SATRIO.
CH 61

Pandji unrolled the ancient brown parchment, frowning and turning back the parchment which was indeed just one sheet with a stupid face.

"empty?" Pandji looked up and looked at Father Master questioningly.

"Nothing in there?" ask Father Guru is not sure. His serious face turned into a joke.

Why do I feel the prank of this proud man who is me my ancestor?

Pandji shook his head in silence. However, the look in his eyes demanded an answer and his ears began to impatiently wait for an explanation.

"There's a round symbol under the right?" Father Guru raised both eyebrows, giving the command code for Pandji to look back at his recording.

Pandji looked down and carefully examined each inch of the book-wide sheet no more than half a meter long.

Finding a small faint circle imprinted in the right corner of the bottom of the scroll, Pandji nodded and smiled happily. "Does a parchment this big contain just one symbol, Father?"

"Follow Romo reciting the incantation and then dripping your blood on the symbol." Pandji said, listen carefully and then recite the mantra wholeheartedly.

Injured his index finger and smeared a little blood out right in the middle of the small circle. Furthermore Pandji just waiting for a miracle like in the movie he watched.

The blood that was only a drop on the round symbol instantly lit up red and spread throughout the parchment sheet, bringing up other symbols that some Pandji had already seen in his home library's magic book collection.

In addition to the symbol commonly used to make sigils, there is a hexagram image that contains seven hexagon stars in it. Pandji guessed it was a stacked image of the Star of David.

One thing that makes Pandji grumble is that there are tables like Javanese script but longer than he knows now, namely the character of karakan or commonly called hanacaraka.

"What script is this, Father Guru?”

“That's an ancient Javanese script, commonly named kawi script. The script was the ancestor of the now existing carakan."

I mean I should be able to learn to read this script? My ancestors were truly benevolent but underworked.

Reading, drawing and counting lessons start solemnly, Pandji is not able to shift sitting even a little.

Pandji also does not have the courage to reject the teaching that he thinks is boring and futile. Up to the point where the Father Guru taught how to make a protective sigil, the new Pandji listened more seriously.

An explanation of all the symbols he just saw, how to make a stacked hexagram and how to read the Kawi script did not take long.

Father Master smiled proudly, “Not difficult right? My job is to remind me of that lesson!”

Pandji nodded politely and smiled. “Have you finished teaching, Father? If it's .. I want to take a walk."

"All right, let's go with Romo!"

Pandji came down from the bale-bale and stood in a daze, in just one blink of an eye he had already lost track of the haughty man who had been sitting on a chair that was even still swaying.

Intending to find, Pandji set foot to the side of the house. However, not even three steps away, his body was struck by a black dragon that darted carrying him somewhere.

Accompanying streets? This is the way home ... I really cheated on my own ancestors?!

Pandji's ears buzzed like water, his consciousness thinned and disappeared with the dragon's lightning bolt.

The atmosphere that had been quiet now contained the sounds of screaming from far away. Pandji's ears are hearing the familiar howling sounds of animals these days. Waves of dark aura that had just not existed began to feel powerful.

Pandji opened his eyes and found the class had deserted. Glancing at his watch, Pandji was astonished, the break should have been completed five minutes ago, but why did not a single student return to class?

Pandji yawned and rubbed the drool that was almost dripping, peering towards the window to look outside the classroom, looking for where the boisterous sounds of the students were.

One school guard who went around shouted in front of the classroom door, "You .. go to the hall now!"

"What's up, sir?"

"Some of the children were possessed and made troublemakers, howling and brutally attacking other students. Come to the hall ... there it's safer than in the classroom! Those who are possessed uncontrollably and roam all over the school area!"

"Good, Sir. I go to the hall now, you can go around to another class maybe there are students who have not been secured like I was."

Pandji tidied up his book and bag, then came out grumbling inwardly.

I could have been left alone in class, you know, you don't know yourself!

Pandji exits the classroom and walks in a different direction, not towards the hall where the other children are saving themselves, but Pandji goes towards the dark aura that calls out to him during the day.

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