Prince Without Crown
Pupilate

Chapter 06.

After the Earth Nail soldiers leave the place where there has been a fight between Raka Pati and his subordinate soldiers with a mysterious old grandfather, the mysterious old man, suddenly a thin, dry body that only lived the skin of the bone wrapper slid down from the top of a shady and very large tree.

"Hehehe..."

"Based on stupid soldiers. I want to hurt people." The grandfather said while chuckling. Then he immediately walked prancing away from the place.

This old man walked as usual. But in an instant he reached the end of the road.

If not for having the science of lightening the body that is perfect, where maybe a person who seems to be in the wind alone has fallen can do such a thing.

"Hmmm.. I need to find the mother of the baby boy immediately." The old man said to himself.

Who is this grandfather really?

Fifty years ago, the martial world was shocked by the presence of a young man who had knowledge that was difficult to measure his level.

No one knows from which group this swordsman at the beginning of his appearance. However, after he helped a lot of the weak and quell the black flow and one of the kingpins robbed the very high science of black squat and Warok brother, namely, it was there that the jungle pejilatan began to put it into the white stream group.

No one knows the name of the young man who has shocked the martial world because he himself does not know what his name is.

Because it has the nature and behavior like a person who is not sane and never serious in anything. So, the old people of the white group called it Santalaya.

For fifty years of misfortune traversed the martial world from the west end to the east end, countless numbers of black flow figures had died at his hands.

One day a black cult named Dirga angkara openly wanted to pit the science of pain with Santaya and ended with the death of Dirga angkara.

The two-day, two-night fight held on the menjangan hill was won in a prolonged duel.

It is said that the arena of worship has had a bad impact on the battlefield where until now the top of the mountain menjangan is no longer grown by a blade of grass, aka barren by their studies and knowledge untie him.

Long story short, now the menjangan hill has been barren and barren until now.

The fight of two top figures in the martial world is remembered in the jungle as a battle of death Bukit Menjangan.

However, in recent years the name and lunge of Santalaya has not been heard anymore.

Many people think that Eyang Santalaya has died of old age. Some say he lost a fight. But not a few who say that this Eyang Santalaya has resigned from the hustle and bustle of the martial world and secluded himself somewhere.

The news of his disappearance Eyang Santalaya greatly paled in the hearts of robbers and robbers so that they began to dare again show his nose and began to make noise everywhere.

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After being content to surround the forest around this carcass valley but not find anyone, finally Eyang Santalaya returned to his place of exile at the bottom of the deepest ravine of this carcass valley.

The old man was thin and very old and kept moving lightly like a pheasant jumping here and there. Occasionally he rested on his feet to a blade of grass and then deflated his body to float towards the rock on the cliff wall and blasted down with a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to do.

"Hehehe... Nice kid... Nice kid.. God has given me a baby boy. Hehe..."

"My fate is really good. This baby is a prospective student who will shake the martial world. pambasmi evil and defend the weak."

Eyang Santalaya immediately approached the boy and wanted to carry him.

After the child was in his arms, he suddenly felt something stuck.

Curiously, Eyang Santalaya immediately checked on something that felt stuck.

When Eyang Santalaya checked, he now appeared behind the child's cloth tucked into something hard wrapped in yellow silk.

"What's this?" Said Eyang Santalaya while taking the thing out from inside the yellow-gold silk cloth.

"Huh? Keris. Hmmmm... The smell of this curry is very fragrant. Looks like this kris is very lucky." Eyang Santalaya Gumam.

He immediately watched the dagger closely and began to be interested to see what the original form of the lucky weapon looked like.

But as powerful as anything Eyang Santalaya exerted his outer and inner strength, still the keris could not be unsheathed from his warangka.

Eyang Santalaya was already bathing in sweat this time. But the keris still can not be removed from the holster.

"What devil's this?" Said Eyang Santaya disappointedly and then wrapped the keris back and will store it into a secret room in the cave.

But not to mention Eyang Santalaya went far, The baby was crying loudly.

Eyang Santaya was shocked and came back to the baby, when the baby was silent and did not cry anymore.

"Hmmm.., Bad boy." Said Eyang Santalaya stepping back to save the keris.

Once again the baby was crying loudly.

Repeatedly the incident made Eyang Santalaya think hard.

"This child. Is it because of this keris?" Said Eyang Santalaya wondering.

He then stepped closer to the baby and placed the kris right next to the baby's body and immediately stepped away. But the surprise was that the baby was no longer crying.

"Hmmmm. Surely this brat can't be separated with this kris." Said Eyang Santalaya guessing.

Eyang Santalaya was overjoyed in his heart for making friends at the bottom of this carcass valley. This was because during his several years of seclusion, he had absolutely no one as a friend or even a friend.

He who was very happy to get this award immediately carried his prospective student while laughing happily. But shortly after that he immediately stopped his laughter when he felt a warm liquid flowing and soaking his body.

"Less acid. You bad boy. You pissed on me." Said Eyang Santalaya while grumbling a short length.

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