
Seeing the attitude of Jaka Kelana who was fixated in wonder, the two people looked at each other. While Jaka Kelana was scratching his head while saying.
"My name is Jaka kelana. Ma'af I don't
understand, what are you talking about. Where is that map
you guys get?" asked Jaka Kelana who was astonished.
"Hm... buddy! we thought this was an empty island. But not inhabited. The thing we were looking for was an Heirloom Sword called the Ice Core Heirloom Sword! This map we got from someone he didn't want to name!" sahut Bagus Ningrat who noticed
the young man's face was full of probing.
He was curious about the young man, whether he actually knew or just pretended.
"Ice Core Sword?" muttered Jaka Kelana who was astonished.
"I just heard the name of the Heirloom sword. It's strange! I don't know if there's any heirlooms on this island. Hm, don't-don't you be
being bullied by that guy. On this island there's not a single piece of heirloom!" exclaiming Jaka Kelana who stared at Bagus Ningrat.
Hearing Jaka Kelana's reply, Bagus Ningrat looked at each other with Miri Pala, that was the yellow-robed old man snorting.
"God! Can we just believe in your words" You certainly don't live alone on this island. If you had a teacher, your teacher would have known! You know, we will not return home without that Ice Core Heirloom Sword in our hands!" miri Pala said with ketus.
"Huh...has...has....!"
Hearing that, Jaka Kelana laughed so laugh until his body shaken.
As for the college men of Jejak Menggala immediately have made a posse around Jaka Kelana.
Each of them was ready to receive the order to snatch the tattered-clothed youth. However, dozens of people remained on guard with unsheathed weapons to face all the possibilities of the attack of the eagle who was still perched on the top of the tree.
"Let's know that on this island you will meet no one but me. I have six teachers. But everything is already in the ground. If you don't believe me, please check the whole place. At the top of the highest hill you will find a cave, and six graves lined up. Other than those six graves, you won't be able to find anyone. .he...! to my six teachers
knowing during life, of course the heirloom is already in my hands!"yelled Jaka Kelana in a rather loud voice.
His arms pointed towards the highest hill in the middle of the island. Almost all eyes were looking at it. And the atmosphere momentarily became silent.
"We'll check!" good Ningrat exclaimed that suddenly the voice of the young man broke the silence.
"Please! please do! I don't mind. If you get anything on that hill, just take it if you want!" jaka Kelana.
"Hm, Uncle Miri Pala and you Bendana, Balantra and Bojala and the two regubbers are here. The others are coming with me!" jaka Ningrat's orders to his men.
Soon the men split into two groups. The group of the most immediately
following behind Nice Ningrat. And the others stayed on guard in that place.
Jaka Kelana who noticed all that with a smile. He saw that all the Good Ningrat's men were watching him. But it also seems that there are those who watch over Jaya with a vigilant attitude.
Secretly in the heart of Miri Pala arises her intention to know where the science of genius Jaka Kelana. But he's not directly
carrying out intentions.
"Young buddy. May I know who all five of your teachers you've said are dead?" ask Miri Pala who stepped foot approaching Jaka Kelana.
"Hm, I never kept a secret about myself. They are the four Mad Kings, including the Tortoise Demon King and the other is the Weasel Demon King" replied Jaka Kelana.
"Four mad Kings, Demon Turtle Kings and Demon Weasel Kings?" miri Pala said aghastly.
"Ha..ha...ha! have you ever heard those names?" jaka asked Kelana with a loud laugh.
"Are they the ones who got the nickname the Six Mad Demons decades ago?" asked the curious Kulipala.
"He..he..he! not wrong!
My three teachers the Snake Demon King, Tiger Demon King, and the Crocodile Demon King have also told me!" jaka Kelana replied with a nod of her head.
"Oh, forgive my stupidity, young man. I didn't know you were their student. My teacher is best friends with all six of your teachers!" miri Pala was friendly.
"Hm, that? Do you know what your teacher's name is?" asked Jaka Kelana by looking at Miri Pala sharply.
"He is Ki Mowo Ireng, who has the title of Devil Skull!" Miri Pala with a sweaty face.
"Ha.ha., whoa...! then we are friends!" Seru Jaka Kelana as she looked at the three young men who were with Miri Pala..
"Yes! We are friends!" reply Bojalu and his two friends
simultaneously the three men were men jura in front of Jaka Kelana.
The young man retorted, but suddenly jumped back.
"Eh, first! My four teachers are indeed from the heretics, but have long washed their hands and did not appear in the martial world until the end of his life. As for the Turtle Demon King and Weasel Demon King I do not know what is done outside" said Jaka Kelana who began to be vigilant.
"Your teacher the Devil Skull is a vile and sadistic man!
as my three teachers had told me, the King of the Serpent Demon, the Tiger and the Crocodile! I can't claim you're best friends, because I don't know what you're doing outside!" continue to exclaim Jaka kelana.
"Hm, you're a pompous ass, buddy! In this world it is hard to be a good person! Your teacher was once a heretic, even your two teachers you don't know what he did outside. Is it not possible that your teachers will pass on evil to you!" reply exclaimed Miri Pala, who was immediately struck with a nod of the head
his three fellow students.
"Well, then it's up to you! the important thing is that I can admit you are my best friend when your actions are on the right path!" jaka Kelana said with a scratch on his head. He could not argue further.
"Good! aye! I can accept that! Let's just talk about something else!" miri Pala. This time he showed his usual attitude again.
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