The Musafir

The Malaya Screen Market

ACTUALLY, MANTINGAN wants to know about what is going on in Tanjung Kalapa, because the current situation of Tanjung Kalapa is very useful to prepare a plan for his trip to the north coast. If the situation of Tanjung Kalapa is chaotic like other regions, how can Mantingan buy a sailboat? How do their voyages become safer?

Such was the inner war that occurred inside Mantingan's head at this time, but he certainly would not ask further about Tanjung Kalapa's situation to the gate guard officers in front of him. Of course the officer had to serve people who were about to enter and about to leave, Mantingan felt bad if he had to interfere with the work of others.

“Then I will enter the city. Thank you for your generosity, gallant Warrior.” The mantan lowered his head slowly, while the officer invited the Mantingan in while puffing his chest.

The mantan stepped away, but vaguely with sharp hearing, he could hear the muttering sound of the gatekeeper earlier.

“Truly a strange swordsman, his appearance alone is pretentious, his attitude is like a cat asking for leftovers.”

Hearing the mutter, Mantingan so sorry to have installed sharp hearing knowledge. Mantingan must hear a murmur that is so piercing the mind. The mantle can only bully the teeth and go even faster.

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ARRIVING MANTINGAN in the city, Mantingan can easily find the central market of selling objects in the martial world. Actually in the market it is sold more short-sightedness interests than martial objects for the public. If the swordsmanship tools can be poisonous needles, flying knives, enhancing potions, magic spears, then the usual tools of martial arts are only uniforms and blunt cleaver.

If the tools of shortness are used for killing then the tools of the martial arts are used for training only.

It seems, this market hides the guise of the pejilatan river market by changing its identity into a conventional martial market. But actually, it makes no sense that a market that only sells silat uniforms and combat cleavers could be this big. For people who live in the vicinity, the market that hides in the guise of it has become an undisputed public secret. Because for them, the martial world and the world of lay people are separated by thick walls.

If from what Mantingan see, then this market should be much larger than the Jago Chicken Market that he met in the city where Dara's residence is located. This market may become even bigger after the situation in Tanjung Kalapa is turbulent, certainly many warriors who come here to buy combat equipment.

Mantingan saw the traffic of visitors who came in and out of the market door. The mantle scratched his head that was not itchy. He saw that the average swordsman passing by was a black swordsman. They had the appearance of dressing like the residents of the city in general, but if the war experts saw them, they would have their faces plastered hard and shortsighted.

The mantans themselves feel the air of their bodies almost the same as the air of their own bodies. It was clear that they were warriors who mastered many black flow styles, just like Mantingan.

But it is not uncommon for there to be a white swordsman who came out at the entrance of the market. Their faces were calmer and gentler than most black warriors, but they did not cover up their hatred when they met with black warriors. Unfortunately in that market, none of them opened the attack, of course it will ignite things like fire that blazes on the surface of the oil.

Mantingan without fear into the market that has the name of the Malay Screen Market. The Malaya Screen Market here is far different from the ordinary market or the Jago Chicken Market though. A large market area does not mean they cannot manage the market to be neater and cleaner compared to other markets. Although what they sell are animal carcasses, foul-smelling toxins, strange-smelling flowers, and pungent-smelling health foods.

Everything is neatly arranged. There are no buildings to be built, there are regulations regarding development in this market. Mantingan does not know for sure what kind of development regulations it is, but the result of regularity can already be seen from the building of a aligned market.

One-story buildings were built on the outskirts of the market, while more buildings were placed more inward. The higher the building, the more into its placement.

Shortly after Mantingan entered the market, there was again an examination from the market door guard officers. However, the officer who checked the door of the Malaya Screen Market was different from the city gate guard officers.

They were not wearing uniforms, even bare-chested, exposing their muscles and gunshot wounds. Their hair is long, some are curled up, some are tied to resemble a ponytail, or left to be scattered just like that. A pair of lemurs tied across their backs.

They are seasoned warriors, the Mantingan knows that. Can be seen from their high and stocky posture, especially the wounds on their bodies are increasingly convincing. Their gazes did not hesitate to look at the interlocutor, a sign they had great courage and confidence.

The mantan gets a check-up turn, again he behaves like a young swordsman lacking experience. The mantan tried to smile broadly at the attendant without revealing his entire face, which looked more akin to a horse's grin. There is still a single reed leaf bitten by the base of the stem in the mouth of Mantingan.

The security guard looked at Mantingan with one eye, lazy and a little rough while searching the contents of the Mantingan bundle. Until finally the examination was completed, the bundles of Mantangs that were in disarray were returned.

The mantle is not angry. In addition to anger can damage his disguise, Mantingan is also not used to anger. His patience level increased rapidly during his time with the North River Angel. How not? The girl always makes him upset, while Mantingan is required to always be patient.

The officer said to Mantingan before the traveler left. “Hei, Boy. Inside is no place for a weak swordsman like you. Don't blame us if you die inside.”

The mantangan again showed the smile of his horse. “Just calm down, Dashing Warrior! I won't blame anyone for my death.”

The officer nodded lazily. “Quickly take that ugly grin away from me!”

The mantan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, quickly he stepped away from there.

The exploration of Mantingan began, he looked for shops to fill his supplies. The first store he went to was a drug store. The store uses the terrace to peddle his homemade medicine. Dozens of tables accommodated medicines, full of filling store terraces.

There were a few other visitors who went around checking the quality of the drug. They looked like white-flowed warriors, of course, black-flow warriors usually chose better to be seriously injured as long as they managed to kill their opponent. Instead of buying medicine, they chose poison potions to buy.