The Musafir

The Waiter's Playground

That afternoon Mantingan arrived at a shop in the Karang Sindulan region. It was a large store that ventured to open a booth in the middle of the war, the care in this shop was so tight. Manten occupied the end table on the second floor, there were only a few people there.

Someone came and asked Mantingan for orders. “Good day, Sir. What message is this afternoon?”

“Ah, don't call me that. I want to order rice, boiled vegetables, and some side dishes. Please don't bring too much.”

The servant looked at Mantingan with a strange look. Seeing from his appearance alone, Mantingan looks like a bum—although his face is handsome though. Actually the waiter had the intention of expelling Mantingan by changing the price of his order to be more expensive, now he was more convinced after hearing the strange answer from Mantingan. In his prejudice, Mantingan was a madman.

“Nice plate, boiled spinach, and grilled fish. How, Brother?”

The mantle nodded in response.

“The price is twenty pieces of gold.”

Mantingan scrunched his forehead, only this time he found a food with a very expensive price like that. But then Mantingan realized that this large store must have hired care that was not cheap for the safety of its customers. Then back Mantingan nodded his head in response.

The waiter was quite surprised to see Mantingan easily nodding his head. The price of the food was actually two gold pieces only, it already included guarding, but he overestimated it in hopes of expelling Mantingan.

“I request payment in advance, Brother.” The waiter tried another way, he was also worried that Mantingan would not pay after eating.

The coat mindlessly took out twenty pieces of gold and gave them to the servant. After all, the contents of the current Mantingan bundle were filled with gold pieces, he did not heavy-heartedly spend money if it was for the sake of kindness.

The waiter was more unexpected, but immediately took the usual stance. As long as the customer has enough money, he will still serve. “Brother please wait, the dish will be up soon.”

The servant left in the hope that Mantingan did not realize his mistake. But Mantingan had already noticed the attitude of such a servant earlier, he could only shake his head and smile.

The few moments that passed were spent Mantingan leaning and straightening the legs. Some shop patrons stare at him with dislike, others choose to be indifferent. The mantel smiled awkwardly, he was indeed wearing clothes that had been dirty. Not that the young man did not want to change his clothes, but even if he changed it would be useless, all his clothes were dirty. The mantan does not know where to wash his clothes.

A moment later the dish Mantingan message was brought. A plate of rice, boiled spinach vegetables, and grilled fish. Not only did the dish he received, but it also received eighteen pieces of gold meant as change. Mantingan did not bother about it, he chose to eat his dishes only.

Until we see a sword-scored guard who goes up to the second floor. He circulated his gaze throughout the room, then it was locked on Mantingan's dining table. His feet moved towards the spot he was looking at.

Mantingan realized that, but chose to keep quiet until the guard came to him himself.

“Brother, can you leave this store immediately?” Without much ado, the guard said.

Mantingan raised his gaze and frowned. “For what, Brother?”

“Brothers don't have to pretend anymore. I know you are a warrior who doesn't want to make a fuss here. But as a black swordsman, Brother remains off limits here.”

“Brothers, we still respect you because you are stronger than all of us, please feel sorry for us.”

“I won't bother you. Really the content of my mind is not the same as the swordsmen of most black streams. Here just for a meal, Brother.”

The swordsman looked confused as to what to reply, he himself did not want to offend Mantingan, but on the other hand he had to guard this tavern from all sorts of dangerous threats.

The mantel does not know how. The food was only half-used, and he didn't like it if this had to be wrapped up and eaten later.

“Brother, how can I guarantee you won't make a fuss?”

“I don't know it myself, Brother. But for real I will not make this store so wretched as long as I am here.”

Not just any words Mantingan said that. He has said he will not make the shop so wretched as long as he is there, which is the same as protecting the shop until the meal is finished.

The Swordsman realized that the words Mantingan spoke were not just any words, he also saw how sincerity Mantingan eyes emitted. It is as warm as the sun, which shines without asking for anything in return. So that he, inevitably put his trust in Mantingan.

“Brother, I have heard that a stream cannot guarantee the attitude of a swordsman. White breeders can be evil-hearted, and black flow warriors can be good-hearted. Please do not deny my trust in Brother.”

The mantle nodded and smiled. “Thank you, Brother."

The guard finally stepped down from the second floor. Although the guard had trusted Mantingan, but not so with the customers on the second floor. They did not stare at Mantingan anymore, nor did they look at him. It is well known that black warriors are easily offended, easily burned by anger. Eye glance alone could already offend the black flow swordsman, it could also make his sword separate the head from the neck.

There were also those in his heart who hated Mantingan very much. According to him, black-flow warriors are the source of the chaos that is happening today. However, those people did not dare to show it to Mantingan.

Mantingan chose not to bother about it. Since the beginning of the practice, Mantingan had guessed something like this would happen someday. He was prepared and his chest received it. Back Mantingan continue his meal.

At the end of Mantingan's meal, a shouting voice managed to shock everyone in the tavern, not least on the second floor. Mantingan stopped his eating motion, watching what was happening through his sharp hearing.

The voice of the shout was difficult to distinguish whether it came from a man or a woman, because if the man had screamed his voice almost matched the voice of a woman. But the next thing Mantingan heard immediately gave light to what had happened.

“Punish us, forgive us! We will give you all the money that is here, but please do not mind us!”

“Bang*at! Is your friend's corpse not enough to scare you?!”

Mantingan let out a long sigh, it seemed like he would be slightly repotted this afternoon.