could these be people from the jungle? It's...!" Suro Blondo rubbed his sweaty forehead. He saw a short sword lying under one of the hanging corpses.. Yet he had absolutely no, no courage to pick it up.

"It's a very heinous job.... Whoever did it. Whoever it is. Must be a cold-blooded killer."

"Hhh...!"

By relying on the science of running fast Lightning Shadow that has reached perfect. Move Suro Blondo at a very difficult speed followed by the naked eye.

Not until as small as a betel, the young man arrived on a hilly plain. This handsome young man with an appearance*** is not directly approaching an old man bare-chested and full-haired. Instead of hiding in a rather sheltered place. While holding his breath he continued to watch the bare-chested man who was making carved statues made of rock.

Surprisingly, this man only uses his fingernails to form certain parts of the body of the statue. Suro Blondo let out his tongue and rubbed his forehead. A few times he sounded amazed from the young man's mouth.

"Guys.. Dipper! if only he did not have the deep knowledge and energy that had reached the perfect level. Not later he was able to scratch the rock with the tip of his fingers." murmured Suro Blondo. His eyes widened even more after seeing how good the statue he made was.

"Look at his reot body like a house about to collapse. It is impossible for him to be able to do work that requires perseverance and energy in the high. And the result of the sculpture was also very good. He must be a very famous sculptor. But what is a statue that good for? How to take him anyway? That statue you want to sell?" said Blo'on Swordsman again. Then he scratched the back of his head that was not itchy. Blo'on swordsman with an endless sense of amazement continued to pay attention to the sculptor who seemed busy finishing the face of the statue that only just stay smooth it. Under such circumstances, suddenly Suro, Blondo heard the grandfather of the sculptor speak. But his voice was like someone singing. The young man put up his ears and bracelets.

Life eighty years!

Old bodies are eaten day and time. Waiting for the only child to come,

demand science take intelligence.

The long awaited short life of breath. The old man was broken by despair.

Life is waiting for a replacement.

Waiting for no one to come,

Old bastard ain't a match!

Suro Blondo. The old grandfather had just said words that he did not understand at all. An only child? Who is it meant to be? Did the sculptor's grandfather have children?Or is he just a sculptor with an insane brain?

The astonishment in the heart of this young blue-clothed youth had not yet vanished when from the north came the sound of the swift footsteps of the horse heading towards the sculptor.

The old man was indifferent, he continued his work. And now he began to polish the body of the stone statue with a kind of dark brown dye.

The rider of the chariot was getting closer and closer towards him. Because the road is narrow. So when the three cavalrymen arrived in front of the grandfather. Then the three horse passengers instantly slowed down their horses. One of the men in front of him dressed in noble clothes almost snapped, but as soon as he saw the statue that was being colored by the grandfather immediately put out a mouth and swallowed.

The look on his face that always held greed seemed to turn red. The statue's face looks handsome. His muscles bulge, his chest field. The protruding part of his stomach looked tense and was quite large in size. In the heart of this noble-clothed horseman wondered, whose statue was this old geezer making?

"The road here is so wide. If you want to pass, go ahead!" the grandfather said without turning away.

The male bodyguard dressed in noble clothes almost snapped in a huff if only the man in front of him did not quickly signal that the right-handed double bodyguard was silent.

"Old man, who are you?" ask the merchant Bergola Mungkur without ever turning his attention to the statue that was being colored by the grandfather. The sculptor did not answer, nor did he even look. But the merchant Bergola Mungkur still tried to be patient, even though in his heart he berated makki.

How not?

He was a very disgraced person in the city of Malaya because of his wealth and his great influence on the rulers of Pariangan. If only a sculptor would not answer his question, act deaf like a babu. Of course he is a very special person or at least has very high skills.