However, this lackey could not stand there long, because the fat man had signaled with a wink. He rushed back into the door of the tavern to clean the guest table. When passing behind the dashing young man, suddenly, whether intentionally or not, the dashing young man in blue turned his body. The result was really unexpected, because all of a sudden the lackey let out a startled cry, and... Bruh! He fell down and kissed the ground.
"You... you... what's wrong, lackey? Why are you walking blind?" snapped the fat man as he jumped towards the young maid.
"I... ah, my foot tripped over a rock...!" said the lackey, grinning in pain holding his chest which was slammed into the ground first. Afraid of being scolded again, he quickly got up and hunched over into the tavern.
"Oh... forgive my lackey's stupidity, Gusti Anom..." said the fat man while jutting in front of his guest. While the guest just smiled wryly. But his heart was a little irritated because the sprinkling of muddy soil had soiled his clothes.
"Never mind! Never mind! Hm, is he the new lackey?" said the dashing young man, snapping his fingers, removing the dirt that had stuck to his clothes.
"That's right, Gusti Anom! He's only been working here for two days. The old maid is sick...!" said the fat man.
Several guests who were eating at the same time poked their heads from inside the tavern. Even though their hearts were amused, they didn't dare to laugh at the sight of the dashing young man's dirty clothes splashed with muddy soil. When the dashing young man stepped in, none of those in the tavern room dared to raise their heads to look at the man.
The young lackey hunched over leaving the table which had just been cleaned and replaced with a new tablecloth.
When he arrived in the kitchen, he was finally scolded by the fat man who scolded him in whispers with bulging eyes and a beet red face.
"Stupid! You walk carelessly. Luckily you have good luck, even though Gusti Anom SURABANGA didn't give you a punishment, but you have embarrassed me! Hey! Your clothes are dirty! Hurry up and change your clothes. Let me serve the food myself... !" snapped this fat man with a hiss. Without saying anything the lackey rushed backwards....
"Once again I hope Gusti Anom will forgive my lackey..." said the fat man, leaning forward in front of the dashing young man who was still standing near his desk. "Oh yes! Si please sit down, Gusti
Anom! I'm sorry. I told my new maid to change clothes. Let me serve Gusti Anom. Oh, uh... What drink or food would you like to order, Gusti Anom? ?"
"Just give me water. And order your lackey to face me!" said this dashing young man.
"Okay... Gusti Anom!" replied the fat man in a stiff manner. His face seemed to change slightly. "Woe to you you stupid lackey" he said da-
lam heart. But just as he turned his body to walk away, suddenly there was a crashing sound.
What a surprise this fat man saw when the bench the young man sat on suddenly broke apart, and what was even more surprised was that the handsome young man who was his guest had fallen backwards. The surprise hasn't gone away when suddenly the guest table is tilted to the left.... And Brakkk! The table was shattered. The pieces of his legs had been removed.
Of course the handsome young man's face immediately turned bright red. One kick he had jumped to his feet, and... suddenly his arms stretched out to grip the neck of the fat man's shirt.
"Bastard! You idiot! You want to make fun of me?" snapped this young man.
"Forgive me, Gusti Anom... never mind, Gusti Anom! But..."
PLAQUE!
One hard slap had made this fat man groan in pain and fall to the floor. Seeing this, the diners who were eating were shocked. They were equally astonished why the legs of chairs and tables could come apart like that?
"Quickly call your lackeys!" snapped this young man with his neck veins bulging with incredible anger. Meanwhile the pariah visitors quietly left the side door of the tavern. They knew that this dashing young man was the son of Adipati KAYOMAN whose name was Raden Anom Sura Banga. This dashing young man had just returned from the southeast after studying there for more than four years, and had only been in the City of Kings for a few weeks. The tavern in the corner of town was his stopover. Presumably he already knew the owner of the tavern named GOMBLOH well.
Without having to be yelled at a second time, the fat man crawled away holding his red, puffy cheeks. Arriving behind a maid the cook ran out. Almost collided with this fat man.
"What's wrong, skipper? Kunaon eta pipi meuni barium edge of that leg?" "What's wrong, skipper? What's wrong with that cheek so swollen?"
"Shut up! Hurry up and find that stupid snail! Hurry up...!" Gombloh snapped, his eyes bulging and his mouth grimacing in pain.
"Where to find it, bro?" This maid from Majalengka actually panicked and was afraid of being yelled at in such a way.
"Where, where... in his room, you idiot, you idiot! He was ordered to face Gusti Anom SURA Banga!" Gomblo shouted.
"You… forgot the room again, bro? What... in the former maid's room?" asked this maid woman confusedly while holding back her steps. Meanwhile, both of his arms lifted the cloth without feeling too high, so that the skin of his thighs was visible.
"Enough! Enough! Go there you go to the back!" snapped the fat man angrily. Half-running he headed for the lackey's room which was next to the stomach contents shelter.
BRAK!
The bedroom door was kicked open. But the room is empty. The lackey was not inside. And the bedroom window seemed to burst open. Gombloh's eyes bulged big looking at the table. There appears to be a scratch on the table board which reads:
"UNCLE GOMBLOH, THANK YOU FOR YOUR WILLING TO GIVE ME A HOME TO EAT AND STAY FOR TWO DAYS. I ASK YOU TO STOP!"
After reading, Gombloh's arm touched the board of the table, which showed traces of hand strokes. Cold sweat suddenly condensed on his neck. Weird strokes, and seem unreasonable. Because the table board looks like it's charred on every stroke.
"Stupid! Is he not human? Huh! Could he be someone with high intelligence in disguise. Woe! I have punished him to work at my shop for one week, because he can't afford the food he has eaten..." hiss Gombloh with eyes widened. Instantly his body shivered as if attacked by fever. And ... at that moment he burst out of the room.
However, he found that the handsome young man, the son of Adipati Kayoman, had already left. He could still hear the sound of hooves hoofs. When he was hunting outside, this fat man could see the back of Raden SURA Banga on the back of a black horse galloping fast to the east.
"Walah, walah... it's a big shame for me today. This matter will surely have a long tail. Because I will definitely be accused of harboring a rioter who has brought great shame to the son of Adipati Kayoman! But... I will be frank, that I am right - really don't know anything about that young man…” said Gombloh to himself. Then turn around to clean up the messy shop room.
STOP…! A thunderous crash tore through the air. And the figure of a dashing man dressed all in blue floated from the black horse he was riding. In an instant he had straightened up before the young man in a long white shirt who in one arm carried a patched cloth bundle.
The longish, chubby boy, the shop owner named Gombloh, stood calmly looking at the dashing young man in front of him. You can see that his oversized shirt on the chest still looks dirty from the marks he had fallen on the muddy ground.
"You son of a bitch! You have to accept the consequences for what you did to embarrass me!" Raden Sura Banga snapped.
"Why? what did I do wrong?" asked this young man while scratching his neck.
"What's wrong with you? Hm, I need to tell you again. Tell me who you really are. You'll regret what you did! You thought it was that easy to get away?!" snapped this young man as he took two steps forward. His arms clenched.
However, with a calm demeanor, the lackey youth answered while laughing.
"Haha... if I fell because I tripped over a rock it wouldn't be weird. But if it didn't rain or wind someone fell backwards, that's what's funny! Haha...haha..."
Instantly, Raden Sura Banga's face turned red like a boiled crab. And in that instant his arm sent a fist that rushed towards the longish youth's chest. This deep punch was not like the time he slapped the Gombloh fat man on the cheek. Because this punch can crush bones and destroy the contents of the chest of the person who was hit.
However, when his fist hit the lackey youth's chest, suddenly the dashing young man screamed in pain. His body staggered back a few steps, his face grinning with pain. Raden Sura Banga's face turned pale instantly because he was shocked. He felt his arm hit a hot iron. There was even an extremely strong force pushing his body to stagger back a few steps.
“Heh!? Tell me who are you?” this young man gasped with a gasp, and his face still grinned in pain. Didn't feel his legs back receding back a step.
"My name is NANJAR! Don't worry, I have nothing to do with the humans who rioted in the Duchy as I heard from the three hot-tempered humans who visited Pak Gombloh's tavern!" replied this young man who was none other than the God of Daze. Finished saying, Nanjar immediately turned around and walked away without looking back.
Raden Sura Banga stared with gleaming eyes at the lackey youth. He was secretly curious. The demeanor of the dingy young man seemed not to look at him. Even though the dingy young man said that he was not someone who had anything to do with the riots in the Duchy, a feeling of heat still crept into his heart. He had just come down from the mountain after learning martial arts. Even then, he was summoned by his father, Adipati Kayoman, to come to Kota Raja regarding the incidents and riots in several places in Kota Raja, including the Duchy building. First, two guard soldiers died without knowing who killed them. And the second is the disappearance of her mother's jewelry in a cupboard in a tightly locked room, without knowing who stole it.
Of course his appearance in King's City territory was to track down the mob and arrest him.
GOMBLOH is a former cook in the duchy, who has quit his job and opened a tavern in his village. Of course Raden Sura Banga knew him, because the man had opened a tavern before he left to study four years ago.
During two weeks in the Kota Raja area, Raden Sura Banga had visited the Gombloh tavern three times. Besides that, Gombloh was also ordered to secretly monitor the visitors to the tavern, in case there were any signs or news about who was causing trouble in the Duchy building. "WAIT...!"
This dashing young man, the son of the Duke of Kayoman, flashed and jumped after the long, shabby-looking young man.
"What do you mean hold me, buddy?" Nanjar asked while holding his step. His eyes met Raden Sura Banga's gaze, who stared intently.
"Did you already know who I am?" said this young man.
Nanjar nodded with a smile. "Yes, I know, you are the son of Duke Kayoman, your name is Sura Banga!" said Nanjar.
"Good! You said earlier that you had no involvement with the rioters in the Duchy! How can I prove it?" Raden Sura Banga was looking for excuses. "Hm, can you prove that I was indeed the one who caused the riot, or that I had a relationship with the person who caused the riot?" back asked the God
dazed.
For a moment this young man could not answer. But immediately said.
"You have great internal energy, Nanjar's friend! I don't suspect you, but I can ask, why did you hide at Pak Gombloh's shop, and pretend to be a lackey?”
"Good question!" replied the Daze God.
"Coincidentally two days ago my stomach was hungry, and I stopped at the fat uncle's shop. Because I had no money to pay for food, I had to be his lackey for one week. Because I felt guilty, I didn't refuse, besides I felt sorry for him because His lackey who used to help is sick...!" said Nanjar telling the truth. Raden Sura Banga smiled nodding.
"Fine! I believe in your story. Then who were the three hotheaded men who brought news of the riots in the Duchy?" asked Sura Banga.
"Hm, looks like you wanted to get as clear as possible in your efforts to track down the rioter. Why don't you ask fat uncle Gombloh? Isn't he your man?" Nanjar said.
"That's right! I did assign him to keep an eye on every visitor to his tavern for that purpose. If you can give me an explanation, I won't have to ask the fat tavern owner anymore!" said this young man.
"Those three hotheads call themselves the Three Tigers of the South!" said Nanjar who, while serving guests, was indeed listening to the conversation of the shop visitors.
"Good! Those are the people father called to track down the mob! Did you see where they were headed, or do you know where they were going?" asked Sura Banga.
"It's a shame I didn't really pay attention to where they were going, and I just happened to be passing through this territory. I don't know the business of all the unrest in the Duchy!" said Nanjar as he took another step.
"Wait, buddy Nanjar!" said this young man in blue while blocking.
"What else do you want? I have given all the information. Why are you still holding me?" asked the Daze God.
"Hm, at least you have heard of the riots, and you also have intelligence. Why don't you want to help us?"
"Haha... that thing is none of my business. I told you I'm a casual passerby in this territory. Regarding any unrest in the Duchy within this territory it's none of my business!" The Daze God replied casually. Change instantly the face of this young man. He suddenly smiled slyly.
"Heh! Have you felt enough to give a statement, and show off your inner prowess, also after embarrassing me in the tavern and then you can just walk away like that?" said Sura Banga.
"What do you mean, mate?"
"Ham, you face some of my punches. I really want to know your prowess!" Sura Banga said in a cold voice.
"Haih! How can I face it? If I have intelligence I won't fall down when you hook my leg..."
However, Sura Banga, who was really curious to test the prowess of this idiot-looking young man, had snapped loudly as he preceded the attack. A pair of arms moving one after another doing lacing.
One towards the chest and one towards the stomach. However, that attack was a mere bait attack. He just wanted to know if Nanjar would dodge or let his chest and stomach be hit.
It turned out that the Daze God staggered to the left. It was obvious that he couldn't withstand an attack like that. But that's what he's been waiting for. He suddenly endured the attack, and his feet kicked towards the longish youth's hull. This kick stance that has been prepared has been filled with power in three times the hand punch attack as it was the first time it was done when it hit Nanjar's chest.
Strange! The kick that he thought was going to hit the target was missed, because suddenly the young man's body staggered backwards as if he was about to fall.
WHUK! WHUK!
He chased with a follow-up attack from the two fists, and a series of attacks were prepared again. But several times none of his attacks hit the target. The dingy young man just staggered around like a drunk because he had drunk too much palm wine. But every time it staggered its attacks always missed. Immediately red face Sura Banga. Suddenly he shouted loudly. His body made a circular motion. Suddenly, blue steam rushed towards Nanjar one after another. It turned out that Sura Banga had started to change his attack, and used his dangerous moves.
The blue steam attack couldn't be dodged by just staggering steps. Nanjar knew that the Drunken God's move was only to avoid ordinary punches. That blue vapor that contained tremendous power was not to be trifled with.
Bhlar! Bhalar! Dess!
The air refracted a blue light that created hot smoke, and made three holes in the ground. But even that attack missed the target, because the Daze God had used the Monkey Monkey's jump to dodge the opponent's attack.
Increasingly passionate, Sura Banga launched attacks to encircle Nanjar.
His heart was increasingly curious to bring down his opponent.
Dozens of moves have passed. In the twentieth moment Sura Banga could not hold back his patience to draw his sword.
"Friend Nanjar! Face my sword!" snapped this young man as he dived from the air, his arm met with the finishing blow. Blue steam shot violently towards the Dazed God. Again, the young man's body darted somersaults with the movement of an ape.
And the attack passed. As he drew his sword from his waist, and was ready to launch a heart-wrenching attack on his opponent, he was suddenly surprised not to see the longish young man's figure.
"Damn! Where did that monkey go?" Sura Banga snapped.
It was then that he heard the sound of a horse neighing. This young man gasped, immediately his body flashed in the direction of the sound. His heart sank at the thought of that silly young man playing crazy.
Sure enough! The black horse was seen running fast towards the east. On the back of the black horse, the body of the longish youth swayed.
"Hey! Wait...!" he shouted as he flashed in pursuit. But there was no hurry anymore, because the horse that the dingy young man was riding had been slapping fast. Too far to catch up with him.
Sura Banga could only stare wide with a heavy heart. Lapatlapap his ears heard a voice sent from a distance.
"Haha... I'll borrow your horse first, friend Sura Banga. I haven't ridden a horse in a long time!" For a long time this young man, the son of Adipati Kayoman, stood rooted to the spot. There was the sound of his breathing.
"That young man is very knowledgeable. Of course
he's not a martial figure among the ordinary... Eh, is he...” Sura Banga was stunned for a moment. His heart jolted as he thought of something. Banga's voice glanced at the outline of a dragon on the young man's chest when his clothes were uncovered.
With his heart still filled with questions, Sura Banga flashed from that place. He decided to return to the Duchy. But he will not tell the embarrassing incident to anyone including his father.
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