The Lost Prince
CHAPTER 92 RE-ENACTMENT OF THE CENTRAL PRINCE WITH THE POET'S SWORDSMAN
Gibson slowly walked over to the Flower-Picking Poet who had become a useless corpse. Once until he stared incensed at the lewd young man who died still glazed over the sin.
His blood-stained mouth was still wide open. His pair of eyes glared up. It looked like his chest was hollowed out and was bleeding really disgusting.
"What a pity is your fate, O durjana...
You have now become a useless lump...
Soon the beast****** will devour your lost body...
While your spirit will return to the day of the Lord of the Universe
Your spirit will be a sickle there
What a sad end to your life, O evil one...."
Gibson's murmur was heard chanting a verse that contained the meaning of regret. Regret for all the sins that the lewd poet has committed during his life.
Gibson's feelings and circumstances are like someone who has lost a friend. His handsome face really illustrates sadness. Behind the sadness is regret. As if he regretted killing the Flower Picker Poet.
Gibson's mood was drowning in sadness. But his guard did not drown. His pair of ears immediately heard a smooth movement from behind him.
Gibson didn't want to risk turning around first. He might miss first. Instantly his right palm with a stretched palm stiffened.
Then it will be jerked towards the arrival of the subtle movement without turning around. But not yet out his magic power from his palm, a voice reprimanded him with a calm tone.
"Have you forgotten your best friend to kill him, Gibson?"
Gibson's palm that was ready to punch a long-range punch instantly came to a halt in the air. Even he was surprised. Such a calm voice was as authoritative as he had ever known its owner.
He quickly turned to face back. It did not take long for his pair of black eyes to immediately catch the figure of Dhafin who was stepping lightly towards him. Behind him follows 2 beautiful girls who are strangers to him.
Miss Fariza indeed she had not realized she had ever known him. He only knew the girl was almost a meal of the bawdry Poet Flower Picker.
Gibson still stared unblinkingly at Dhafin even though the young man was already 2 steps ahead of him. The look in his eyes was so amazed as if he could not believe to meet again his first little friend who had been separated for 8 years.
"Do you still know me, Poet Swordsman?" dhafin asked in a soft voice full of friendship while smiling warmly.
"Central Prince?" Gibson asked, calling the nickname Dhafin he had given. "Are you the Central Prince, Young Master Dhafin?"
"I am only a Dhafin" said Dhafin as if to rectify the words of Gibson who nicknamed him the Central Prince. "Note that's too high for me. You remember it too."
Gibson ignored Dhafin's grumbling speech. He immediately embraced his little friend with a friendship wrapped in novelty.
Eight years of not meeting and suddenly meeting again, how could this feeling not be moved?
"I'm so happy to see you again after 8 years of separation, Central Prince," Gibson said, still embracing Dhafin. "And I was sure we would meet again."
"The Lord of the Most Just Sky, the Swordsman of Poets," Dhafin said in a wise tone as he patted Gibson's back. "Surely He will not separate the true friendship of His servants for granted."
Seeing and feeling the novelty that occurred between the 2 friends who just met again, making Fariza and Kayshila also touched. Moreover, they had also just met again after 8 years apart. That kind of atmosphere is getting more and more felt for them.
"Yes, the Lord of Heaven is indeed the Most Just" Gibson said as if to signify Dhafin's speech.
After that Gibson released his embrace to Dhafin as if he did not want to dissolve in novelty. Moreover, he had realized there were 2 girls besides him and Dhafin in this place.
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So caught in his mind about it, then he looked at 2 beautiful girls who stood 2 steps behind Dhafin.
When his eyes fell on Fariza, he asked the purple girl. While he was in a state he still did not realize about Fariza whom he had once known.
I don't know why he's so worried about Fariza. When he was thrown back earlier, he still had time to see the girl also crashed.
When he saw someone helping him, he calmed down. But he's still worried too. You see, he is sure that a little Fariza must have been affected because he and the Flower Picker Poet collided with magic energy through the verse.
Hearing Gibson's tinge of concern for her, Fariza's heart was very happy. But he felt a little strange because the tone asked Gibson as if he did not know him.
But he quickly realized that he had only met Gibson once before. And more dominant when he meets he wears a veil in front of him. Gibson saw his face just a few flashes back, not long.
So it's appropriate that even now he doesn't wear a veil, Gibson doesn't know him.
But there is one memory that Gibson could have known through that memory. Gibson once took his veil.
But does Gibson still keep that purple veil?
"I'm fine, Brother Gibson," Fariza said with a sweet smile.
Actually, much that Fariza wants to express and say to the young man of her heart since childhood. But it's so bad that there's Dhafin and Kayshila here. He was obviously ashamed of them.
Gibson does not suspect Fariza of knowing her name and calls her sister. His mind was still stirred by Fariza's condition.
"I'm sure you also suffered a deep wound from the impact of the surge of my magical energy and that of the wicked poet...."
After saying so, then he turned to Dhafin and said in a disconnected tone.
"Is...?"
"You take it easy" Dhafin said as if he knew what Gibson was worried about. "Miss Fariza now is fine. His wounds are healed."
"Miss Fariza?!" cetus Gibson in heart.
He was surprised to hear the girl called Fariza. He had met a girl named that.
Was the girl he had met this girl? Or just coincidentally the same name?
He didn't want to think too much about it. He looked back at the corpse of the Flower Picker Poet. Then he asked Dhafin.
"Do you know that wicked young man?"
"Isn't he Alby, your college brother?" dhafin guessed.
"Yes, you are right, Young Master," Gibson said. "He is Alby. After a long time of parting with the man, once he met he was already a despicable human being. It's pathetic."
"But why did he act as if he didn't know you earlier, Brother Gibson?" kayshila asked in wonder mixed with curiosity.
"His mind has been possessed by a supernatural spell that has erased the memory of his past," Dhafin replied while still looking at the corpse of a lewd poet who turned out to be named Alby.
"I suspect so, too," Gibson agreed. "He was struck by a supernatural spell that made him not know me anymore."
"I don't know where he went to study after we split up" he continued. "As soon as it reappears, know that he has mastered a disgusting science."
"But we don't have to talk too much about it" Gibson said, not longing to talk about Alby, the poet of the Flower Pickers. "Now he is dead with the sin of blasphemy."
"Then we better leave this place!" take Dhafin later. "Fear of His Majesty Ardian's people coming to this place."
"It just so happens that Alby is also His Excellency Adrian" Gibson said.
Soon 4 young men left the place. It didn't take long for the place to instantly become quiet again.
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