Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
34. Constraints

The sound of the horse carriage coloring the atmosphere when the sun was still emerging in the eastern horizon. There were at least eight carriages carrying various food, filling the innards to the point that the horse's run felt very slow. As Savira thought, there were two heroes sitting in front with the coachman looking relaxed, chatting there was no problem. Even they share cigars with each other, signifying closeness.

"What's the condition of the city lately, Septian?" The warden lit a match and burned the tobacco that had been stuck in his mouth.

"What can I say," said Septian turning to the side, paying attention to the paddy fields and the small hills there. "I didn't know this was called a gift or not because Asarania was starting to be conducive."

"Yes, people are starting to accept their new lives" other heroes sometimes suck cigars and exhale the fumes in the air. "Maybe they're tired of constantly rebelling."

"Moreover, they are gradually getting used to the new rules in Niskala" said the old-looking warden wearing formal clothing and a flat cap covering his hair. "I mean, if those rules don't exist, I'm already using my car instead of this horse."

"Hahaha .. You are richer than you look, Old Man!" The hero who accompanied Septian was named Rudi, patting the warden's shoulder hard.

"Yes, we can't argue that the innovation is very beneficial for humans" exclaimed the black-haired man who was slightly flushed in the baskara light. "But on the other hand secretly strangled Prana herself."

"I agree with you," Old Man exclaimed with a smoke chiming in on the Septian phrase. "Air pollution has been very worrisome since the machines were made."

"Since Niskala as the main distributor of the tool has been eliminated, now Indrayana is overwhelmed to withstand the invasion of Arnawama," said Septian chuckling. "Ganendra's heroes are here until they must be withdrawn to the empire."

"While the creatures that burned Asarania interfered, they still could not stop Arnawama" Rudi said, flicking his cigar down, throwing the dregs to the ground. "I was impressed by their technology, maybe Niskala was too focused on improving the quality of everyday life rather than strengthening the infantry."

Septian suddenly recalled the time he was given the task of saving the injured little ones, back the memory of Andrian's death filled his head. The damn man burned down the city, causing the man he respected to be buried in a building. But fortunately, the children were still able to be rescued, delivered to a safe place under control. He closed his eyes for a long time, trying not to drag on in grief.

"Did you forget that Arnawama was helped by Darsana?" The warden controlled the steering, trying to place the horse on a not-so-rocky road.

"Oh, really?" timpal Rudi who looked evil.

"It must have been heavy for them," said Septian aware of something. "Darsana is famous for their magic power. I mean, most talented wisayas are from there."

"The machine is united with magic," the warden jaws began to jump up and down from the seat due to the uneven ground. "What kind of power will they produce."

Suddenly, there was something like a faint clash heard. They did not appear to be disturbed due to the state of the road that collapsed but Septian turned his head, checking back. There was already another train that was too tight, almost touching. No one can follow because their train is at the end of the line. Septian frowned, ignited in anger.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the screams of the man made Rudi and the warden flabbergasted.

"Ah, I'm sorry sir, we did not intentionally," exclaimed the simple-looking warden, wearing a rattan hat while smiling as he tried not to continue the matter.

"Stay away from the train before we arrest you!" Septian completely lost control, he almost jumped up scolding her.

Instead of providing more distance, their train seemed to slow down from normal speed. Even left behind from the group in front. The warden and the two heroes with question marks turned to each other, aiming at the docar who was following them. The heroes ordered to stop, going down as fast as lightning to check something. Similarly, the dock guard who had originally crashed, hurriedly approached.

"Why are you here?" Rudi this time flirted, pushing the man back a few steps. "You shouldn't be in a group, should you?"

"Yes, sir, but this is the fastest route I know to Indrayana" the warden explained.

"Although that's the case, can't you slow down?" Now that Septian was approaching, his face water was roasted with anger.

"I'm sorry, sir, it was purely my negligence," the warden lowered his head, Alan making a hearty expression.

"If I find you once again like this," urged Septian as he pointed his index finger right at Alan's face. "You're gonna make sure I can't operate on your train."

Alan did not reply, still drowning his head while nodding. While Rudi turned back to Old Man who looked puzzled checking the damage, wondering, "How, did something happen?"

The two heroes turned, centered on the warden shaking his head, unsure of his observation. He exclaimed, "I don't know, everything seems fine except for this crack hole."

By the time they were headed in one direction, Suluh, Savira, and Intan were already preparing to bend them as quickly as possible. However, somehow Suluh even a little doubt and feel reluctant to do it. In between preparations, Suluh whispered, "No, isn't that the hero who saved me first?"

"What do you mean?" Savira blurs, responding to the boy's sentence.

"I can't do it, it's not worth what he did to me," Shulah raced back into hiding after turning her head towards the target. "I owe him a favor."

"Then I handle it" Intan said. "You conquered the other hero."

"Quick, we don't have much time!" When Savira said that, soon they took action according to plan.

They jumped and immediately bent their necks. Savira knocks down the warden, Intan conquers Septian, and Suluh knocks Rudi down with only one blow. Is unconscious. They hurriedly disarm and take their uniforms, taking over the train with the driving Intan. Whip the horse to catch up. While Suluh and Alan had to wear hero clothing, linked Septian and Rudi names are still attached.

"I'm sorry" said Suluh lirih.

"Why are you apologizing?" Alan who was still arranging his clothes seemed to have trouble justifying the inherent decoration.

"For the one who saved me from being bullied" said the black-haired man who danced in the wind. "I can't repay him with kindness."

They drove very fast across the rocks, making the fruits fall a lot. Savira had to pull the barrier door open with an armament hook. All that for the sake of not attracting prejudice against other groups and trying to melt the atmosphere like nothing happened. Especially when the horse-drawn carriages had reached the gate of Sinambu village which awoke several heroes, looking carefully at one of them.

Savira plugged the hook and jumped off the wagon, hiding in the bushes. Their plan did not go smoothly this time, they should be able to take a second train during the trip. But this time, they prefer to flow in a groove that will befall. Must be able to camouflage. Reno and Riki who brought the dockar did not choose to turn to the village but continued forward, leaving the vehicle then followed Savira who sneaked into the village.

One by one the food trains were allowed to pass through the barrier, now it was Suluh, Alan, and Intan who were trying to convince them. One of the heroes found it strange to notice the presence of the last group, exclaiming in a surprised tone, "Where are you from? What food specialist did you bring?"

The question caused the three to freeze, looking at each other. They finished this time, completely ignorant of the origin information of the carriage they had just seized. The idea of participating in the event may be a mistake, but if not turn to the village is much more fatal because they know the group is missing one and start chasing. The only way is to come into play, trying not to be suspicious.

"We are from Pawana" Suluh said as they fell silent for a few seconds. "These are all exotic fruits from there."

"Pavana? Which area is that?" When the question came up, another thin-bodied hero checked the cart containing fruits.

"Ah ... that's the area east of Arnawama," said Suluh increasingly make Intan and Alan sweat.

"really? I've never heard of that village" the puffer-bodied man folded his arms around his chest. "What is the name of this exotic fruit?"

"It was rambutan fruit," said Sulah quickly with a wide smile.

"Ah right, this rambutan is red-red!" The man who had checked the cart commented after getting on the wooden wheel of the train, did not open the back door because it would spit out all the contents that were loaded. "One stalk isn't a big deal, is it?"

"Yes, it doesn't matter, we still have a lot to show, don't you think, Warden?" Suluh patted Intan on the shoulder, trying to make the woman relax.

"Hahaha .. yes, there is still a lot left for them!" Intan smiled as she laughed.

"Alright, you can pass by," said the potluck hero as he swung his hand, inviting. "Hey, leave that to me even a little!"

They shared the fruit and did not mind more in the train Suluh entered, the suspicion was then gone. Intan sighed deeply, looked at the two men next to him then turned back to the front. The village now looks crowded, many traders are on the side of the road, peddling food. The earthquake was like being in a city, only more crowded because of the narrow area. Even the horse that pulled them only advanced a few steps forward.

This time they escaped, but the plan still had to be finalized.

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