Mardinal: The Assassin's Adventure
Chapter 25: Uncle Rom?

“Hah?”

Mardin thought of Uncle Rom's answer. If you think about it again, the Yatshuhama Guild is considered to be a lack of work to be willing to dig up information about the state of his father and himself. Unless there was indeed a possibility of them being refined as it was presumed that both of them brought benefits to the Guild.

That's why Mardin had to think again to save his father. There is a possibility that certain parties tried to trap him after knowing that Mardin is the son of the Satisfied Devil.

Uncle Rom answered again, “Guild Yatshuhama deliberately sought information about the two of you. Knowing that your father is alive, they will tell you and ask you to rescue him immediately. Because you're the only one who can free your father from the Midra.” Seal

“As far as I know, the Midra Seal can only be resisted by parasitic plants from Fona. You can use your parasites to remove the seal from the user's body. And again, you're his son. Which child is reluctant to risk everything to save his parents? Except for the son of a man.”

“And the advantage that the Yatshuhama Guild can take is your strength as well as your father.”

Mardin slightly widened his eyes. Now he began to understand the purpose of the Yatshuhama Guild.

“From your strength and manner of fighting, you are as strong as your father, potentially even stronger. The Yatshuhama Guild purposely helped you so that they could trust you, and later could more easily utilize your power.”

For a moment Uncle Rom stretched his body. Long sitting while chatting about serious things for a long time can make his body stiff, let alone his age is half a century.

“Aaah…. But, the name of living things must use each other. What distinguishes only the end result, whether it can be helping each other well, or one party even harmed.”

“But, on the other hand, Mard.” Uncle Rom went back to eating peanuts. “Em! The Yatshuhama Guild seemed to be trying to establish a good relationship with you. Uh! My explanation is muter-muter. Supposedly, I'll just say they want to have a good relationship with you. Wear the wrong idea if they're trying to use you, too. Yeah, sorry-sorry, here. Sometimes the mouth is still the habit of gossiping with the fathers in the post ronda.”

“Hahaha..

Mardin laughed at his uncle's words. In retrospect, Uncle Rom's estimation was the same as that of Dimas before, thinking that the Yatshuhama Guild was actually trying to establish cooperation with Mardin, in other words trying to be mutually beneficial.

“I also had the same story about this Dimas,” said Mardin while taking his glass, “and he also said, The Yatshuhama Guild is trying to build a mutual relationship with me. In other words, they helped me free Dad. And Dad's freedom includes bringing good luck to them.” Then go back to drinking soda.

“Yes, bring good luck to them of course because of the strength of the two of you,” said Uncle Rom anyway. “Ah! But, I don't smell any suspicious odors if one day your side will be harmed by the Yatshuhama Guild. Parasites inside your own body how to respond?”

While Mardin stroked his side of the neck, where Dros often came out to show himself. “She... advised me to accept their offer as it considers the power of the Midra Seal and the absorption effect by the Ru Energy absorbing machine to be considered dangerous for Father and affect also other things that are more serious. So, I have to handle it.”

“Then, what else do you need to think about? Your faith plants have given you a voice. If for example they are proven to try to use you in the sense that it will harm you in the future.” Uncle Rom hit his own palm. “Crash it! You ‘kan Mardin. No bumping, not Mardin his name!”

“So, you let me get involved with other Guilds?” ask Mardin not to believe it. The reason, Uncle Rom always reminded Mardin not to get into serious trouble with any assassin Guild.

Just the circumstances are different, there is the life of the most precious person in Mardin's life who must be saved.

Uncle Rom patted his own thighs. “Not that I want you to join them. The business is getting complicated. The business with them was just saving your father. If you are still confused or in trouble, you can ask your uncle for help.”

“Haha! Thank you, Uncle.”

With Mardin's spirit to greet Uncle Rom's hand. Now, Mardin has got a bright spot in making a decision. He was already determined to accept the offer from the Yatshuhama Guild to free his father. If they mess around, of course Mardin can handle it.

“Omong-by.” Mardin raised the package box on the bartender's desk. “This package wants to be delivered tonight, right?”

For a moment Uncle Rom looked awkward to answer, “I-iya, um. I'm just confused who will deliver this package later. Other children are busy, Ranma moreover, I also still have needs taken care of, if delivered tomorrow is not necessarily able to.”

“I'm the anter, Uncle,” bargain Mardin cheerful. “One more time, thank you for discussing this matter. You always help me in difficult times. I will definitely repay all your kindness and services from the time of still helping father to this day. I'm leaving first yes, Uncle!”

“Bang Ranma, I leave first, yes!”

Just finished serving one customer at the bartender table, Ranma just nodded flatly in return.

While carrying a package box, Mardin also slid out of the bar, even he had accidentally almost hit a waiter who was carrying a tray of drinks to customers. Of course Mardin had apologized before finally really out the door of the bar.

After Mardin left the bar, Uncle Rom's relaxed expression now turned tense, his gaze sharp as if holding back wrath at something. Seeing the change in his father's expression made Ranma approach him.

“You okay, Dad?” ranma asked flatly, but her feelings felt anxious.

Without looking, Uncle Rom moved out of his chair. “I have business in my work space. If anyone starts, say I can't be found until tomorrow.”

“Eh, Dad?”

Ranma had not had time to confirm the state of Uncle Rom, the middle-aged man immediately passed into his study. I don't know what Uncle Rom is thinking right now, maybe something very serious. If Uncle Rom doesn't intend to talk about this to Ranma, he doesn't need to interfere.

When Ranma was still standing behind the bartender's desk, one colleague came to him while wiping the glass, his gaze was instead fixed towards the figure of Mardin who had come out of the bar.

“So it's Mardin, right?” asked his partner to break Ranma's daydream. “She's an agile child, yes.”

Ranma turned his hazel eyeballs. Again worried about his father's problems, even talking about the bad boy.

“Iya, frisky. Kayak beaver electrocuted.”

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Uncle Rom's workspace looks clean and tidy. The design and furniture are many made of golden brown wood shades of west, adding a unique impression ala cowboy atmosphere.

Right now, Uncle Rom is standing next to his desk, looking around for the number he wants to call on his cell phone. His facial expression tried to restrain emotions, not wanting anger to control the mind that would make his common sense disturbed.

There's something very important Uncle Rom needs to discuss with the person he wants to contact. He demanded all explanations for this important matter.

“If it's not wrong, it's the number.”

After confirming the correct number, Uncle Rom contacted him. No matter how long the call was picked up by the other person. Without further ado, Uncle Rom spoke as loudly as possible.

“If you intend to harm Mardin and his father, I will never forgive you, Luan!”

….

Across the call, someone sits casually leaning against his wide sofa while looking at the beautiful view of the cyberpunk city on the top of the building where he is. One hand moved slowly fanning himself using a folding fan patterned with flowers typical east.

His face was not visible as a result of being blocked by the shadow of the dimly lit room wall. But a little lower part of his face was illuminated by the light, revealing a glimpse of a trivial smile.

“Ah~ Jump to the point only, huh? Supposedly, we mince words for a while because we haven't called each other like this, Romie...”.

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