The Musafir

Golden Claw Swordsman; Ancient Crocodile Claws

“What happened here?”

The SHOPKEEPER finally came along with the sword in his left hand. He looked at the young men in turn.

“No one dares to make a fuss here, or don't blame me for interfering.”

“Honored shopkeeper, Sahaya and friends here only have the desire to catch his students Golden Claw Swordsman. We don't want to make a fuss, but they don't want to come with us. Dear store's responsible uncle, we both know how very dangerous the Golden Claw Swordsman and his students.” One of the female students from White Dara College chimed in politely, knowing that the shopkeeper was no matchmaker and had a direct relationship with the Red Full Group.

The expression of the shopkeeper changed after hearing that, he then stared intently at the group of young men in front of him. “If you are a real student of the accuser, then I myself will not hesitate to kill you.”

The young men knew that the situation was not on their side, so they calmly explained. “So we are not students of the swordsman, we are just students of a college that we should not mention his name here.”

“Then why did you come to this store other than to steal the Claw of Ancient Crocodile?”

Mantingan smiled, finally he knew also the target item of the Golden Claw Swordsman, the brighter it was the crafty swordsman who deliberately made a fuss so that his entrance was wide open.

The Mantingan decided to help the right side, but the Mantingan was still unwilling to interfere unless the situation was really bad.

“We really don't know what the Ancient Crocodile Claw is. We came here just to eat and rest for a while, then these Sisters suddenly came and accused us.”

The store's in charge glanced at the women of White Dara College. “Where did you conclude these people were disciples of the accuser?”

“We certainly don't just take conclusions, dear Uncle. We smell the golden smell that characterizes the Golden Claw Swordsman on their bodies.”

The shopkeeper approached the youths and inhaled a deep breath of air, his eyes then widened. “This is really the scent of the Golden Claw Swordsman! I know the smell! Really, who are you guys trying to trick?!”

“If all of you do indeed smell the golden scent of our bodies, that does not mean we are disciples of the swordsman. Even we don't smell what you guys smell.”

“No need to talk much anymore.” The store's in charge pulled up his sword. “Now it is up to all of you, whether you want to be arrested and not fight or get killed here.”

The young men suddenly took out something from behind their clothes, which turned out to be a dagger or throwing knife. They went up to the table and pointed their guns at the shopkeeper and the women there.

“We are not afraid to die in defense of pride and honor, but let me say once that we have no relationship with the Golden Claw Swordsman at all!”

“Yes! If that's the choice you take, then get ready to die!”

As the store's in charge, the White Dara College women, and the shop's swordsmen moved in, that was when Mantingan darted and stopped right between them. The presence of the Mantan that seemed to emerge from void space shocked them so much that no one did not hold back his attack.

“Brothers-Sisters, this is just a misunderstanding.” The stiff smiling mantle. “As a swordsman, we must not act too rashly. Just by smelling the golden scent of their bodies, you concluded a no-no. Don't you realize that not all of their bodies smell of gold?”

“Brothers who came uninvited, what do you mean by that?”

The shopkeeper seemed to be aware of something. He immediately sheathed his sword and told his warriors to guard them, and he went down to the ground floor.

The young men smiled at Mantingan. “Thank you, Brother.”

The mantan just nodded and smiled. Next came the sound of screaming on the first floor, it really made the look on their faces turn bad.

“THE ANCIENT CROCODILE CLAW IS GONE!”

The sound of the store in charge was heard quietly filling the entire building. Mantingan let out a long sigh, he had already guessed something like this would happen.

“What Golden Claw Swordsman stole it?” One of the young men said worriedly. “If the swordsman has already entered here, it is impossible if he does not kill at least one person.”

“What is his custom?” Mantingan.

“True, it was his habit that made many people afraid to mention his name. He always left three long scratches on the victim's body.” Now it was the turn of the female disciples to retaliate, they seemed to bury their shame after the accusation was not proven.

No one responded to his words, not even Mantingan lazily spoke to the women.

“Brothers, you better take care of this matter further until the misunderstanding can be cleared up.”

“Thank you for the suggestion, Brother. And if I may know, what is your name so that we can return the favor tomorrow?”

Mantingan thought for a while before saying, “You can call me Mantingan.”

“Ah, good name.” The man nodded his head. “We will definitely remember it.”

The mantle throbs a few times. “So, when will you guys get off that table?”

***

There are two rooms on the third floor, each with a large room. The window there is a small part of the roof of the building, so opening the window is the same as opening a little roof. The temperature in the room was still relatively cool even in direct contact with the roof, Mantingan could feel the existence of Magic Throw which was able to make the room temperature cool.

In the next room Mantingan had been occupied as well, but the shopkeeper advised Mantingan not to disturb the occupants there if he did not want to offend him.

Before laying down on the bed, Mantingan first wrote the story of his journey on the toss. During the trip, he did not take the time to write, so he thought that now was the right time to write.

There's not much he can write. The long journey of two days, if written only fill a few puffs and only takes a drink of tea.

But Mantingan knew that it was a natural thing, because his writing was the essence of his journey.