The Musafir

Cities that Get Attacks

Two days after his meeting with Chitra Anggini, Mantingan also arrived in Agrabinta region. On the border of the region there was no war, but found some objects of war.

After Mantingan crossed the border, half a day later Mantingan found a city of medium size.

When viewed from the outside, the city had shortly been attacked. A big hole in the city wall.

Although the city looks like it has been successfully broken into by attackers, but the city is seen to be making improvements to the city wall. Dozens of soldiers and local people were seen shoulder to shoulder carrying large stones and lifting them up using a series of ropes.

The mantle stood up and looked at them while clucking in admiration. If the manpower is deployed as much as that, Mantingan believes the city wall is completed in a short time.

“Young man, you look like a wanderer in need of money, do you want to work with us?”

The mantel awakens from his daydream. He was so nervous he didn't realize anyone was approaching. Although this time it is not dangerous, but this habit will be very dangerous later. Mantingan saw the man who offered him a job. A soldier who looked like a construction supervisor, put on a flat face while talking to Mantingan.

“Ah, Brother, I just want to stop in this city.”

“I offer you a job that is well paid, you really do not want?” ask again.

The mantle shook slowly. “Sorry, Brother, I just stopped for a while here, can not linger.”

The soldier nodded then let out a long breath. “Do not assume I forced you, Young man, we are looking for additional manpower so that this city is ready for the next attack.”

“Is there an attack threat, Brother?”

Himself nodded. “Because we managed to win the battle, those who lost became dissatisfied and threatened to attack again with even greater force. We don't know what to do, our soldiers are less to cope with those black streams.”

“Brothers, are there no warriors in the city who can be asked for help?” Manten frowned, according to him the army of ordinary humans against the warrior army is something that is not balanced, it is certain that the army of ordinary humans will lose.

“Young man, do you believe in the existence of warriors? I never believed it, which I believed such people ate special elixirs to the point of becoming powerful. There is no such person in the city, Young Man.”

The mantle shook slowly. “To which Brother checked the city?”

“I just ask the residents of the city, he said there are no magicians in the city at all, which there are sick people.”

“Brothers, it is always like that if you ask the citizens. Most warriors prefer to live stealthily instead of showing off their power in front of a vast delusion.” The mantle breathed a long breath. “Maybe I can help Brother in the business of finding them.”

“We'll see in the future.” The mantle smiled before stepping away.

The city gate was wide open, but the guests who were about to enter still had to show identification to the guard soldiers there. After showing his identification, Mantingan was allowed to enter the city.

The city is neither too crowded nor too crowded. There were not many guests who entered the city, of course they thought twice about getting into a city that had this kind of weak defense. The average passing in front of Mantingan is the construction workers.

The dust flew along with the stinging of the daytime sun. Mantingan bought the caping that was sold near the entrance of the city before continuing his journey through the city.

Buildings on the outskirts of the city look damaged and burned, surely the impact of the attack. Started to go inside, no longer visible buildings were destroyed, but the buildings were used for the benefit of the army.

Increasingly, the balaterara area has been passed and is now replaced with residential areas. But because some of the city's buildings were destroyed and some were used for military purposes, the residential area looks much denser.

The originally stretchy road is now beginning to narrow due to the presence of emergency tents. Children wander with dirty looks, when was the last time they got clean water to bathe. The clothes are transverse everywhere, scrambling to get sunlight to dry quickly.

The unpleasant aroma began to smell in dense residential areas like this. Body odor, pessing, rotten food, moist fungus, weathered aroma mixed into one. However, Mantingan did not look disturbed and still walked in the middle of those unpleasant smells, of course it was thanks to his habit of inhaling the scent of the Death Scent Flower that was more absorbent.

Arriving at this dense settlement, Mantingan began to feel the air of the existence of several warriors. The exact location of the warriors is unknown, but it is likely that they disguised themselves as ordinary people who were displaced. Blending in is the best way to disguise, very hard to find.

Mantingan decided to stop when he saw a small shop in the middle of the slum tents. Mantingan went into it without rejection from anyone, even his arrival was welcomed by the tavern owner.

“My first customer, please sit.” A middle-aged man smiled broadly at Mantingan. “What message do you want? Just say it, just say it.”

“One serving of lunch, just bring it according to what you want to serve.” Mantingan replied with a warm smile.

“Ah, alright. You will go to the kitchen for a while and serve food for children, do not change your mind and do not go anywhere.” For unclear reasons, the middle-aged man walked quickly towards the kitchen, while Mantingan sat on a long chair.

Mantingan see the condition of the shop where he will eat. It's sad to see the condition of the store is still good outside the store is not okay. The shop floor seemed to be cleaned all the time, until it looked like a shiny agate. The walls of the shop were also clean shiny. It is like heaven hidden in the midst of the darkness.

The dish came shortly from that. The middle-aged man came carrying a plate of food filled with rice and vegetables. Mantingan was a little surprised because the dish was ready in too short a time. The dish in front of the Mantingan looked like it was warmed up.

Noticing the change in Mantingan's expression, the shop owner said with an awkward smile, “It's .. forgive us, here there are no groceries except those given by the government as a donation, it's just we warm it up and give it a little spice.”