Disguised as a Mongol

Marini's body leaned against a tree trunk with her head tilted to the right. With such an appearance, her face looked calm. The haughty look that had previously appeared when she woke up earlier collapsed instantly.

However, Jagat didn't look at her for too long because the bustling sound of horse treads could already be heard chasing each other. They simply passed by Jagat Wengi's hiding place.

With a thousand-step move, Jagat immediately ran and jumped from one tree to another. Chasing a herd of five horses.

They were heading towards the village where Jagat and Marini had originally gone. The five black-clad sect members did not immediately enter the village gate. They first organized a plan to capture them.

Jagat could read from their lips that they were dividing the team to search the village.

"Capture them alive!"

Four people entered the village. Two spread out to the left and two to the right. The one waiting in front of the village gate was probably their leader.

It was now up to Jagat to decide whether to arrest their leader or wait for his men to return, then follow them to the headquarters.

It was a difficult decision since his goal was to retrieve Sawung Bumi's book only. And he had very little information.

The only way was to infiltrate. And that would take a long time because he was completely blind to their location.

An hour later, two members came out of the village, followed by two more. They had the same report of Jagat's absence inside. The two inns had been checked, as well as the taverns.

"Alright. Let's go back to the headquarters. No big deal it seems. You go to the tavern owner and reconfirm the report."

The last order from his leader made Jagat's hope come back. A plan was immediately formulated in his head. One person had been ordered to return to the shop. That meant he could approach that person and befriend him.

Yes. Jagat's new plan was to befriend the member of Kala Racun. How would he do that?

He would disguise himself as a Mongol. Armed with his new language skills, he will enter the headquarters of Kala Racun.

But he would need to make some changes to his face. Some Mongols are narrow-eyed with big cheeks and short stature, but narrow eyes are also found in Mongol warriors from China.

Jagat then thought hard again. He remembered when he had seen Mongol soldiers at the Kediri palace in the past.

Mongol was a world empire that had controlled many regions. Some of the soldiers were taken from the conquered countries. And one of them was the Kingdom of Champa (Vietnam). Their physical characteristics are not much different from the Javanese.

Jagat would use the opportunity to infiltrate and he needed a new look with his hair tied up. A little makeup on the face. Perhaps he will rub charcoal under his eyes.

Clothes can be taken from people's homes. It was okay to switch to a clothes thief for a while.

And the last thing. She needed fake blood. Pretending to be injured would certainly open their hearts. Jagat hoped that the news from Arya Mandana that the Mongol escapees had allied with the black sect.

After all the preparations were done. Jagat immediately rushed back to the crossing tavern to meet the members of Kala Racun.

The clothes he stole were already stained with blood. His face and neck were not much different.

The first thing he did was to immediately pound on the table in Mongolian. The shopkeeper, who was chatting with the members of Kala Racun in the kitchen, was immediately surprised by the arrival of a stranger in front of him.

The first attitude to show in disguise is confidence.

Jagat grumbled incessantly with a hand gesture asking for a drink. It was already late afternoon. The tavern guests gradually came out in fear, not wanting to get into trouble with the Mongols.

The buzz caught the attention of the members of Kala Racun. His feet shifted slightly as he stepped out of the kitchen to confirm the presence of the foreign guests in the tavern.

He watched silently as Jagat continued to speak in Mongolian. Showing the member that he was not well.

"What's with the Mongols?" the shop owner whispered to the members of Kala Racun before he delivered the drinks.

"I don't know. It looks like he just got into a fight. But where are his friends?"

"I heard their leader approached you? Is that true?"

"Already. Do your duty in the kitchen. I'll ask him questions."

The Kala Racun member then approached Jagat's table and asked with a gesture of his hand tugging at his own shirt.

Jagat understood immediately. While speaking Mongolian, he acted out the fighting scene with his agile hand movements. Then he pointed to the member's chest.

With a furrowed brow and glaring eyes, the member tried to understand the meaning of Jagat's gesture.

"I'm Gawuh. What's your name?" The member asked back with the same gesture.

It took a while for Jagat to answer the name question. He tried again to remember his arrival at the palace. The warriors chatting in the garden and everything within the range of his eyes.

"Chuong!" Jagat raised his voice as he had heard and seen in the Kediri palace in the past.

"Cuwong?"

Jagat nodded vigorously to get this name-talking over with, because next he was going to mention a name he knew.

"Ulagan .... Ulagan!"

Gawuh was immediately surprised to hear the name of the leader of the Mongol escapees. Ulagan was the commander of the Mongol army that had escaped from Majapahit.

Jagat's next cue was that he wanted to return to his base but was quite embarrassed. He asked Gawuh for help to clean himself up.

And the last gesture he gave was a finger gesture that showed enough gold pieces for his wages. Of course Gawuh was happy to hear it and with high spirits he immediately called the shop owner.

"You wait here. I'll find a horse for you!" Gawuh said with a hand gesture.

Cuwong aka Jagat nodded happily but after Gawuh's body disappeared, his face returned to its original tightness. He had successfully passed the first step. He did not expect that his new ability could be useful too.

But he seemed to be a mute person if he spoke like with hand signals. It was tiring to imagine speaking with gestures like before.

The sound of horses could be heard coming not long after the member left. A guest and his shadow were caught by Jagat's eyes on the table and floor he was standing on. Since he was facing the kitchen of the shop, he didn't know who the guest who had just entered was.

But the woman's voice calling out to the waitress instantly demoralized Jagat and his plan that was about to fail miserably.

Marini was fully awake and her body was too weak to ask the waitress for some warm ginger water. She also asked for some spices to neutralize the poison again.

A glance from Jagat caught Marini's eye. Misbehaving, Jagat didn't dare to look back at her. He just hoped that the member would soon come and bring him a horse.

But again the shop owner broke his cover. With a happy smile, he handed over a jug of wine. But his eyes slightly glanced at Marini who had been sought out by the members of Kala Racun.

This is certainly not good. The members could get into a fight with Marini and the plan would fail miserably.

"Our best wine, sir. Please have a taste. Free of charge."

The shopkeeper's body bowed slightly as he poured the wine into the cup. It obviously attracted Marini's eyes to look at this foreign guest.

When her order arrived, Marini unsuspectingly asked the waiter who delivered it under the watchful eye of the shopkeeper.

"Mongols," the waiter replied after Marini asked with a lift of his head.

After the waiter left, the sword sheathed at Marini's waist immediately moved to Jagat's neck. The jug on his table fell to the floor in shock.

"How dare you Mongols drink in this tavern. You have killed many of my brothers. Waiter! Bring me the rope. This is a good catch!"

The waiter did not come out. From the direction of the kitchen, the tavern owner could only peek out in fear. But he saw the signal from Jagat's eyes to get out of the shop immediately.

The waiter and the shopkeeper ran out. Though Jagat's order was just a ploy from him to talk to Marini.

"Hey fool! It's me, Jagat."

"What?"

Without letting go of her sword, Marini shifted forward. Making sure the recognition was the same as what she saw.

"Jagat?"

Jagat nodded slowly and a hard slap from the woman immediately landed on his cheek.

Plaak!

"How dare you poison me?" The sword was sheathed again, but her anger had not stopped as she poured the wine in the cup onto Jagat's body. "Why are you like this?"

"Listen. Calm down first. I have a plan."

Jagat shared his plan to infiltrate Kala Racun's headquarters as a Mongol warrior. Now he was waiting for the members of Kala Racun to give him a horse.

And he asked Marini to just go back to his school.

"Trust me. I will definitely return the book to you."

"You can't. I have to go undercover with you."

"Crazy! How is that possible? What do you want to be?"

Before Marini could answer, the horses of the members of Kala Racun could be heard approaching.

"There's no more time. Now attack me. Make me your prisoner."

"What?"

"Hiaaat!"

Marini kicked Jagat's body until he bounced backwards into the table when he wasn't ready to respond to Marini's offer.

"Hurry up and reply!"

"Crazy woman!"

Marini again attacked Jagat with a single leap over the table. But this time she didn't punch or kick. Instead, she whispered softly. "Catch me. Fool! Quickly

"What's going on?"

Jagat immediately did what Marini asked. He immediately hit Marini in return for the kick. The member caught his body and said happily.

"Good job Cuwong. This is the woman I was looking for earlier. But where is the man."

Speaking Mongolian, Jagat walked away with a signal to Gawuh to take him to Kala Racun's headquarters.

The infiltration had begun. For the first time in the history of his profession, he had brought a woman to participate in the theft of a book.