THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 118

The howling of the wolf that night sounded so bitter. I don't know what that means. Grieving the loss of half his herd which some time ago was forced to be crushed by Vinder, or because of him. Right, him. The plagiarist demon, Sanjeev Rajak, who finally recovers after being imprisoned. Sanjeev was standing looking out the window into the protector of the Kumari Kingdom of Kammam. The veils of annoyance in the form that he copied began to form a colony.

The response as Sanjeev pointed out was natural regardless of any creature, human or demon. Everyone was having fun inside the protector, even it seemed like they were preparing for a huge party. While Sanjeev? Being out of protective all by herself, with sick remnants all over her body. Sanjeev did a good job. I don't know how many disasters he's been in for the people of the eight continents.

"But I don't blame them completely. Because my good deeds are only part of my plan to be victorious in the war of perdition." Sanjeev kicked the house belonging to one of the residents in the village of Raseela, and stepped out.

Sanjeev turned his head, looking again at the happy face of everyone inside the protector. It was very desirable Sanjeev to penetrate the protector and make Bheim witness firsthand the cruelty of the angel of death hunting his people. But Sanjeev had to hold back, a little more. If only he indulged in his already unhelpful sense of pressure, Sanjeev would only waste time recuperating. Sanjeev's plan was much more important, so Sanjeev was heartened to let the happiness last longer.

"hold. Ignore. Your men have waited too long, Sanjeev. Let's raise your invincible army. And after that, then you can sit sweetly waiting for them to eat your bait." Sanjeev grinned.

Them? Yeah, they. Sanjeev's forces are in protective custody that no one realizes including his enemy who is forced to grow faster. These are the people who have drowned Vakr*. The potion Sanjeev had created to lick Jihan's compassion turned out to have both short-term and long-term effects, and it was that long-term effect that would make Sanjeev able to sit sweet. Unfortunately, the effects of Vakr for the long term are really very dangerous.

Vakr* is a herb that can make a person's inner eyes open.

"They will be my puppets even if I only give orders through whispers." Sanjeev was still grinning. "Well, I'm really impatient."

Slowly Sanjeev's grin turned into endless laughter. Really, the handsome look of the late Daxraj Natesh was really only used as a joke by Sanjeev. It might be true what Braheim said, if Daxraj who is currently in control of heaven is busy cursing at all times. Relaxing in heaven but like soaking in hell. Who wouldn't be angry? If Daxraj still had business in the world, he would have solved it while skinning his plagiarist.

"Happy to forget yourself is indeed a distinctive sign of people who will receive the ill-fated end of life." Sanjeev is lost in the darkness of Mook Forest.

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...Put both your hands there. Wake them. They've been waiting for you. Only you can wake them....

"What's wrong?"

"Did you hear that too?" Jihan looked over here and there, looking for the origin of the voice.

Fa ended up getting lazy, then leaned on the back of the bed. "You mean your stomach?"

"Hey, I mean it."

"I know, Princess. I-i know. I'll make breakfast soon." Fa finally moved, looking for clothes scattered on the floor, put them on and came out of his bedroom.

"It just seems to be my feeling." Jihan is moving.

No. gabe. It's not just a feeling. Vakr's long-term effects begin to affect Jihan. Unlike the others who downed Vakr first, they were already completely affected. Like the puppets as Sanjeev said, they really only desire Sanjeev's orders. Other than that, they would just lie down and sleep all day.

"Makshi? Oh my God, what's wrong with this kid? Get up and help the owner. We are just passengers." Makshi's mother forcibly pulls the blanket that covers Makshi's body. "We must leave a good impression before returning to Lagaam da–"

Makshi's mother's reprimand was immediately restrained, as Makshi, who suddenly got out of bed, glared at her while grabbing her blanket and lying down again. Makshi's mother was stunned, because really it was the first time she saw Makshi like everyone else. Although it is often scolded, but Makshi is not a child who will fight. Makshi is a very good boy, even for the sake of helping his parents, Makshi is willing to down Vakr who is rewarded with bags of gold coins.

And the bad news is not only Makshi who is willing to down Vakr for the sake of bagging gold coins. There are six more. I don't know who deserves the blame here. What is certain is that the six people and Makshi have eaten the bait that Sanjeev threw. Now they live with only one purpose, following Sanjeev's orders. And it looks like Sanjeev's opponent, Vinder, still doesn't know anything. It was evident from Vinder who to this day is still busy playing the king and servants.

"Why?"

"That's not a playground for kids" Braheim replied to Vinder.

"Do I look like a kid?"

Spontaneous Braheim stopped his busy reading reports, and slowly looked towards Vinder who had been leaning against the door of his study. Yeah, indeed. With a height that almost matches the door and a burly body that makes the queue of people in the waiting room not visible it does show a mature Vinder. But in Braheim's vision, Vinder was still a three-month-old baby who always smiled indistinctly when his golden hair was combed.

"The harem belongs to Murat Iskender."

Vinder walked up to Braheim. "Oh come on, sun. The harem is my reward for saving those cowards from the Jaadoo Wolf."

Bheim sighed. "Your mother saved them."

"Do you know the real situation? If I don't come they'll all die."

"That wouldn't have happened if your mother hadn't been wearing Saree*."

Saree* or shari is a type of fabric used by women in India, Bangladesh, Nepal, and Sri Lanka. Saree or shari consists of unsewn sheets of fabric, the variations vary with a length of 4-9 meters worn on the body with a variety of styles.

Vinder sat at Braheim's table, turning his back. "I'm the hero."

"Just find your woman instead of playing in the harem."

"Nothing."

"There must be."

"No woman is destined for the successor of a wandering tribe leader who fuels a dark time." Vinder suddenly moved up and faced Braheim with his waist dabbling. "So quickly give me a harem."

"No woman is destined for you? That means you'll be the leader of a wandering tribe forever?"

Vinder nodded. "So quickly give me a harem, sun."

"Stop calling me the sun."

"Bhaavesh DCCLXXXVIII, quickly give me the harem."