The Musafir

Paid — Volume 3 Finished

There is something that attracts the attention of many people. The city community spread out strange-impressed vagabonds. In the competition it was written that in the Wind City Nyiur required men to marry widows.

Of course it attracted the attention of young men who had an interest in widows, but they were not brave enough to marry and bear the whole lives of the widows of the city. But even so, there are still generous people who come and are willing to marry widows as second wives or even first wives.

In times of war, it is common for a man to have 2 wives. Usually the second wife is a widow whose husband dies in battle. It is considered wise by many.

Mantingan offered the prettiest widow actually, but not the Mantingan of his name if it did not reject such smelling things. His sorrow has not yet recovered, but there are those who offer the widow to him.

Mantingan did not look bad at the widows of the city who immediately sought a new husband when the death of their husband was not long ago. It was very necessary to continue the lives of his children, as well as to protect his life.

For the past five days Mantingan, every night he always took the time to plan his journey to Suvarnadvipa. He couldn't possibly be in Nyiur Wind City for good. The young man remembered his purpose. He was in town just to stop for a little while.

Then three days later, Mantingan went to the officer's camp and made his point.

The officer who heard that became sad, but he knew it was not good to hold Mantingan. The young warrior was a wandering warrior, he could not stay long in one city alone.

“I'm sad to hear it, Mantingan, but I can't hold you back if it's your decision.”

Mantingan nodded slowly and smiled—ia started to smile easily since yesterday. “Thank you for all the lessons I learned from yesterday's battle, Officer, it's all thanks to you being here. And thank you also for having Officers protect this city from destruction.”

The officer sighed and smiled sadly. “You know I don't do much, Mantingan. Agrabinta's soldiers protecting the city.”

“Without Officers, troops will not teraeah.” The mantel kept his smile.

The officer replied to her with a warm smile as well. “Say if you really want to leave, we will take you out of town.”

“No need, Officer—”

“Don't say that, our lives will certainly not be quiet if you leave without being escorted. Let the soldiers also see you go, let's just say you say goodbye to them.”

Mantingan smiled awkwardly as it still felt bad to be treated like this. “I leave tonight, Officer.”

“Well, then let us get ready to let go of you.”

***

Manten stared at his residence, perhaps for the last time. Under the moonlight at night, the residence looked beautiful and comfortable. However, it remained too quiet without those 13 brave young warriors.

After taking a deep breath, Mantingan stepped out of the place.

Along his way to the city door, the atmosphere was too quiet even for the city to be attacked. Mantingan did not see the soldiers who usually passed by, or the city people who sought the cool breeze at night.

Of course it made Mantingan astonished, even he began to worry that something had happened that made everyone in the city disappear.

Somehow he got his knowledge, but some people think that the Swordsman of Death performed a false ritual to achieve such high magic. Such rituals are believed to require virgin blood as payment—virgin blood is used for rituals.

The Death Brain Swordsman had disappeared 100 years ago for no reason. No swordsman has admitted to having perfected the life of the Death Brain Swordsman. No swordsman saw him wandering in the river of the martial lake or the jungle.

The warrior worried mantan perform rituals to prolong his life, then return to perform his old deeds.

But it seems that Mantingan's suspicions are unclear. Far in front, close to the city door, were visible specks of red-colored light that were very numerous. After the Mantingan sharpened his eyesight using the Eagle Eye Science, he could see a crowd of soldiers mixed in the townspeople facing towards him.

The mantan felt warm in his chest after recalling the officer saying that they would escort him to the city door. And now not only his soldiers, but the townspeople as well.

Getting closer to them, Mantingan again saw a larger crowd outside the city walls. Is it possible that the whole town is there?

As the mantan drew closer and closer, he saw people smiling warmly at him. Children, widowed women, old men who survived, and soldiers with weights in their wounds; they all smiled warmly at him.

They carried painted lanterns in red, so the resulting light was a red light. It is so heartwarming to see it.

Warm smiling back coat.

The officer came from the crowd and approached him, the middle-aged man then said, “Man, forgive us, this is too simple.”

Manten. “This is so great outside, Officer. You guys gathered here just for me, it's been very, very meaningful.”

The officer then smiled. “Then, you knowwhat used to be the townspeople. They have heard stories of your greatness and heroism for a long time, even before the war broke out yesterday. When you go to war, they both pray for you.”

Mantingan looked at the townspeople behind the officer quite awkwardly. He took a deep breath while preparing a word to greet the townspeople.

“Hai.”

That'sallthatis. Really just that. But for the residents of the city it is not a problem, precisely those who want to greet Mantingan first.

“Master Hero, thank you for saving our lives and city.”

The mantan cleared his throat slowly and whispered something to the officer. The officer nodded, cleared his throat once before saying loudly to the people behind him.

“This manting does not like to be called ‘tuan’ like that, he prefers to be called ‘Brother Man’ only.”

Mantingan feels bad if they do not talk directly to them. “Forcuse distress, but what a heartless peril is called that.”

One of the soldiers smiled and ventured open his voice. “Not why, Brother Man. We can all understand that you are truly a good person.”

The mantle smiled and nodded. “Sahaya would like to express her deep gratitude to the honourable residents of the city and to the honorable soldiers. Thank you for taking the time to drive yourself to perahaya. That is a great honor for me. Sahaya hope that your brothers and sisters can take good care of themselves so that we may be able to meet again tomorrow.”