The Musafir

New Gloves Kiai Kedai Sword

Within the remaining five days, Mantingan took the time to go to the market to buy another long broad robe for the Northern River Angel. As for the veil, the North River Angel had brought it, even he brought a lot of reserves.

On the fifth day after the death of the Golden Claw Swordsman, or the eighth day of the young swordsman in this tavern, Mantingan finally obtained a new sword sheath for the Kiai Kedai Sword.

The sword she had obtained was extraordinary. As made of ceramic material, but very light and hard. Not slippery even though exposed to sweat and water though. The surface was black, just like the color of the previous sword sheath.

The store's in charge added, the inside of the sword is able to prevent the sword from being broken despite a hard impact.

***

On the lower floor, there are gathered Mantingan, the North River Angel, and the shopkeeper.

“Thank you, Uncle, this sword sheath must be expensive and difficult to make. And thanks also for the lodging and the food, it was very, very valuable.” The mantel said with a warm smile.

“I'm supposed to thank you, Brother for saving our shop. I hope this deserves your kindness.” The store manager laughed softly. “And, This Sister ... who?”

North River Angel nudged Mantingan, reluctant to talk much. Of course he is not recognized because his face is covered by a robe. Mantingan cleared his throat several times before answering him, “This is the Sister who is in the room next to me, Uncle. He will walk with me.”

The shopkeeper was silent for a moment before laughing blandly. “Yes, yes, alright. Please depart, and be careful during the trip.”

Mantingan noticed the unusual movements of the shopkeeper, he frowned before asking the North River Angel, “You haven't paid for the inn?”

Banging that woman.

“No need, no need to pay. If Sister is a friend of this Mantingan hero, then Sister can stay as much as here.”

“Can't be so, Uncle.” Manten shook his head. “How many nights has he been staying, Uncle?”

“No need, Brother Man.” The shopkeeper unhappily shook his hands.

“Uncle already bear the cost of renting my room and food, can not this sister does not pay.” The mantingan turned back to the swamp's angel. “Now pay.”

However, the Northern River Angel looked at him sharply before shaking slowly. With that look, Mantingan found out that he had no money. The mantel breathed once.

“How much all the fees to pay, Uncle?”

In charge of the tavern vertical his spit, he knew that it seemed like Mantingan could no longer be forced. Seeing the smile of the young man, the shopkeeper could not bear to refuse his kindness.

“Everything, a hundred gold pieces, Brother. One night worth a piece of gold.”

The mantle widened his eyes. “Ser hundred days?”

***

Out of the shop after making small talk, the marsh angel protested loudly at Mantingan.

“You embarrassed me so much in the store. I've never been humiliated like this before.”

“I'm not embarrassing you, just surprised to know you can't leave the room a hundred days.”

“Do not say that. There's no way I'm staying in my room for a hundred days. I sneak secretly, go clean myself in the river every evening.”

The mantan choked on his saliva and coughed many times after hearing that.

The mantel regulated his breathing and shook his head. “Should not exist.”

The swamp angel thought for a while before buying his eyes. “You ... you?”

“But I didn't see you at all.”

“Stay only!”

The mantel chooses to be indifferent. There is nothing wrong actually, as long as the Mantingan never saw the existence of the Northern River Angel in that river.

He himself still did not know why he did not hear the woman's whereabouts while at the riverbank. Was it because of the Magic Throw that was installed, or was it because the Mantingan paid too much attention to the river scene to be unaware of the existence of the swamp angels?

Then it can be interpreted as unawareness; negligence that is very dangerous someday if not immediately overcome.

***

Just half a day they left the Red Full Shop, the Northern Wind Angel began to look uncomfortable with the circumstances. Although the air is much cooler because they are in the hills, but the Angel of the North Wind looks hot because the long robe is wide, plus a veil that does not make it easy to breathe fresh air.

Although very uncomfortable, Bidadari Sungai Utara was reluctant to complain. He kept his authority as a famous swordsman from the country of Champa, and did not want Mantingan to change his mind. So even though it was a bit difficult, he still tried to keep pace with the fast way Mantingan.

Of course Mantingan realized this, so that at night he decided to rest. Because there is no inn that is open at night, Mantingan built a tent some distance to the far reaches of the forest. Luckily the sky had darkened by then, so the Northern River Angel did not realize she had been far from the highway, or she would be scared to death.

Mantingan only built one tent, he did not have another tent. Of course they do not sleep together in the tent. Mantingan—as a man—muchess. He did not intend to sleep at all, guarding the tent from the threat of forest pirates.

“Where are we, O swordsman named Mantingan?” The North River Angel asked when the tent was finished.

“We are in Kelapa Prohibit now.”

“Yes, I know. More precisely where are we?”

The mantel smiled awkwardly and shook his head slowly. “Better you don't know.”

The North River Angel retreated away, his actions were enough to make Mantingan astonished. “Are you trying to frame me?”

“Of course not, why would I frame you?”

“Then, why didn't you tell us where this is?” Only the eyes of the Northern River Angel could Mantingan see his fear, most of his face covered in a veil.

Then at that moment Mantingan let out a long sigh. “We are in the middle of the forest now, away from the streets which means far away also from pirates.”

The Northern River Angel was a little surprised, but quickly calmed down. “So are there wild animals like tigers here?”

The mantel does not lie. “Could be there is a tiger here. However, it is not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? The threat from a savage beast is as great as the threat from a human.”

Mantingan's worries were finally proven. In the end, the North River Angel was frightened, although it seemed that the young woman was trying to win herself. Like a person who knows that he is confined in a narrow room. The difference here is a large room, even almost indefinitely, even therein lies the danger. Mantingan again sighed a second time before replying, “I will protect both of us.”

The Northern River Angel was silent for a while, before finally returning to ask, “Why don't you just set a big bonfire to ward off wild animals?”

“If I do that, the forest pirates who will come and spend the night with us here. You want?”