Candrasa Hurip
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Alfha City survived. Dynamite was discovered by the knights, a total of about fifty to a hundred more were secured and destroyed. The explosive power of the thing was able to rival the seventh level magic, so many people were taking advantage of this state and storing dynamite for personal gain.

Power-hungry governments, often when going to revolt against the state or overthrow the king using dangerous and threatening objects. Therefore without having the Hurip government hunt down anyone who stole dynamite, he was reluctant to feel afraid again of a weapon.

"Give me that dynamite.." Hurip stared intently at the other person, "quick get it out!"

"Heeehh.." the long-bearded man grinned widely before shouting, "you're going to blast me with all the human fuckers in this countryside. Ahhaha!"

Hurip let out a long sigh while looking at the two shoes. Not because it was dirty, but rather he hid a thin smile and a happy expression mixed with anger. Suddenly the flames wiped out Hurip's existence, in the blink of an eye, suddenly appearing to have been in front of the crazy noble's back.

Before he could react, he kept Candrasa touching the right waist of this man. Instantly he screamed in pain. The serration like duty of the saw cut something slowly, sharply rotating nonstop, making the ja squealing in pain loudly echoing in his palace-like residence.

"Ah, you are very noisy." whispered Hurip near his ear despite being ignored. Already losing a lot of blood, Hurip flipped the sword stalk, turning Candrasa into an axe. Hurip cut the opponent's body into two pieces without a hint of guilt, instead, his face looked happy.

The worse the man Hurip attacked was still alive and felt excruciating pain, the soul still had not lifted a leg on his body. As a result this man screamed until the vocal cords broke, resulting in only a mouse-like squealing sound. Hurip carved out a thin smile, flipped the axe wearing a blunt piece, then hit the head of the man in front of it giving torment.

After Hurip grew tired of human toys, he took a breath and went out of the man's magnificent residence. He opened the door to find the knights waiting. As soon as Hurip gave a small nod they hurriedly took care of the remnants of Hurip's work.

"Grf.." Hurip smiled slightly, "your soul can very well be called sweet. At least that's why your blood doesn't taste so good."

"Hey..!" someone from a distance. "Are you the hero master? Please stop banging!" A teenager screamed like he was panicking.

Hurip biting his finger. With a heavy heart as the steps stopped Hurip put on a face that did not care to speak, "what is it?" As long as it's grounded, "if this kid just wants to be petted half his head will be crushed."

When it came to anything other than the mere wishes of the children, Hurip had guessed when this boy attempted to ask for help, but he only carried a bag full of bronze coins. Hurip patted his cheeks as he was awakening from the daydream, nodding and stretching out his hands.

While asking this boy to explain the characteristics of the monsters that attacked the village. Hurip only knows the nearest village. A portal appeared, a form similar to a tear spewing a monster or better known as a skull dragon. The corpse of the dragon had become a skull, but the soul was still attached.

"Great space-shifting magic" the boy was stunned at the hero in front of his face.

"Is this the monster?" Ask Hurip.

"Yes right!" The boy nodded, "it is this that destroyed the houses of my village!"

Of course Hurip felt lazy to serve a dragon without reason that has a rotten soul due to hatred of murderous creatures. Black threads popping out of his shadow, he creates a puppet rendered one-third of the original Hurip consciousness and mind or user.

"Ah, hero lord, watch" this boy gaped as he swerved, "uh...where is he?"

Hurip wanted calm given that the cloth-wrapped wound had not healed, instead, a perpetrator resulted in the bandage coming off and reopening the wound. He just looked down at the ground, didn't care about anything and locked his mouth tightly.

Hurip returned to Alfha city to rest, instead he changed the direction of the destination. Drinking or bar. Before entering to meet women who roam, teasers or prostitutes, make Hurip quite disgusted and just want to forget all the things that hurt even if only temporarily.

"O'ooh Mr. Hurip, please, what business do you have coming here.." the bartender wiped a friendly smile before saying, "don't ask me to close or threaten to shut this place down. I beg you."

"No.." Hurip shook his head while glancing in various directions before saying, "give me a drink that contains quite a bit of alcohol."

"Did?!" The people around who knew Hurip were silent for a moment as if they lost their minds. As long as the hero is opposed to the night entertainment activities, sit back and wait for the order with a calm face.

An hour passed, Hurip had immunity to drunkenness as well as poison so this man had started to finish three bottles. Pale face with my eyes. Hurip had been swallowed with great sadness, without being able to ask for help, if he was a hero who helped many people.

"You are a helper. Who will be your helper?" Said a woman. The voice that Hurip recognized, made Hurip look back.

"Alianty?"

"duh. I told you, call me Alia." Alia sat down to order a drink. Hurip let out a long sigh glancing sideways, that Alia developing her lips slightly showed a sense of joy meeting.

When Alia intended to open her mouth to converse with Hurip. Suddenly the interlocutor got up from the seat, making Alia silent and lost her words. Hurip kept his legs together, with sharp eyes, watching everyone and carving the faces of the fugitives.

Just touch Hurip sculpted the front of the exit, if the sound of a fight and the sound of Alia in pain caught his hearing. He quickly turned around, immediately rushed over to Alia's place, he immediately landed a punch to a person.

"Well!.." the drunk took a step back, "want what you huh?" Said the angry-faced drunk man about to return the collision.

"What's wrong?" Hurip brushed off the drunk's hands, "say and answer my questions first!"

"So I talked to myself to be your team, but a human suddenly came asking me to be the ninth wife.." Alia blushed red while throwing her face away playing a finger.

He stared intently at the drunkard's face, unsheathed Candrasa and cut off his head with a blink of an eye and set off a commotion at the bar. Alia attempts to leave, but Hurip stops the girl. Hurip clasped the collar of Alia's clothes close their faces together, creating a blushing smile in a smooth cheekbones with her beautiful face.

"If you want to come back to me. So, accompany me tonight." said Hurip, making Alia even more embarrassed. Even the people around them seemed to lose their minds, for Alia this was ordinary, but the first time Hurip showed his true nature in the public led to the overwhelming astonishment of the satrian figure.