The Musafir

The North River

“Ah, that's not a problem at all. If you don't mind, may I take your sword to the nearest branch of the Red Full School? In addition to having lodging and college businesses, we also have a forging business. I'm very sure with full confidence, your sword will get a good sheath.”

MANTINGAN nodded and smiled kindly before handing over his sword. “About, how many days the sword sheath is finished made?”

“For the best quality sword sheath, it takes at least five days to make it.”

Mantingan thought for a moment before nodding back. He felt that he needed to take the time to get a quality sword sheath. With the sword sheath, he did not need to kill much. Doesn't that mean that the sword sheath is a very important item?

“Then, I added room rental for five days.” Mantingan was preparing to reach into his coffers, but the store's in charge kept him from doing that.

“How could I possibly receive money from our shop savior? You do not need to behave like that, consider this place as your own home.”

"It can't be like that, Uncle ...."

"Oh, just relax." The shop manager laughed.

The wide smiling coat. “Thank you, Uncle.”

After making small talk, Mantingan returned to his room on the third floor. He returned to put his things that had been brought.

At first Mantingan was about to return to writing, but a voice held him back.

“Your ability is great too, O swordsman named Mantingan.”

That's a female voice. What shocked Mantingan was that the voice came from the room next to him. Mantingan almost forgot that the room was actually not empty. The mantle scrunched his forehead, this was the first sound he heard from the room next to him.

Initially Mantingan thought the occupants of the next room were high-powered warriors who had long since left the tavern secretly. Usually that is how warriors hide. But now that he heard his voice, it meant that the person in the next room lived for so long in it.

“Who?” Only one word came out of Mantingan.

“My true name is not necessary for you to know, but people used to call me the Angel of the North River.”

Mantingan smiled awkwardly hearing the name then said, “Ya, then there is need for what?”

“You should have been very happy to get compliments from me. Many people desire to be able to talk to me in the blink of an eye. I have praised you, but responded to it that way. But let it be, it seems that it is an interesting part of you.”

The mantle frowned and scratched its non-itchy head. The North River Angel? He never heard it. It seems that it is true, many talented young warriors have sprung up recently.

Not knowing what else to retaliate for, Mantingan finally did not reply. He sat in the chair in front of which was the table, and began to write the follow-up story of his journey.

A while later the woman next to her room again made a sound.

“If I may know, O swordsman named Mantingan, what is it that makes you want to help without reward?”

Mantingan was silent for a while before giving a simple answer. “I was assigned to spread kindness.”

“Then from your assignment, what did you get?”

“Only peace? Isn't that peace achievable with your seemingly large sums of money? Why do you need to bother doing good so that peace is created.”

Mantingan took a long breath. “If you use your own money for your own peace, not for crowds. While peace is created also for humans, while humans are not just me.”

The Northern Wind Angel was silent for a while before coming back saying in her smooth voice, “You are quite interesting. I have never been attracted to a man before, but you are quite attractive to me. Maybe only my lover has ever been of interest to me."

“Ya, thank you.” The mantle returns to the spit.

A drink of tea passed, that was when the woman who claimed to be the Angel of the North Wind again opened her voice.

“Do you have experience fighting with other talented warriors?”

Manten breathed a long sigh once more. “Saudari, if you have a wish on me, don't be shy to say it.”

There was a sound of coughing from the woman. “You can guess it. I have had a wish since you first came, and it has to do with why I didn't interfere when the store was in trouble. May I say it if you don't mind?”

“Tell me.”

The woman took a deep breath before explaining. The turmoil that occurred in the land of Javadvipa made him unable to return to his place of origin, the Land of the Roof of Heaven. While he was not a great warrior at all, and his guards were killed for protecting him.

The reason he went to the island of Java was to attend certain events related to martial arts, he did not expect the peaceful land of Taruma was suddenly made chaotic by black school warriors

Currently he only relied on the Magic Throw to survive, he also used the Magic Throw to cover up the sound it produced, so people would think that the occupants of the room were expert swordsmen.

“At least I have to arrive at Tanjung Kalapa in order to return to Champa before the monsoon winds end.” The woman said worriedly.

The mantle frowned. “Isn't the east monsoon wind long over?"

The sound disappeared for a moment.

“What?! That wind is the only one that brings me hope of life.” Accidentally the woman from the Champa plains shouted using Sanskrit, fortunately Mantingan mastered the language.

Mantingan cleared his throat. “Let's be so, the east monsoon wind will be back in a moment. The rainy season is coming to an end. That way, you can go back home. Then what help do you want from me?”

Still in an anxious tone, the Angel of the North River said, “I am a fugitive in this land of Javadvipa. The pay is pretty big if people can catch me alive. Therefore I am here and reluctant to come out, or they can arrest me and hand over to the one who is hunting me.”

“Saudari, your worries seem excessive. If you are really sought after by the demon Javadvipa, then I should know it too.”

“People hunting me certainly only gave the job to certain groups of networks, most of which were black-flow groups. You are a white warrior. I'm asking you to help protect me at least until the west monsoon winds go away and the east monsoon winds come back.”

Mantingan was silent for a while before answering, “Saudari, I happen to be aiming or at least crossing Tanjung Kalapa. But to protect yourself, I'm afraid I can't.”

“I've seen your abilities. The warrior you defeated was not a weak warrior.”

“I managed to defeat him because he made a dangerous mistake, not because I could compensate him.”