SATRIO.
CH 82

Moments before reaching his court, Pandji gave Aswanta a small wooden crate that he had brought from home.

"Wow ... gift? I'm not having a birthday, buddy!" said Aswanta while feeling the shiny brown teak wood carving in his hand. "But ... thank you very much!"

"What is that, Pandji?" ask Mika curious. His eyes glanced at the antique box in Aswanta's elegant-looking hands.

Pandji did not answer, his gaze remained focused on the crowded road of vehicles. "I need someone who can help me build a residence for the knights."

"You can pay Ayahanda," Mika's murmur was upset that her question was ignored by Pandji.

"Ayahanda won't give me any discount, out of the many architects .. He may be the most expensive, '" Pandji grumbled.

"Good Pandji .. Daddy not so!" bela Mika in a person who was already considered her own father.

"You're sure Father won't put a tariff on me? I haven't forgotten to have to replace the destroyed workbench with my personal money, it's expensive .. and it has to be bought from Jepara."

Mika and Aswanta lie down together, "That destroys the table is you, you automatically change." Mika shook her hands not caring about Pandji's reasoning.

"I'm still in school" Pandji protested stubbornly. "Things like that should be understood."

"Whoever alms, done right? Don't be too stingy being the guy!" mika said casually.

"Markey said?" ask Pandji with a slanted grin.

"Buddy, you're not stingy at all. I'm so moved by your gift. .. This heirloom is so good, I feel a huge fortune!" Aswanta rubbed the blade of the short sword he had just received.

"See!" sahut Pandji taunts Mika. His head was pointing towards Aswanta.

"Thank you, buddy. After I observed, this metal belongs in the best ranks." Aswanta smiled broadly admiring his new sword.

"I thought you only knew pretty girls" Pandji sarcastically quipped.

Aswanta snorted, "I also know a little about heirlooms, pal. Besides the best, the metal used to make this sword is also in the rare category."

Mika immediately turned her head towards Aswanta, "Why is her energy similar to my dagger? Also a hexagram in a circle like the star of David at the end of the handle. How can Pandji? Where'd you get it from?"

"Someone," Pandji replied in secret. "I think it was made in the same place, by the same people as well. I've read his story."

Pandji stepped on the impromptu brake until Mika who was facing the back staggered uncomfortably, "Pandji ... you?!"

Pandji paid no heed to Mika's cry, his eyes sharp at the scene in front of him. One young man faced three men who were possessed by maroz.

Their unequal fights had nothing to stop, and the young man armed with wood being ganged up was getting tired.

"What if you test your heirloom, As? I'll wait here, I'm a little sleepy!" Pandji yawned widely and leaned his head tired.

"You are truly a true friend, Pandji ...," wrote Aswanta skeptically. He got down quickly and ran to help the young man who was ready to be pecel by his opponent.

"I will help Aswanta," exclaimed Mika preparing to descend.

Pandji instantly catches Mika's hand and pulls her slowly, "Stay here, let Aswanta adapt and get used to his new heirloom. It would make him more familiar with his sword energy."

"But …." Mika glanced towards Pandji's hand which was holding her tightly. The young man even still closed his eyes calmly, not at all worried about his best friend fighting against three demon-possessed youths not far in front of his car.

"Pandji," call Mika straight.

"Hm …."

"You don't want to help Aswanta?"

"He can finish it himself, just look at it in a minute!"

"Aren't you worried about anything happening to her?"

"I'm more worried if you're out there!"

Mika pursed her lips, her heart warmed. He again glanced at the face of the young man who looked lazy, bored and snoring slowly.

It could be that this child is sleeping at this time …!

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