Swordsman Without Friends
Meat sauce in the cauldron.

The white-robed person was still standing staring at the large painting that was on the wall of the marble stone room. he knew that the painting of two large gate doors against the background of a dark black sky and a full moon covered with blood was made by the founder of the 'Demon Gate' party' more than last year.

Since the great battle that occurred decades ago between the party Gapura Devil and the combined party of the white-flow friendship that assisted the royal party from the west and east, the party Gapura Devil, the members of the Gapura Devils party almost never again came out of his secret lair.

Since the battle that is said to be the largest in the history of the martial world and took thousands of casualties, the Gate of Satan has been bound by a pact to never again come out of the nest and create chaos in the martial forest.

But if there are people who feel desperate and threatened his life, as long as he is able to find a way to meet the leaders of the strongest silat party black flow and managed to get a black flag sign of trust, as long as he was able to find a way to meet the leaders of the strongest silat party black, so no matter how much wrong he deserves protection from the party Gapura Devil.!

Even though the Devil Arch has not appeared in the outside world for a very long time, but their influence and power still thrill anyone.Even in recent years the big name of the Devil Arch is even more fluttering. not only the affairs of the martial world that is full of bloody competition, but also has penetrated the territory of power in the palace.

They began to arrange for the buying and selling of offices in the palace, illegal trade, gambling dens and prostitution to plan kidnappings and murders they could do. although for the latter matter the Demon Archway was unwilling to intervene on its own.they almost always used the other party's hand to be able to work on it.

A thin, small and somewhat stooped old man suddenly appeared in the middle of the dark marble stone room. this white-clothed old man who was in the dimness of the light seemed to have been worn and torn to shreds standing right on the footrests of the two people who had previously been there. it seemed like the stepping point of the person on the floor of the marble room was already an unwritten rule when one faced the white robe standing before the painting.

This old man had a slightly pale wrinkled face with both sunken eyes but shone sharply.His white hair was sparse and short. the old man who was probably over ninety years old was seen carrying a large and thick book like a notebook. after murmuring indistinctly while flipping back the book he was enshrined with a stiff attitude in front of the white robe.

''It's been a week lately that I've seen the elders of 'God of Fiker' very busy organizing the party's wealth.but now you've come to me without any orders. It seems, you've come to me without any orders., there's an important matter you want to talk about.'' reprimanded the white robe. from the tone of his speech that was flat and slow like without feeling it is impossible to guess whether he is a man or a woman, is old or young.

''Hhmm., I want to talk directly, since these three months we have lost more than five black flag holders, until the security money is clearly reduced. not to mention some customers who can no longer afford protection money until the black flag of the Demon Gate we take back from it..''

''The last according to my records, a silat figure from the land of andalas nicknamed 'Catuk Mount Kaba' who became a fugitive of the Minangkabau kingdom also we take the flag of protection because he can no longer afford to pay tribute money to us. a few days later this man was reportedly killed by Minangkabau palace silat figures..''

The old man who was called the God of Faulty breathed an annoyed breath, Our losses will be huge if combined with last year. even though the big plan that we have prepared since many years ago requires a lot of money.please hope you can solve this problem as soon as possible.!''

The white robe slowly turned his head, in the dim darkness of the room he looked at the hunchbacked little old man who was in front of him.he was a handful of old people within the surviving party of the Demon Gate, the title of Lord of the Fisted has been in his stables since he was young.

It is said that this person is indeed very miserly alias medit since he was a child. All his actions are based only on profit and loss. let alone to give alms, let alone to give alms, lending money to others alone must be at a very high interest.Even until now buy clothes for himself alone he also does not want, even though his wealth is extraordinary much.

''There's already someone handling it. You don't have to worry., everything will be resolved soon. Just do your job as usual..''

''Hhm., I hope so.'' muttered God Fisted. ''Oouh I almost forgot, despite losing a few customers, but we also received countless requests for protection of the black flag of the Devil Archway from the new customers. somewhat surprisingly there was a big college chairman who asked for a protection flag for himself.even he dared to pay a higher price.!''

For the first time the white robe walked a few steps while his sturdy white fingers touched the large painting of the Gapura Devil party emblem. ''Eehm., good then.it can be said everything is still in our control..''

''Aah there is interesting news., I just got the news that the five old bangka who were confined in the 'Thousand Poisons Valley' used to still be able to survive and had an heir..''

The old body of the God Fisted as if shuddering hearing everything that the white robe said.A glance at both of his old eyes pushed the savage shudder. his thin lips and peot let out a growling sound like he was about to say something or even roared full of anger.

The atmosphere in the marble room momentarily felt increasingly quiet and cold.The God of Fisted took a deep breath. After finishing his report, the, with a reluctant attitude the old man turned respectful towards the white robe before his body vanished in the darkness.

The person standing in front of the large painting glanced at the floor of the stone room.visible traces of a pair of feet that slid into the floor up to two fingers and issued a thin smoke. he knew that the God of Thought had tried to hold back his anger energy until both of his legs pierced through the very hard marble floor in the room.!

A pair of young men were sitting opposite a small bonfire around a dozen stone fists as a barrier. a clay pot that has been charred and slightly cracked on the edge hung over the embers.

Some pieces of dried venison that have been mixed with various kinds of spices and the sauce is slightly thick look turbulent in the cauldron.The very pleasant aroma filled the spacious stone cave room.

The beautiful girl in white clothes looked restless, several times she flicked her long, black and fragrant black hair. although he felt bad but he had to admit that the homeless youth sitting opposite him was very good at processing food.

In his heart the girl cursed in annoyance, ''Basar fucking limp., until when his cooking will just ripen, my stomach is already very hungry.or is he deliberately playing me.?''

''The meat was tender, but the seasoning had not quite seeped into his flesh.'' said the dark-clothed young man as if he knew what was on the girl's mind, then went back to covering up his qualities. the pieces of wood coals are halved until the flame is getting smaller.from the gap of the lid out water vapor smells delicious meat arousing appetite.

''Aapa., is it ripe now.?'' without being able to hold back again the beautiful girl named Puji Seruni asked expectantly.the cripple Pranacitra chuckled amusedly at the behavior of the girl who glared annoyedly.

Close the cauldron in the open, savory and sour-scented steam filled the cave room in the two oil lanterns. ''Now it's ripe, please enjoy..''

With a throw of embarrassment, Puji Seruni grabbed the wooden dipper and took the soup into the pot of his little one. had hesitated he began to devour the cripple's cooking without caring still very hot. Pranacitra until he gawked, ''Beautiful, this girl is greedy as well. crazy., how can she eat meat sauce that hot. is not worried that her lips will be swollen.?''

A loud belching sound came out from Puji Seruni's mouth, the girl bowed in embarrassment as she realized she had eaten far more than the limp. Her face was flushed and sweaty like spiciness. ''Maa., sorry well, finished your cooking is really good..''

Pranacitra just smiled, the last mouthful of venison had also moved into his stomach. ''In the past, every day I have served the eating needs of twelve people with different tastes.that I did for many years.they always feel satisfied with my cooking..'' the young man said while pensive. Puji Seruni saw there was a glimpse of light of pain in his eyes.

''I know that I have no right to ask, but can you tell me something about yourself.at least, tell me what your name is also where you came from.?''

Pranacitra was stunned, he did not like anyone asking about his personal matters, but upon seeing the girl's pair of clear eyes that were staring gently expectantly, he also did not have the heart to reject her.

The young man fell silent and thought for quite a while before speaking, It has been a very long time.starting from a flock of childish gabbels who every day dawdled asking for alms and a mouthful of rice to survive.just that, it is., after listening to my story I hope you never tell anyone.!''

The pair of cold eyes stared intently at Puji Seruni.The girl's heart shuddered, unconsciously she nodded, but he seemed to feel that the crippled young man in front of him was harboring a very sad dark story.

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