The Musafir
Plan to Help the City
"But my attitude is not that black. My intention is purely to help and fulfill the teacher's message to help the weak.”
“You're getting harder and harder to believe."
The officer stared at the sharp Mantingan. In his mind, he needed the power of a warrior like a Magician's Manten, but did not also dare to take risks if the Mantan attacked from within.
“There will be some soldiers watching you, I still can't put trust in a stranger like you.”
The mantan nodded his head, it was fine to watch his movements with just a few ordinary soldiers. “Empire, if you don't mind, may I borrow one room to make Magic Throw?”
The officer nodded once and said, “Yes, you can also get a room and a toss for your work. How many days do you need to make a hundred Magic Throws?”
Mantingan thought for a moment before answering, “It takes at most two days.”
The officer nodded slowly. “My soldiers will deliver you later, you just wait in front.”
The mantis agreed to that and moved out the tent. The officer called his soldiers into the tent. The mantans waited for a while until several heavily armed soldiers came out of the tent and approached him.
“Brothers, please don't mind us watching you.” One of them said, “we will show you where the residence you can use Brother.”
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The mantle scratched his head after he was shown the thump the officer was referring to. The splinters that the Mantas saw were not Magic Throws. It was an ordinary lontar, which of course magic spells could not work in it.
“Is there no Magic Throw?” The mantle looked up and asked.
“Only this is all the pitches we have, the amount is 2,000 sheets.”
“For what do you guys have this much ejection?”
“We stopped by this city while carrying lontar for correspondence in the eastern region.”
Mantingan took a long breath. Although there are many, but still can not be used to make magic spells. Unless those spouts are turned into Magic Throws. However, the making is complicated and takes a lot of time.
Having no other choice, the Spell decided to turn ordinary spouts into Magic Throws. He knows how, but never does.
“Please find a large furnace and provide plenty of water. Prepare the spices I wrote here, bring also a large net that can to drain hot water.” Mantingan wrote some of the spices necessary for the making of the Magic Throw, the note he gave to one of the soldiers who was watching him.
“We will prepare as soon as possible, Brother.” Two soldiers stepped away, while the rest of the soldiers were still watching over Mantingan.
“Are you guys going to keep seeing me like this?”
“Sorry, Brother, we are only carrying out orders.”
The mantan smiled stiffly before turning over and reentering his room. Inside that sizable room, only one soldier entered to watch over the Mantingan.
The room lent for Mantingan is quite comfortable to use. The temperature in the room is cool, making it easier for Mantingan to think. The whole room was made of wood, except for the lanterns hanging on the wall.
The spell took out all the Magic Throws he had. His hand picked up the engraver and began to write down the trapping spell.
In making a trapper throw, using high speed will even damage the magic spell itself. A warrior who usually moves fast must slow down like an ordinary human.
The soldier who was waiting for the Mantingan looked furious. He just sat and watched Mantingan from time to time, while the young man he watched seemed to enjoy even slowing down his activities.
Mantingan threw a paddle of basic science books at the soldier who was watching him. “You can read this book if you're bored. Sitting still like that is a waste of time. I'm not going anywhere.”
“Brother, you don't try to trick me.”
The mantan raised his eyebrows once before shaking slowly, he again set down the pallawa script above the Magic Throw.
The soldier said not at first, but he also embatkan the martial book given Mantingan. After all, he remained interested in becoming a master swordsman. He is still an ordinary soldier. Seeing that made Mantingan laugh slowly.
The door was knocked several times before opening by itself, a soldier said that the items Mantingan ordered had come. Mantingan completed his last script before rising to his feet.
“Where did you guys put it?”
“Furnaces we put in the yard, while spices ...” The soldier showed a pouch that gave off a thick aroma. “I brought him here.”
The mantan nodded slowly and received the bag containing the spices, he then walked out of the house, the soldiers escorting behind him. The mantan nodded several times when looking at the large furnace according to his estimation.
“Aduh, how can I forget.” The mantle patted his forehead. “Burning wood please.”
The soldiers nudged each other and told his friend to do the task, no one was excited enough to do that.
“Ah, then let me alone look for it ..”
“Do not, let one of us do that.”
In their minds, following Mantingan away in search of firewood would be even more tiring, they had also been commemorated not to carry Mantingan too far from his residence.
Finally they made a decision to send three people looking for wood in the rubble of the city building, three people who were sent were the ones who lost the lottery.
Mantingan did not return into his room, he surrounded the residence lent to him, looking around while crossing his arms back. The soldiers trailing behind him cursed loudly in their hearts, thinking that the Mantingan was deliberately pranking them by going around like this. What can be done, they still have to follow the mantingan.
“Do not complain much.” The mantel breathes fresh air. “So you guys said, you're just following orders. So walk with full devotion. Breathe this fresh air together, dispose of it slowly. It's fun, isn't it?”
They were increasingly cursing in his mind, but there was one soldier who inhaled a deep breath of air then slowly threw it away just like what Mantingan had said.
“It's not too bad, even this is very good. Why don't you guys try it?”
The whole soldier hesitated, but eventually followed what Mantingan did after feeling the peace he had gained. They crossed their hands back and walked quietly while looking at the scenery. In fact, relaxing is not so bad.
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Amazing support from friends. Thank you very much for your sincerity. I will prepare some bonus chapters as a form of my thanks. Salutations.
