Mardinal: The Assassin's Adventure
Chapter 22: Modif and Story

“So, yesterday you met a mysterious guy named Haku?”

In the evening, Mardin went to visit Dimas' house first to repair his weaponry. Yes, ranging from a machete to a skateboard that Mardin uses is made by Dimas.

Dimas is indeed a very talented young man in engineering and machine assembly matters. So, making technologically advanced weapons like this can still be supported Dimas. He enjoys this complicated activity.

At the moment, they are both in Dimas' garage. The geeky young man appears to be fixing the propellers of a skateboard machine while in skyboard mode. Beside the advanced board was also seen blue mardin machetes lying there.

Mardin leaned against the back of the chair next to Dimas. “Iya…. Like my story was.”

Mardin playing unused engine gears. “The teacher asked me to do it for my own father. His intentions are baek, and it is also proven that his words have a point. Only, I was somewhat suspicious that this teacher would take advantage of what I did to save my father.”

Still busy fixing the skyboard, Dimas argued, “Emang, anyway. As good children, we are obliged to listen to our own parents. I also still struggle to save my mother from her illness. Your case is different. There is a possibility that certain parties will take advantage of every step you take.”

Once it felt good, Dimas turned the skyboard into a skateboard, opening the slot section under the skateboard that is commonly used to store machetes.

“But if I try to guess, here. This Haku party wants to establish a kind..” Dimas twirling one hand for a moment while thinking. “...relationship mutualism.”

Mardin raises the eyebrows. “Connects?”

“Iya. It has been proven that Haku's words are the same as his teacher's request, but there is a point about the Midra Seal, your father is still alive, and so on. You're not at all harmed here, Mard. And they can also be lucky with what you do.”

Dimas continued while clearing the Mardin cleaver. “Here, both sides are equally benefited. Your father is free, you and your father are a happy family again. Those who give the request to release your father also benefit, although we still do not know what kind of benefits they get.”

“Intinya, there is no loss if you accept the offer Haku and his teacher. Your parasite's been convincing about your father's resurrection, right?”

In addition to knowing Mardin is Rogue, Dimas also knows that he is a Ruzan who has parasitic plants in the body. They are close friends, of course, already know each other's secrets as well as relatives of one family over time.

In return, Mardin simply nodded.

“Well! So, what else to think? It's different if no one convinces you of their request. Could've just ‘kkan they just lied if your father is still alive. But in fact, your parasite warrants that truth. The creature is already the same as your blood-meat, it is not possible also will lie you.”

“Hah, he understands me, apparently.”

Mardin just turned the eyeball in response to Dros's rancid speech in his mind.

“Ya, yes…. It's good that I accept their offer if we both benefit if this task is successful,” said Mardin still plays the gear machine. “But, I still need to discuss this with Uncle Rom. He was my father's trusted friend. So, he must know.”

“If it's up to you. I just want to give you enlightenment even though it is a little less helpful.”

“Dih~ Enlightenment, he said.” Mardin sounded a bit sultry. “Sama-sama on the path of demons, there is no bright-brightness.”

“Meh, to the path of the devil just use ngajak-ngajak. Ogah!”

“Hahaha..

The two laughed together in response to their crisp joke. His name is a friend, certainly no sense of awkward when they communicate even though the jokes thrown sound crisp for others.

“Omong-by the way, Mard.”

Dimas showed three slots on the bottom of the skateboard, two slots of the same size, while the other one was smaller. These three slots are used as storage containers, and one of them is used to store machetes. That is why Mardin skateboard looks bigger than regular skateboard.

“This one slot that is the same size as the machete slot can make save other weapons. You don't want to make one more machete, so?” ask Dimas.

Mardin replied, “I'm not used to using two machetes, so just one ‘dah is enough. Besides, the price of Material Ru is expensive to make new weapons. Again this bokeh…. Kosan is still waiting.”

Ru material is known as mine material that is often used to make various types of weapons. Ru Energy users usually use Material Ru-based weapons to easily channel Ru Energy from the body to the weapon and produce a more stable Ru Element to form attacks and defenses.

For example, Mardin's Blue Neon Slash ability. Mardin channeled a small amount of Ru Energy into his machete, turning it into Element Ru in the form of a neon blue scythe slash that could deal quite fatal damage to the target.

In addition, Material Ru is considered expensive because it is difficult to get it. Many assassins from various Guilds as well as Rogue groups scramble to obtain Material Ru in order to create the greatest weapon for themselves. This material can only be obtained in the mining land of Planet Urdalin.

Other planets may exist, but they are inhospitable to all forms of life, making it difficult to mine them even using sophisticated space-miner craft.

“Dih, that kind of killer you're a jackass? Not harvesting organs yet, nih?”

Horrible topics like this are commonly discussed by the people of Planet Urdalin. Assassins of every role, whether the assassins of the Guild or Rogue have activities to kill other killers that are considered threatening to them so that their organs can be sold off the planet.

Guild Assassins frequently committed assassinations of enemy Guild members or Rogue deemed unsettling in the dominions. While Rogue is free to kill anyone, it would be fellow Rogue, assassins from the Guild, to civilians. It also caused Rogue's reputation to be viewed poorly. Although not all Rogue is wild, for example, Mardin.

This red-haired Mullet youth is anti-killing civilians. He considers civilians to have nothing to do with killing and should not be victims. Despite having this view, it does not mean Mardin wants to be a hero for them. Mardin's business is just killing his fellow assassins and harvesting their organs. Civilian affairs let the Guild take care of.

“Many are angry after being killed,” replied Mardin bete. “Rogue yesterday also his body was hit by a monster horn, can not also be taken organs because kebelet want to go back to school, forget to bring the container as well. Ow hell! I just remembered that the organ storage containers are just a little more.”

That's why Mardin is difficult to make money from the sale of organs. Every enemy he killed must have ended up with body parts destroyed, damaged by release giving a fatal attack, or his organs were even diseased.

And again, a special container of organ storage in the form of tubes of various sizes has thinned the stock, Mardin must buy again.

Normally, if assassins from Guilds could easily obtain those tubes through their own Guilds. But unlike the case with Rogue, they must carefully buy the tube online from outside the planet or buy to fellow Rogue. If it is discovered by the Guild, they can be hunted more and more.

“You ‘kan can ask for same Uncle Rom?” dimas Suggestion.

Mardin blinked his eyes several times, only to realize the idea. “True too. If the edges will be sold by Uncle Rom, mending ask aide his tube to him.”

In the transaction of buying and selling organs, of course Mardin does not necessarily make sales alone. If he sells his own hunting organs, it will be considered illegal and the price will be cheaper. Different again if he sells through an official intermediary.

Mardin himself did not know what kind of company his uncle was working with. He doesn't care. The important thing is that he gets a share of the proceeds from the sale, income is smooth, economic needs are met.

“You don't want to use your father's machete?”

Mardin was silent for a moment, remembering about the red machete, his father's only precious relic.

There were actually two of them, but only one was found. And now, those precious weapons are stored neatly in Mardin's boarding house.

Mardin did not want to touch his father's machete. It hurts too much to remember how sad he was in the past when he learned his father was killed by another killer.

“No, ah. I want to keep my father's relics well.” Mardin ruffled her red hair. “Again, red is not my style.”

“Color red color doang, Mard…. Mard. ‘pala you are also red.” Inserted mardin machetes into the skateboard slot.

Mardin noticed the long strands of her own red hair. “Aelah~ If it can be changed color, I will change to blue color. Only if replaced blue with this jamet style, would be expected MC game yaoi.”

“You are also strange to wear such an eccentric hairstyle,” comments Dimas again. “Where not to call jamet, try?”

“Eeeh... ‘kannya me a strange person. And I also want to be a community activist. Let interplanetary jams not be underestimated anymore. The only most handsome jamet ‘kan only me a.” Mardin flung his bangs up with his pedal. “In addition, my knees are also quite flexible you make joget ritual push bala ala community jamet.”

Dimas suddenly dumbfounded with a slightly gaping mouth and his round glasses slightly sagged hearing Mardin's antique speech.

Original, Dimas not strong have mad temen like Mardin gini. Strange behavior, jamet appearance, narcissistic anyway. Which genius would be proud to say himself a freak? This behavior of Mardin really made a lot of questions created in Dimas' head. Like, like,

What is the reason Dimas is alive?

When did Dimas die?

Why is Dimas tememenan the same jamet?

If Dimas wants to die, he dies in a state of virgin no longer. But, who wants to take her virgin? Girls on ogah deket-deket same guy geeky kayak Dimas.

Dimas. Oh, Dimas.

So the peasant chili on the alien planet seems more assured, deh.

“Aduh, Mardin..” Dimas touched his own chest. “Old impromptu stroke I saw your behavior like gini.”

“Yes, don't do it. Who will modify my weapon if not you?”

“So, our friendship is only limited to weapon modif?”

“How's it going? Want me to keep poking at you, so?”

“Hueeek! Disgust, ‘bastards!!!”

“Nyehahaha..!”

Mardin did not see the response of his best friend. The more they come here, the more bizarre their conversation will be.

“Udah, ah! Don't talk about it anymore. Entar turn really anyway.”

Dimas started handing over the Mardin skateboard that he had finished modifying. The futuristic-style skateboard looks clean and shiny, the blue motif between the black on the board also looks so striking.

For a moment Mardin noticed the appearance of his skateboard. Looks better and attractive, when lifted also feels lighter despite its large size and thick.

While Mardin was busy ascertaining the state of the skateboard, Dimas fad started talking on a different topic.

“Oh, yes, Mard. I was looking for good reading on an online novel app. Keep on, I found ‘tuh a good novel and really funny to read. Title ‘Dragon Swordsman Onar’. It was adapted into a comic anyway.”

“Oh?” Mardin began to shut up, but kept looking around at his skateboard.

Momentary Dimas chuckles, “Hehehee…. The novel had a stunning action, funny again. Unfortunately, the novel is often criticized scathingly by pro-writers. They say, kayak short novels are not suitable for kayak gini comedy, the language is not baku. Too tacky ‘lah according to them.”

“While many readers like regardless of the writing style that is not standard. In fact, it is better than reading other novels that average language style and writing it like the language of the dynastic era, really like reports of scientific work.”

Mardin remained silent. Sometimes trying to clean back the skateboard using a cloth on the table.

“But, Mard, I'm curious about the author. The name of the questioner is strange, InfluenzaHacuh. Which funny writer uses that weird pen name?”

Mardin tried to respond even though his face somehow became a bit tense. “Emm…. Believe me not if the author of the novel Dragon Swordsman Onar is me?”

“Eh?”

In a moment of silence, no one started the conversation again. Dimas is still gaping, not believing if the author of a funny novel that he likes is his own friend.

Seeing the silence of Dimas, Mardin hurriedly put a few pieces of paper money as payment for his skateboard modification earlier. Then, Mardin hurriedly ran out of the garage.

“MARDEEN!!! Really you are writing a damn novel?!! Basic temen ‘jantan!!”

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