THE SUN GOD SWORD
Suspicion of the Duke of Lingga
It took quite some time for the Duke of Lingga when he heard the news that Prince Miksan Jaya was still alive and in the outside world, along with Lakuning Banyu. He was the one who had always been together with the Prince, when clashing against the Demon Bats aided by the traitors.
Once again he looked at the figure of Sungsang Geni sitting cross-legged on the rock, outside the makeshift tent. Together with the young man, the big and black wolf was always faithfully crumbling behind his body.
“If Prince Miksan Jaya is still alive, then why does he not return to this country?” ask the Duke of Lingga. “Didn't this look quite strange, Prince Miksan Jaya seems to not care about his country anymore?”
“Hamba understands what is meant by Nak Adipati. But I am sure to come to this country, is not something that is easy to do, especially for Prince Miksan Jaya. Everyone knows his face, he can be a figure to be hunted to death in this Negri.”
Adipati Lingga's forehead wrinkled, “Then what about the foreign youth? How did he get into this country? have you asked how?”
Ki Demang was silent for a moment, he indeed never asked how the young man had come to Negri Tumenang. The mist of illusion will mislead anyone who intends to penetrate it, except for those who hold the sign.
“Already expected!” Duke Lingga let out a long sigh. “Maybe he is an enemy sent by the enemy, to steal an heirloom book in this place.”
Shaken Ki Demang along with 4 holy warriors in the tent. For a long time they did not discuss the book of inheritance stored in this place, until today the word comes out of the mouth of the Duke of Lingga.
The eyes of Duke Lingga turned towards the roaring large waterfall. Right behind the waterfall, there is a secret room. The face of the door can only be passed while crawling, but inside it will get a spacious room. Inside the room was an heirloom book that supposedly stored the original martial techniques of the Ghost Valley Country.
Outside the makeshift tent, Sungsang Geni gave a small smile. He heard all the secret chatter of the Duke of Lingga and Ki Demang, but never expected, this place also kept an heirloom book.
Sungsang Geni pretended not to hear, nor did he glance towards the waterfall that was said to be the entrance. He closed his eyes, immediately did some meditation.
Not long after, one of the holy warriors came to the young man. From the deep energy felt, the man may have been at the top of the swordsman pick a match, or may have been at the beginning of the swordsman without a match.
“Light Weekner!” said the holy swordsman in a slightly harsh tone. “Lingga Duke asks you to meet him.”
Sungsang Geni opened his eyes slowly, turning upwards at the burly man with his waist-length bushy hair braided. The man's eyes were so deep, with thick eyebrows and bewok filling his entire face.
Behind his body, a sword with a white handle patterned skull. At least that sword belonged to the intermediate level, or perhaps the high level.
Sungsang Geni went into the makeshift tent, inside the tent there was no one else but the Duke of Lingga. KI Demang had already left before the young man entered with a slightly irritated face, there was a small debate between them.
“Light debutor!” duke of Lingga. “Please sit!”
Sungsang Geni sat on a wooden chair, while the Duke of Lingga still stood and poured a cup of wine for Sungsang Geni.
“Ma'af I don't drink wine,” said the Sun Youth.
“Besides wine,” says Sungsang Geni.
Duke Lingga's face was a little bad, but he still poured ordinary water into a bamboo cup for Sungsang Geni.
“I heard you are from outside the Kingdom of Tumenang?” duke Lingga asked, he was still standing watching Sungsang Geni from his hair to the tip of his foot. “This negri has illusion fog defense, how could you possibly arrive at this place?”
“By entering through its gate.” Sungsang Geni answered tightly, he was able to guess the direction of this conversation, like being interrogated.
“The Gate will open if you show the key, do you have the key?”
“I don't need a key to enter, I just..”.
“People who enter the house without a key are thieves.” said to the Duke of Lingga, the look of his face became redder than before, the tone of the man's voice also sounded a little heavier.
“The thief can also log in by using the key.” Sungsang Geni smiled slightly. “This chat will not end well, preferably the Duke to be frank. What are you gonna ask? All your soldiers have surrounded this place to hold me. And the wine that you wanted to give to me earlier you were poisoned, so you became upset.”
Hearing those words Duke Lingga became surprised, his eyes red glared at his lips about to speak but it did not happen. It is true, the emergency tent has been surrounded by soldiers.
Even some of them had already lit a fire at the tip of the arrowhead, preparing to kill the young man if only they managed to escape from within the tent.
Commander Ireng had intended to fight but the 4 holy warriors managed to wrap a knot on the big wolf, and was now tied to a boulder with four ropes tangling its neck. While Ki Demang, looks not wrinkled at all, he is surrounded by 3 soldiers with scary faces.
“Lingga Duke, no profit for you to hold back and maybe want to kill me.” Sungsang Geni's gaze had already turned sharp, a hot aura started to pour out from within his body. “If you suspect I'm going to pick up an heirloom book in this place, then you're wrong. I don't care about the Valley of Ghosts, this place and also you, the only one that keeps you alive right now, because I can see you care so much about your people.”
“Bagai...how did you know about the heirloom book?” the voice of the Duke of Lingga.
“Didn't you say it yourself?”
The duke of Lingga gulped bitterly, he glanced at the rock where Sungsang Geni was sitting. The distance between the makeshift tent and the stone was quite far, Duke Lingga had already lowered his voice, but it was impossible for his words to be heard by Sungsang Geni.
Unless it was Ki Demang who had informed him of this information, the Duke of Lingga was pretty sure the old man was the culprit of all this. The man peeled a short length, even blaming the 8 warriors on guard. Of course, because they were this young man in the Snake Valley.
“I don't believe your tongue, a stranger's speech is just a joke.” Elevating the tone of voice of Duke Lingga.
“So yes, it's a pity that I don't care,” Sungsang Geni smiled bitterly, stood up from his seat, “if one of you tries to hurt Ireng and also Ki Demang, <TAG1>, I'll make sure this place collapses with all of you.”