A Pair of Eclipse Swords
Chapter : 148 – Roadside Writers 3
Some time ago, the northern Chang empire had a scene with the capture of the Red Eagles. Then not long after that, the empire returned with the escape of the Red Eagles. Then some time later, there was a re-enchantment when Rajawali Merah had messed up in remote villages.
But the latest news this time, the most surprising of them all, a news spread by an old writer who sells a variety of goods and musical instruments. He opened his field on the side of the road by rolling out a wide mat.
During the day, he was surrounded by many people who felt interested also curious about these literary poems. Because this person is quite famous among the people. In addition to its strange nature by doing erratic adventures, also this writer is very good at making poetry, rhyme, or poetry. And no information is left behind.
After reading the verses, the villagers were overjoyed. They were comforted, and so many coins of various colors were thrown at him. Bronze coins, silver and even gold. The artist laughingly received all the coins into his clay bat.
Not long after, the literary state became quiet. Presumably he was resting because it had been two full hours he continued chanting verses and various kinds of poetry.
Suddenly, he saw a foot standing before him. Suddenly he looked up with a slow movement, as well as wanting to see the person's body more thoroughly. As soon as his sight arrived on the man's face, he was surprised.
"Women?"
"Uncle, I want to ask you something" said the girl. The one with the broad robe of red. Because of its width, the curve of its body is not at all visible. Precisely if you do not see his face, surely people think he is a fat man.
While saying so, this girl crouched down and placed three bronze coins into the coconut shell of the literati.
"Is this enough?" tanyakanya.
The boxer smiled kindly and nodded. "More than enough, miss. What kind of help is that?"
"I want information. Many people here know you other than as a writer, as well as a provider of information. Really true?"
"Huahaha.it is not true, but if it is said to be wrong of course it is not suitable. What information do you want to know? A little more maybe I can help" he said with a wider smile.
The girl nodded her head before then asking her question, "Right now she is in a frenzy about the case of the Red Eagles who messed up in a remote village. Uncle, do you know where that village is?"
"Ah...do you have any more questions?"
"Why? You don't know what my question is?"
"No-no. I just want to answer all your questions at once to shorten the time."
"No, my question is just one" the girl explained.
The boxer nodded, "Look, miss, this village is actually a remote village far from the capital. For the place where the Red Eagles appear, it's not far from here, just half a day west there."
Not even the girl answered, the writer had said again, "This village has also been subject to the raging of the one eagle."
"Ohh.." replied the girl, standing up, "Then thank you, I'll be there soon."
Just as the girl stepped up a few acts, the author exclaimed, "Miss, I'm like I've seen you!"
When the girl stopped, she turned around for some time. But his gaze was sharper, "Where?"
The astronaut moved his hand, gesturing for the girl to come closer. The girl obeyed the will of the literary man. Once close, the writer told the girl to squat, the girl returned according. Then the old man brought his lips closer to the girl's ears.
"Will the real Red Rajawali clear his name?"
"Sing!!"
"Hahaha, there's no need to be that stiff. Do I look like I'm gonna eat you?"
"You know who I am."
"But you don't know who I am yet."
"That has nothing to do with it! Obviously, after this you're gonna drag me into government, aren't you?"
Suddenly, the literary face turned serious. His eyes sharpened and his mouth hardened. His words were full of authority which made the girl like being forced to obey or believe.
"No way!"
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The girl walked away following the three men who were accompanying her. His gaze was always blank and somber, like one in a daze and missing a memory. The purpose of life was gone, he felt that there was no point in living in this world any longer.
The other three men seemed to ignore this girl and continued to step up. Even while talking and laughing. Totally barbaric.
This is none other than Han Fu Ji or commonly known as Miss Han. It had been a full day he had traveled with those three people who had nowhere to go. He had no purpose because he had lost his mother and his honor.
Her mother, after being raped last night, unknowingly thrust a knife into her own neck. At that time Han Fu Ji was about to take the knife and commit suicide anyway, but these three people already knew first and prevented.
The three people were three people who had disguised themselves as Red Eagles, Queen Eagle and Sung Han. Those who were actually nicknamed the Eastern End Dragon Sakti had merged themselves with the Midnight Wolf and were currently heading on their way to their main headquarters.
During this trip, several times stopped just because they were already "not strong" anymore. That is why Han Fu Ji was the most tortured. He was still alive just because he was waiting for a helper figure. Whoever it was that clearly he wanted to convey his apology to Sung Han through the helper's intermediary.
"We stop here first" said the person disguised as Sung Han.
They all sat down on the ground. Han Fu Ji slightly moved away from them and sat on a slightly clean flat rock. Eyes down.
The three were conversing with his exclamation while accompanied by arak who had become their stock. Their laughter was very deafening, but for Han Fu Ji remained silent there, as silent as his heart was.
"Hey!!"
"Haiyit!!"
"Waaahh!!"
All of a sudden these three people were shouting at each other loudly. Almost together they stood up with a vigilant attitude. Once this Han Fu Ji got caught up and he looked attentively.
Until a long time later, but the situation was quite quiet. A person disguised as a Red Eagles could not stand it anymore and yelled, "Who is there? Coward, show up and show me your nose!!"
The silence answered. Not so long ago when I heard the answer. A smooth and clear female voice, yet full of emphasis.
"Hm...who among you claims to be nicknamed the Red Eagles?"
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