The Thousand Mask Warrior

Offers

Karawek really hit duren. He gives not only the body, but the soul. Serving Arthit the mighty was his dream all along. His feelings are clearly visible to the point that people know.

Just like Praew said, Arthit did not have to try desperately to get the village girl. However, the satisfaction of achieving his victory is very important.

One night, Karavek wrestled with the hero without pause, without stopping, until the morning.

That was when the door of Arthit and Karawek's room that lay weak but wrapped in a sense of unspeakable satisfaction was knocked.

"Rubborn*at! Who would dare interrupt my break? I was enjoying my gifts and hard work and was still being disturbed in such a way" Arthit murmured furiously.

The knock on the door of his room was still back beeping, constantly even.

Arthit was so upset, but still he got up from the bed, grabbed a piece of cloth to cover his lower body, then walked towards the door.

There were three men in uniform like soldiers. Their fashion is black-black but with gold thread decoration so it looks magnificent. The person at the very back looked even more luxurious.

The three grasped a daab that was still sheathed.

"You're Arthit, aren't you? If so, there's something we'll talk to you about" said one of the front two.

Arthit chuckled while scratching his chin. He realized that he had not shaved the hair on his face for several days.

"Tell your master, Khun Wanchay Na Ayutthaya that I am not interested in any of his offers. Not only him, the Ayutthaya kingdom begged me not to be frustrated," said Arthit when he understood well which group came to him.

"You don't want to hear first what we mean by this coming and even act disrespectful like that?" ask the same person.

"Whatever it is, I'm not interested. Or do you want to make me king? If it is, maybe I will" Arthit replied.

The other colleague of the man who asked earlier is now finally joining in. "At least you listen, Arthit," he said.

"Would you make me king?" reply Arthit repeated his question in an earnest fashion.

Now, after meeting directly with the person who is the source of the story, be aware of what people fuss about. The two men of Khun Wanchay Na Ayutthaya still resisted the wrath. They lost the word. Before they grew less and less intense withstanding the anger, the more luxurious-dressed men advanced. "Ah, brother, Arthit. Let's hear for a moment about the news we want to convey. It is not wrong that you hate things related to the official ruler and his minions like us. But we're both looking for something in this life, aren't we?" abugn.

Arthit was still silent, indifferent, looking up at the ceiling of the building and scratching his chin.

"Is there an offer to make me king?" arthit said then rephrased the question by adding his infuriating level.

"Yes. Is correct. A king, Arthit," muttered the man by saying it closer to Arthit's face.

Arthit. "What do you mean?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, the real king. That's also if you feel you deserve to be a king" the man replied in a contrived style that provoked the interest of his interlocutor.

"Here you go, just tell me what you mean. Don't act!" snapped Arthit.

"Well, we told you to hear a little bit of the news we wanted to convey, didn't we? There is nothing to lose, my brother, Arthit," said the man, increasingly provoking the curiosity of the swordsman.

Arthit looked sharply at the other person, then sighed. "All right, I admit I lost. I wonder what your offers are. Please mention the news. But, for the sake of the Buddha, if the things you say do not matter in the heart, I will beat you right now. Especially since it has disrupted my rest" Arthit said.

The two young men who had previously spoken to Arthit were basically undaunted by the threat of the fighter figure. Even due to their annoyance, they were eager to clash fists and attacks. But, the ignorance of Arthit's true abilities and the task they had to take on, the two again held back the anger.

Meanwhile, the third man, looks to have authority and may also be the leader of both. He looks smart and wise greeting to deal with this problem.

"How about I tell you that Khun Wanchay Na Ayutthaya asked you to face a famous swordsman from the island of Java called the Thousand Mask Swordsman?" said the man in the fancy dress.

"Baji*ngan! You're making fun of me, aren't you? The warrior is in the archipelago. You want me to go far away from here to face him, fight him for no apparent reason?" snapped Arthit again.

"Ah, no, no, brother. The warrior is already at the gate of our country. He has entered the territory of the Siamese people, Ayutthaya. Your favorite fight seems to make you less news, Arthit."

Arthit looked at his interlocutor solemnly. His heart beat so fast with a burning fighting spirit and lust.