The Red Dragon Warrior Dewa Dazed was startled to see Tejo suddenly flashing fast and laughing uproariously while carrying the Red Dragon gem sword he had borrowed.
"Hahaha... thank you, God of Daze! I borrow your sword and I will return it again in ten years!" Of course, Nanjar didn't expect Tejo to behave like that. He quickly ran after him while shouting.
"Tejo! Are you crazy? I didn't lend you that long!" However, Tejo ignored the screams. He even accelerated his running movements and infiltrated the wilderness. With an angry snarl, the Dazed God quickly chased after him, and also penetrated into the forest to chase the painter who was once his best friend.
It turned out that Tejo's movements were very fast, as soon as he entered the forest he couldn't tell where he was running. With a grumpy and angry heart, Nanjar searched the forest looking for traces of the young man. After all, the entire forest was turned over by Nanjar, but Tejo didn't know where it disappeared. When Nanjar decided to leave the jungle because he suspected that Tejo had tricked him into turning around in the forest, that's when his ears heard the sound of someone humming to the right of the forest. Without a doubt, Nanjar immediately flashed towards the sound....
What did Nanjar see? A grandfather in a shabby white robe was seen sitting with his legs dangling on a tree branch while his mouth was humming words.
It's too hard to fly... Too far to reach! The only hope that exists is waiting....
With knowledge people can become smart. But it can also be stupid!
Smart because he has knowledge
Stupid because you get carried away by lust...
Smartness is only used to Fool people!
Oh, oh, oh...
"O wind, has fate already decided?"
Those are the words the grandfather said over and over again. Making Nanjar stand still staring at him. Not only did he not understand what he meant, but he was also surprised and secretly amazed looking at the grandfather.
"Hm, who on earth is this old man? If he wasn't someone with high knowledge, he wouldn't be able to hold such a small branch holding his body. The ability to lighten his body is really extraordinary..." Nanjar said to himself.
It turned out that the old man already knew that Nanjar was there. He stopped humming, then said.
"Brave young man, won't you pay attention to my troubles like everyone else who doesn't care about me?" Hearing those words, Nanjar knew that the words were directed at him. And with one jump he was out of the thick bushes.
"Strange old man, come down from that tree branch. Who are you? What is making you so troubled?" said the Dazed God as he looked up at the grandfather. However, Nanjar was surprised because he didn't see the grandfather on the tree branch. Suddenly a chuckle was heard behind him. Of course, Nanjar was surprised to see that the grandfather was sitting on a rock not far behind him. How the grandfather moved when he jumped from the tree branch, he really didn't know. Even the wooden branch didn't move.
"Hehehe... young man, my name is Lolor Gendon. What is your name, brave boy?" The old man introduced himself and asked a question.
"I'm Nanjar, in full Ginanjar!"
"Oho, what an innocent and lovely name! It seems you too are no different than me in trouble, don't you young man?" Nanjar was taken aback, but immediately answered.
"Grandpa's eyesight is really sharp. I'm really in trouble, because my friend has taken away my heirloom sword. Have you seen a young man my age passing by in this place?"
The grandfather named Lolor Gendon shook his head. His arm stroked a pinch of his brownish beard at the tip of his chin.
"It's a shame I didn't see it...! Strange! How did your best friend take away your sword?" asked the grandfather. Nanjar took a deep breath, then told the story of what happened. Initially, Nanjar met a young man named Tejo, who then became friends. Tejo is a cheerful person, also an artist who is good at painting. The first time he met him, Nanjar felt sympathy for Tejo, who looked innocent and honest, and also had a very innocent attitude. They separated after solving a problem together when a female demon appeared who spread evil, which they were then able to exterminate together. The second time they met again after several months of separation. They walked and chatted together while each told their experiences. Somewhere, Tejo suddenly wanted to see and try the greatness of Nanjar's mustika sword. Without suspecting Nanjar gave his sword. But suddenly Tejo ran away with the sword, and said that he would borrow it. The crazy thing is that Tejo will return the sword ten years later. Of course, Nanjar chased the young man to ask for his sword back. However, Tejo disappeared into the forest, and Nanjar was unable to find any trace of the young man. "I believe Tejo is an honest young man. I feel that there is something hidden behind the strange behavior of my friend. And what I'm worried about is that the sword was used for a crime..." Nanjar said ending his narrative.
Grandfather Lolor Gendon, who was listening to Nanjar's brief narrative, nodded his head. he suddenly said.
"It seems that your sword is not just any sword. Certainly a great gem sword and has extraordinary potency!" At first Nanjar was about to nod his head, but suddenly he felt that he had spoken carelessly, whereas he did not know the old man, whether he was a good person or belonged to the black group. Quickly he answered with a smile.
"Ah, of course I can't say about that. I guess grandpa Lolor Gendon can judge after seeing or trying it..."
"Hehe... that's right, young man! But what we need to know is, no matter how powerful a weapon is, if you don't know how to use it, it's the same as using a writing instrument to write letters in the sky! Even if it's just a stick, if a powerful person does it, it will be as valuable as a magical weapon!"
Nanjar nodding to hear the words of the grandfather. He secretly praised the grandfather's depth of vision.
"I, who am stupid and inexperienced, really appreciate that opinion, Grandpa Lolor Gendon! Hey! I'm really lucky to be able to meet you from among the elderly..." Nanjar said as he juggled. Then continue. "Oh, yes! From the words in your rhyme earlier, what did the person you love steal from you? Your rhymes are beautiful and of course the meaning is very deep."
Hearing Nanjar's question and praise, Lolor Gendon laughed so hard that he had tears in his eyes. Suddenly he stopped laughing. His face turned gloomy. The brightness on his face vanished in the wind, because now he was nothing more than a man whose child or wife had just died.
Of course the change made Nanjar stunned. He secretly regretted asking the boy that question. Nanjar scratched the back of his neck, which didn't itch, as he said.
"I'm sorry, grandfather Lolor Gendon. If my question makes you sad... But may I know, who knows I can help you with what I can help you with!"
Something strange happened again, when Nanjar finished speaking suddenly Lolor Gendon stared intently at him as if he couldn't believe what Nanjar had said.
"Today I met you brave boy, which is a strange thing, and I just heard that there are people who want to help me in my troubles. Even though for eighteen years no one has ever cared about me..."
Nanjar just stood listening. Suddenly Lolor Gendon rose from his seat. His eyes were sharp on Nanjar. Then said.
"Don't trick me, I already know that you are a young warrior with the title of Red Dragon Warrior, and your nickname is Daze God!"
"Ah... how did you... know that?" Nanjar snapped with his face turning red with surprise. Again he found oddities in the attitude of the grandfather.
"I was waiting for someone who would help me! Your luck turned out to be good, dashing boy!" said the grandfather without answering Nanjar's question. From between his shabby robes he took out a roll of parchment and held it in his fist.
"This is a map where I keep a book of White Magic! If your luck is good, you will find that place and get it! And that means you will have a tough task that you have to carry out after you succeed in studying the book. Because I created white magic is to defeat the black magic that has been mastered by someone I once loved, but then I hated because that person was intoxicated with worldliness! Accept this map, young man... I entrust it to you because you are the person who has been willing to help me in my troubles for eighteen years ..."
The object in Lolor Gendon's hand flew towards Nanjar. As soon as the God of Daze stretched out his arm to catch him, suddenly the old man's body disappeared from his sight. Of course, Nanjar stared in disbelief. While he was stunned while staring at the Map scroll in his hand, the grandfather chuckled without showing his form.
Hehe... heheh... don't be surprised young man. Actually I am already in another realm. A subtle realm that cannot be seen by human eyes...! Among the Four Mad Kings and the Dragon Demon King, I am the one with the title the King of the Mad Witch! It turns out that my choice was not wrong. I was waiting for your arrival to pass on my knowledge. Thus I am satisfied and can die tortoise...! If one day you can find my skeleton on a remote island in a dungeon, please help complete it..."
After saying that, suddenly a strong wind blew. Nanjar gasped in surprise. He held the map tightly in his hand. After a while the wind disappeared again. Nanjar was stunned for a few moments. But he soon realized that it wasn't all a dream. And at that moment he dropped his body to his knees facing the direction where the grandfather had disappeared and said,
"Grandfather Lolor Gendon! Indirectly, you are my seventh teacher among the six "Kings", Namely the Four Mad Kings, the Demon King of the Crane and the King of the Demon Dragon. I, Nanjar, thank you for your willingness to pass on the knowledge you have...! I promise to carry out the duties you have placed on my shoulders, for the sake of upholding truth and justice in this world!"
Just as Nanjar put the map under his clothes, the weather suddenly turned pitch black. Lightning flashed across the sky deafeningly accompanied by flashes of light flashing. Once again, Nanjar was taken aback by surprise. At that moment, a red light appeared shooting from the western sky. Nanjar's heart felt like it had stopped beating. His eyes widened as he looked at the light. In that second, his body shot up. More than twenty spears slid the Daze God's body into the air, and the young man's arm with a swift movement stretched out to catch the thing that gave off the red light... When the Daze God's body slid down and stood on the ground, it seemed that his arm had caught the Mustika sword. Red Dragon.
Gradually the weather turned bright again. Nanjar stood rooted to the spot with his eyes staring at the object in his hand. For a moment he looked up at the sky.
"Grandpa Lolor Gendon! Thank you for your help so that my mustika sword is back in my hands...!" said Nanjar in a low voice.
For some reason, Nanjar believes that the mysterious grandfather, nicknamed the King of Mad Witches, is the one who returned his magical sword. Yes! Nanjar does think so, because oddities after oddities have been encountered since the appearance of the strange grandfather. For a while Nanjar was speechless in that place, like a person who had just woken up from a dream.
"Haih! Honey, I left the scabbard behind...! But that's okay. Presumably the King of Mad Witches wants me to look for it myself..." said the God of a Daze After scratching the nape of his neck which didn't itch. Nanjar immediately flashed from that place...
***
Tejo stared blankly at the sheath in his hand... The strange incident that had happened to him made him gape incomprehensible.
"Crazy! Crazy! Why did the Daze God's scabbard end up in my hand?" hissed Tejo in unfailing astonishment.
"A strange incident that I've only ever experienced in my life, but it's a reality!" Tejo said to himself. In his contemplation he recalled the events that had just happened.
Tejo still remembers when he walked together with his best friend Nanjar. They each shared their experiences during their time apart from when they met until they tied the knot of friendship. However, suddenly something happened that Tejo felt was very strange. Suddenly he felt a rush of cold air penetrate his body. And strangely enough, suddenly he couldn't think properly anymore. Without even realizing it, his mouth said to the Dazed God that he really wanted to see his friend's Red Dragon magic sword. It turned out that Dazed God was happy to give it. However, without the slightest intention in his heart, he suddenly flashed quickly and carried away the heirloom sword. Even against his will he had said that he would borrow the thing and would return it ten years later. The voice of the Dazed God still resounded when he chased after him while shouting to stop. But he didn't care about it. He ran fast against his will. And strangely Nanjar was unable to catch up to him, even though he knew the greatness of his best friend's sprinting skills. And what made it even stranger was that now he was sitting on the side of a lake, panting for breath. It is no longer known where the Dazed God was at that time. What was clear was that his arm was holding a sword sheath, and he knew that the sheath belonged to his best friend Nanjar.
"Strange! Crazy! Crazy...!" cursed at Tejo with a red face and a thousand questions in his mind. But no matter how much he racked his brain to solve the strangeness, he still didn't understand what had happened to him until he committed such a shameful act. What made him even more astonished was why only the Red Dragon's treasure sword sheath was in his hand.
"That's really crazy! As far as I remember, I had borrowed the Dazed God's sword without realizing it. But why is it that I only have the scabbard...?" muttered Tejo.
"Unfortunate me! I could have contracted my best friend's dazed illness..." this young man hissed.
Tejo stood up. For a moment, turn your eyes to look in several directions. Then his eyes fixed on a small lake with clear water in front of him.
"Hmm, what is this place? Is the pond where the fairies bathe?" said Tejo in his heart. "Hm, it doesn't matter if it's a bathing place for fairies, humans or buffalo! My body is tired and tired, I'd better go take a shower. After bathing, I immediately looked for my friend to return his sword sheath. And I'll tell him about this strange incident. Believe it or not, it's up to him, who The important thing is that I feel like I've done something that I don't realize myself... But hopefully he'll understand..."
Tejo stepped to the edge of the lake. Then undressed. And...
"Byurrr..." He had plunged into the clear water naked. The Red Dragon's scabbard was placed over his clothes on a rock. Meanwhile, the keneron or mat basket containing the painting tools is placed on the grass. Tejo felt his body become fresh. His brain became clear. He really needed to refresh his body, and that would allow him to calm down after the strange incident that made him almost crazy to think about.
After being satisfied with soaking and cleaning his body. Tejo jumped ashore. However, when his arm reached out to gather his clothes on a rock, he was suddenly surprised because he did not find his friend's Red Dragon sword sheath in the pile of clothes.
"Welah! Welah...! Where is that sword sheath...?" he said in his heart. "Stupid, don't let the fairy guarding this lake be taken!" Tejo hissed with the hair on his neck bristling. He kept his eyes looking around, in case someone was around that place.
"Again, it's strange! Am I still in a daze that I forgot where I put the sword scabbard? But... as far as I remember, I put it on top of my clothes..." thought Tejo. But he thought no further, for he needed to put on his clothes first.
"Fortunately my clothes didn't disappear too! If they were lost, I would definitely become a monkey naked like this!" thought Tejo, as he rushed to put on his pangsi pants. However, while wearing clothes, Tejo kept turning left and right in case he saw a suspicious shadow around the edge of the lake.
Just as he finished dressing, a flashing white shadow appeared, and the figure of a young man with long hair stood upright in front of him.
"God of Daze...! Ah, it's you...?" Tejo snapped with a happy face. However, a moment later Tejo lowered his head, saying.
"My friend... I hope you will listen to what I have to say! You definitely won't believe it if I tell you..."
"Hm, tell me! Do you want to joke a second time?" Nanjar said with a sharp look, pretending that his heart was upset because of what Tejo had done.
Tejo raised his face, looked deeply at Nanjar.
"You wouldn't be in a rush to get angry, would you?" Tejo asked, his attitude was like a girl talking to her boyfriend. Inwardly Nanjar chuckled. It seems that Tejo is very worried that their friendship will break apart. Even though Nanjar already knew, the strangeness experienced by Tejo was definitely not much different from what he experienced. Even though he didn't know clearly because Tejo hadn't told him, he had guessed first. And he hoped his guess was right.
Nanjar shook his head as he answered in a flat voice without a hint of a smile on his lips.
"I'll try not to rush into anger...!"
Tejo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and looked down again. Then jump onto the rock and drop down on your butt to sit down. Then he folded his hands together, and he began to describe the strange incident he had experienced. Nanjar just stood there listening in a stiff but attentive manner.
"That's how it is, my friend...! Until now I don't understand why I did that, and I don't know why I was in this place..." said Tejo ending his narrative.
Nanjar was silent for a moment. But then said.
"I thought you were just teasing me Tejo!
That's enough! The important thing is that the Red Dragon mustika sword has been returned to me, including the scabbard. Regarding the strange incident that happened to you, I hope you should be more careful. Because now is probably the time for demons, demons and spirits to roam around...!" Tejo just nodded his head at Nanjar's words.
***
Lalala... Lalala... Ahoy... Ahoy...! Lalala... Lalala... Ahoy... Ahoy...!" The sound of someone humming could be heard from behind the hill in the afternoon where the sunlight began to weaken and almost slipped behind the mountain. The humming sound became clearer and clearer. After a while the owner of the voice appeared, it turned out to be a dwarf old man riding a donkey walking leisurely.
It seems a very funny sight. Especially the little boy who hummed to the donkey's footsteps. The dwarf man turned out to be someone who deserved to be called a grandfather. Because his age could be estimated at around six or seventy years. His head was large, his hair was as wispy as one could count, and one could almost say bald because it was so thin and wispy. His mustache is also not too thick. But his beard is long to the navel. In fact, this dwarf grandfather's beard is as long as most old people's beards, but because of his dwarf body, it looks longer. Due to his physical condition, the robe he was wearing also looked short and looked cute.
This dwarf grandpa holds a staff as long as a regular stick with the end curved like a crescent moon. His voice is big and hoarse. In accordance with the shape of a large neck, and you could say this dwarf grandfather is almost neckless.
Suddenly the little old man stopped his humming. It looked like he was talking to the donkey he was riding, because there was really no one there.
"Eh, my friend! Do you know why I came to this area? Hehe...heh... if you don't know, I'll tell you. My arrival to this area is chasing a rotten human who has broken a promise or doesn't want to keep his promise to me, so that I've been miserable all this time! Do you know what it means to be miserable...? To be miserable means to be miserable, to be miserable is to always be anxious, and to be always on edge is to be in trouble. What I'm having trouble with is not because I don't have enough possessions, lack of food and so on. But I'm miserable because of love! Hehe... you know love? I thought that all beings excluding you ass would know love! But... it seems you are happier than me, my best friend...!" The voice of the dwarf grandfather suddenly became quieter.
The old donkey he was riding seemed to respond to the dwarf grandfather's words by making a snorting sound from his nose. The dwarf grandfather frowned at the donkey.
"Huh! You always contradict my opinion! Why do I say you are happier than me? You once had a wife, but I didn't! You can make love with the opposite sex, but me...?" this grandpa said complainingly while pouting his lips.
"It seems that no woman will be willing to be my wife!" said the grandfather while pensive for a while. Then he heard him sigh.
"But I can't blame myself for being predestined by God with this body condition. I also don't believe that I will never have a soul mate. The proof is that I can marry a woman. But alas... it seems she has been seduced by men dashing man who seduced her, so she left and ran away from my side...! Do you know my best friend? My arrival to this area is to look for that bastard human who has run away my wife!"
At this point the little old man stopped talking. After a moment he looked up, looking towards the West.
"Hm, it's almost evening. I think I don't need you anymore, my friend...!" said the dwarf grandfather as he jumped down from the donkey's back. This animal grunts twice and nods its head whatever it means. What is clear is that donkeys cannot talk like humans. But maybe understand with the words of the dwarf grandfather. He was indeed tired and tired of walking away. He really wanted to rest. But knowing that at that time the little grandfather no longer needed him.
"Well! You go where you like...!" said this dwarf grandfather. His arm shoved the old donkey's ass. This animal neighed slowly, then ran fast from that place not looking back. Little grandpa stared at it until it disappeared behind a hillside rock.
This grandfather turned his eyes in several directions, as if determining the direction he was going to go. His gaze stopped to the east, where it seemed to grow dense trees. And... a strange and wonderful thing happened. Dwarf grandpa pressed his stick into the ground. In another blink, a body the size of a five-year-old boy was seen leaping into the air. In a few jumps, in a moment the little old man's body had disappeared and was no longer visible...
*
Nanjar jumped out from behind the rock where he had been silent with his mouth closed and his eyes and ears listening to the babble of the little old man. For a moment he stared at the former disappearance of the figure of the dwarf grandfather's body.
"Hey! It seems like there's no end to the affairs of the martial world. Now a short, dwarf grandfather suddenly appears to look for traces of the kidnapper who took his wife away. The dwarf grandfather is certainly an old figure with high knowledge. I don't know what his title is. A human who has Dare to play crazy with the dwarf grandfather's wife, that's certainly someone who is reckless and dares to take big risks. There are so many human affairs with all the turmoil in them..." said the God in a daze in his heart.
If he wasn't on business to attend to, he might have shown himself earlier to make his acquaintance with this strange dwarf. It's a pity that he is trying to fulfill his heart's desire, which is to find where the Book of White Magic is kept which is stated in the Map given by the King of Wisdom Witches. For a moment Nanjar looked towards the West. The sun had set behind the mountain. Soon the Daze God immediately flashed away from that place.