SATRIO.
CH 40

The handsome young man who had difficulty keeping the curiosity back to the room, picked up one book hidden in his bookshelf for over a year.

The book with a new cover inscribed with school subjects was prepared on the desk, she locked the door and sat down with a serious expression.

Opening the first courtyard, Pandji's heart thumped violently as a cold wind hit his face instantly. A very thin mana flow felt floating in the room, forming a pyramid with a greenish blue color and confining Pandji inside.

Secretly his mind thought about the stories of ancient books in legends. A book protected by an old spell that never ages.

It was like watching a colossal horror film, I was the protagonist who was uncovering the mystery of the book.

May no medusa (woman with snake hair) appear suddenly here considering this atmosphere brought me to the century where she lived and made up stories.

I obviously didn't want to turn to stone by just reading the first page of this book!

Pandji carefully watched the first page that had no contents, only showing the faded paper.

Pandji could not believe it, after waiting for so long he still could not read the book. Is something wrong? Or there are special requirements that must be fulfilled to just know the contents?

Opening the second page and so on made Pandji even more frustrated because he did not find anything on the brownish worn sheet he still held.

Then what's the function of the protective dome in my room if this book is nothing? Isn't this book protected from being read by any kind around me?

Pandji's head turned his head, his eyes staring at the twin swords hanging haphazardly on the walls of the room.

Frowning both of his eyebrows, Pandji spoke in a low tone. "Damar .. Asih! What are you guys doing in there?"

Damar and Asih emerged from the void and courteously enraged beside Pandji.

“Sendiko, Mas Pandji .. we do nothing. Just guarding from the ancient book on the table that has not been known its contents,” said Damar Jati slowly.

Pandji breathes quietly, “But this is just a book, Damar. What are you worried about?”

“The book has mana magic that is very pressing, it is not impossible in it there are spells that can make harm when read, Mas! We were just anticipating such an unexpected thing!" answer Damar with confidence.

"Come on Damar, why are you so scared? This book belongs to my ancestors, it is unlikely to bring any calamity to his descendants right?!"

Damar Jati glanced at his wife at a glance and spoke in a calm tone, "The book was once the owner was a woman, Mas!

He created the deadliest black magic for revenge. At the end of his life, he left the book to Mas Pandji's ancestor who became his fiancee.

But first bouncing the book with various magic creations, it is said that the magic book 'DEATH' can only be read by women.

Pandji nodded in surprise, "So actually this book doesn't belong to my ancestors?"

"He was only asked to secure it, it was no ordinary magic book. It was an heirloom book that shook the island of Java in its time.

The book became the seizure of Javanese nobles from the king's protective knight breed. A book that's been considered lost because no one can find it."

“Why is the book now on me? Wasn't it before I came to the library, Ayahanda was already the master of all the quality readings there? What does it mean that the book wants me to find it and read it?" discover Pandji by playing his logic.

Damar Jati replied restlessly, "Yes ...perhaps like an heirloom looking for a master like me, the book is also looking for someone who can read it!"

"Explain to me about this book further, Damar! You've lived for generations, you know the history of this book!"

"Indirectly Mas Pandji said that I am old," complained Damar with a funny mimic.

"Yes, I should have called you great-grandfather right?!” ledek Pandjis. He laughed a little to reduce the tension.

Damar laughed out loud before replying, "The Book of the DEAD can only be read on the day it is made and finished, that is, on the day of Satan's glory, the day Mas Pandji was born!"

Pandji raised both his eyebrows and looked at the skeptical Damar, he stepped into the bookcase where the calendar was.

After researching every date and weton, finally Pandji nyeletuk, “I mean I can only read it eight more days."

"That's right, Mom!"

"Alright I'll wait for that moment to arrive, thanks for the explanation, Damar!”

Pandji who has already called Damar and Wife has a silly idea to fill a long night.

"What if we were adventuring, Damar? I want to find rare mustika stones."

"For what, Mom?" ask Damar Jati curiously.

Pandji stared at the handsome heirloom spirit with a faint smile. Whisper softly at Damar, "Fiance's ring, but don't let your father know about this?!"

"Sendiko, Mas Pandji."

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