The Warrior Of The Seven Swords
The Plan Prepared

The arrival of Balaajaya to the inn certainly made Sangga surprised. How not, this time the night is still so early and the child is asleep. It was impossible for Sangga to wake up the resting disciples.

Sangga glanced at Projo at a glance, he got a blink of an eye and a sign for him to immediately go into the room leaving his teacher.

" Where are they?"

" Sleep."

" Why not practice, it's still very early for them to sleep."

" Just leave it, kasian. Tomorrow's game won't be easy. So let them sleep early.'

Reluctant to get various questions, Projo immediately gave a leaflet about the rules of tomorrow's match. Balaajaya read it slowly.

" What kind of rule is this? Martial arts? Just be right. They're here to fight not to dance."

Ballajaya seemed annoyed with the match this time. It was very unsatisfactory for him. He stood up and wanted to walk out. Projo who understand what Ballajaya will do immediately prevent it. Projo knew Balaajaya would definitely meet Adpati Ranawijaya to protest.

" Den if you do that believe me, our plots will definitely no longer exist in this martial world."

" you mean?"

Projo was throwing his breath rough. Balaajaya does not know anything and does not understand anything that exists outside the martial world. The middle-aged man was really overwhelmed with annoyance but as much as possible he held it back.

" Duke Ranawijaya was the favorite regional leader of King Akilendra. Gusti Prabu Akilendra is even said to want to marry Princess Cadudasa the younger brother to the Duke. But the Duke refused. And as far as I know this regulation has got the goal of Gusti Prabu Akilendra. If aden does not believe it then look good well, under the rule there is an official stamp of the kingdom of Astana."

Balaajaya was certainly surprised by all of Projo's explanations. He again saw the leaflet he had just read, and sure enough there was the official seal of the kingdom.

Balaajaya immediately sat his body on the chair. He set his dragon that could race.

I just put myself in a black hole.

Projo pulled the corner of his lips when he saw Balaajaya's expression of shock. Perhaps Balaajaya could assume that he was a swordsman choose a match, but dealing with the ruler of Astina country is certainly not a match. As great as he would not be able to defeat the power and power of Gusti Prabu Akilendra.

If I could be king, no one would dare to challenge me.

Balaajaya. Suddenly a thought like that came to mind. Really, this man has desires and obsessions that are not in general. More precisely not necessarily, and not self-conscious.

" Haaah yes I'll just sleep then. If you know the rules like this then I shouldn't be here."

Balaajaya breezed into the room and Projo breathed a sigh of relief. The rioter can temporarily be overcome. Now Projo is thinking about how to go to the mahesa inn so that he can remind his former students will be Balaajaya kedaangan.

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" So what do we have to do? are we also going undercover like what we're going to do to Damar?"

The Lingga question certainly has a point. Perhaps they should have disguised themselves during their time in this duchy.

" All right, let's just do this. Dinda, you brought a tool to apply makeup on your face, right? use that tomorrow to make our faces a little different, even with Damar."

" Good brother, I understand. But actually what we really have to be aware of is Balaajaya. That man could have brought disaster for us especially for Damar.

" What Wardani said is true."

Deg

The bodies of the three of them were stunned when they heard a still so familiar voice in their ears. He turned to the source of the voice.

" Gu-ru."

Both Mahesa, Lingga, and Wardani are all shocked to see people they have not seen in a dozen years and have met standing at the end of the door. There is a sense of joy and worry coming together.

" You don't be afraid, I won't tell you where you are here. I really miss you all."

The three people immediately rose from their seats and hugged Projo. The sense of haru instantly enveloped them.

" Thank God, thank God you are well and growing well. I'm really relieved. I'm really relieved to see you here again with a very different attitude."

They miss each other by telling a lot of things. But Mahesa and others still have not told about the existence of Ki Manggala who currently uses the name Ki Prama.

" Well, there's actually something important I want to say. Balaajaya is here. So you must be truly heart-felt tomorrow. He said that he was reluctant to see the game, but no one could guess what he was doing."

The three nodded in understanding. This time they really had to be vigilant on both sides. Sisi in the match and the outside of the match. Both have the same interests.

After talking a lot Projo finally resigned to return to the inn. He did not want Balaajaya to be suspicious if his departure was out for too long. Projo himself did not ask me about the young man whose face was so similar to Ki Wiradarma and the sword pitu was here. The middle-aged man was sure that Mahesa and his friends had their own ways of dealing with this.

After Projo exited their inn, Wardani immediately closed the Lodging door. Honestly, at this time in Wardani's heart really arises a variety of many flavors. Worry, fear, alert, confused, and others. It was really visible from the look on the woman's face.

Mahesa understood, the look on Wardani's face like that means his wife is harboring a lot of bad feelings. Mahesa patted Wardani's shoulder gently and signaled everything would be fine.

" Well, let's just sleep Mahesa's brother. We have to get up early tomorrow to make a disguise.

" You're right Lingga. We need to rest too. There are many things in our minds that we must put down for a moment. Tomorrow is a big day for the students. We should not bother with our bad thoughts. Dinda, it's best that Wardani dinda for tomorrow is in the inn alone with Indira.'

Wardani nodded, He also knew himself that sometimes he could not cover his feelings.it was feared that it would provoke the attention of people.

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