
Anjali stood guard in the hallway to the palace grounds, while Gayatri was busy flipping through the archives of Dwipajaya searching for giant red literature. The note did not succeed in finding it. Armed with a piece of his memory, the giant did not touch the descendants of King Dwipajaya, there was no other information.
“Mr Princess, we don't have much time. Our soldiers are seriously injured, the king is fighting Ankush,”, Anjali told Gayatri.
Gayatri stared at the room, it was impossible for her to search between the shelves as they ran out of time.
“Go to the palace hallway, bring me the torch,” Gayatri said.
Anjali swiftly slipped in the hallway, there was a passageway to the place of the foundation where the torch was not extinguished. Anjali immediately brought the torch back to where Gayatri was.
Gayatri burned the corners of the room while praying to Lord Ganesha.
Smoke and burning smell just like that.
His sax and Ankush who were fighting swords turned their eyes when they heard footsteps approaching.
Anjali and the gatari appear, his witness letting Ankush look at Gayatri appear. Meaning the rumors were not a scabbard, Gayatri and Saksenya must have married Inner Ankush.
“Soon leave this place, we have to find the red giant,” pinta Gayatri.
“You guys came making a mess here then I won't let go,” cried Ankush.
“You apparently faithfully licked the feet of Bansheer, I am the heir to this kingdom Princess Gayatri of Dwipajaya. This is my ancestral land, how dare bandits like you to be sneaky and kill all my family,” Gayatri replied. His eyes were angry.
“Hahaha, nothing is eternal in this world, including titles and notchings. Everything is legal in war and love. I am Bansheer, the owner of this kingdom. The new king of Dwipajaya,” said Bansheer appeared behind Ankush.
Not yet gayatri replied to Bansheer, the fire had spread to the tiari in the hallway. Saksenya and Anjali immediately pulled Gayatri's hand away from the place.
Ankush and Bansheer are unable to catch up to them due to the smoke and burning smell that pierces the nose.
Gayatri showed the way out until it arrived near the catapang tree, the three one by one climbed the tree in order to jump over the Dwipajaya wall. Gayatri's legs sprained while jumping behind the wall, but they did not have much time to stop. His witness immediately carried him up onto the horse's back. Gayatri leads them to the Wilisgiri valley.
“It is not better that we stay away from this area and hide first,” asked Saksenya with a dumb face.
“It has been almost three days the Red Giant was exposed to poison, we do not know the condition yet. After all, the giant had a close relationship with the royal family. Only the royal family is able to communicate with them,” Gayatri replied.
Along the way to the valley, Gayatri begins to khawatri. The valley no longer had the cool air as before, the plants seemed to wither. They're getting deeper.
His witness stopped the group from seeing Gayatri's pale face, her sprained legs appearing swollen and bluish in color.
“Istiraharlah first,” Saksenya said.
They pulled over and set up a tent and made a bonfire. Because his entourage was used to hunting in the Hindustan forest, Suballa soldiers were used to finding shelter that was not passed and not spotted by wild animals. Without waiting for long they have found the nearest source of water to cook.
Anjali is smoothing the turmeric that she has somehow dug out of nowhere. The girl painstakingly forced the turmeric collision using the cutlery they had brought. Gayatri silently watched him.
“Mr Princess extend your legs,” he said.
The hot turmeric was instantly draped into his feet, Gayatri almost shouted out loud. But the heat that touched his skin slowly made his pain slightly lessened.
“Please do not move much,” he said leaning Gayati's body into a pile of baeang that is quite tender.
“Where are you from,” asked Gayatri while looking at Anjali's face.
“You don't know me?,” asked Anjali with a smile.
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