The Musafir
I'm Powerless, While You Keep Oppressing
MANTINGAN TOOK some health herbs that if needed by him and the North River Angel on the way. Mantingan still remembered the names of the health herbs his teacher suggested.
The average herb that Mantingan buy in the form of small granules of solids—call just solid medicine, liquid-shaped ingredients in small jars, and herbs in the form of dry foliage whose way of use is brewed.
Potions purchased by Mantingan include Blue Lemongrass Potion, Ant Cap Tea Potion, Sweet Wood Stamp Pain Relief Potion, and several others.
Mantingan had taken into account the price of all the health herbs he would buy. All of them were fifty pieces of gold. Expensive indeed, but is it comparable in exchange for health that for a swordsman is very valuable? Of course it's comparable.
But just as Mantingan wanted to go to the pay table, a swordsman with incredible movements quickly blocked his pace. His movements were too fast even for a situation like this, almost matching the speed of lightning.
The mantle that always installs vigilance should no longer lunge backward due to surprise. His eyes could catch the swordsman's quick movements similar to those of a mediocre one. But even so, Mantingan still showed his exaggerated shock. Same reason, for the disguise.
The mantle retreated a few steps back. With his hands pretending to tremble, Mantingan slightly fixed his caping position that was slightly upward. Whoever the swordsman in front of him, the science of lightening the body that he mastered was quite high. Swordsman is better not to recognize Mantingan, there is no harm Mantingan alert by positioning his caping a little more down.
He did it as if covering a ashamed face. He was afraid of trembling, even though he just wanted to cover his face.
The swordsman who stopped the Mantingan now began to advance step by step. Mantingan sharpened his hearing.
“You, what's your name?”
Mantingan gulped his saliva, now he gulped his saliva. Again, to pretend.
“Sahaya name Jaya ..” So that is the sentence spoken by the lips of the trembling Mantingan.
The warrior took a step closer. “Why cover face?”
“Shame light show timid face.” The mantan gave a short answer that sounded reasonable to the swordsman.
“It is good that you have fear, keep defending because that fear will lead you to the path of salvation. Now I suggest wearing your fear to face me. And that means, you'll give me all the drugs that are in your hands if I order you.”
Still with his head down, Mantingan replied with a trembling voice, “Truly these items have just taken peril and have not been harmed pay.”
“Just give it to me, I'll pay.”
The mantle shook slowly. “Do not, it is difficult to find this and some drugs are no longer available.”
“Many say you!” Without much thought, the swordsman in front of the Mantingan sent a tread attack with no deep energy crushing the Mantingan caping.
Then, why does Mantingan stay and be patient just for the sake of disguise?
It is not impossible that no one knows the North River Angel is with a wandering swordsman named Mantingan. The guess was not without foundation, evident from people who continuously spy on the room of the North River Angel. Most likely, the person who spied had known the identity of Mantingan as well.
So that's the reason Mantingan remained firm in his disguise. Even though self-esteem is smeared. The life of the North River Angel is far more important than his pride, Mantingan remained patient.
The mantle lapsed backwards for the second time. Not because he did not have adequate body lightening science, but deliberately Mantingan relaxed his body to make it seem as if he was helpless.
Drugs are still in the hands of Mantingan, no one fell, it also includes deliberate actions.
“Give me all of that, then I forgive you a piece of life!”
The mantle puts its head slightly upwards. “Sahaya no longer has power while you continue to oppress the weak, then it will be dangerous to give all this to you.”
The mantan stood up, put all the medicine in his hand on the table, then cut down the clothes of Kiai Guru Kedai which was a little dirty due to his charade earlier. He looked around, people paused to look at him pityingly without anyone bothering to help, while the swordsman who had cursed Mantingan started picking up all the herbs on the table.
Sorrowing at the beginning, the swordsman continued, “If you were from the beginning according to this, you would not feel so embarrassed in the eyes of many people. Find it hard yourself.”
The mantan was speechless until the swordsman went to the place of payment. There really is no justice here. But Mantingan keep smiling, he said, “As back to the past.”
People saw Mantingan's smile as a desperate smile, the more they stared at the Pityan Mantin. In fact, Mantingan was quite happy to feel back the almost lost feeling in him: shame, humiliation, weakness, feeling excluded, loneliness. It's just the names of flavors that almost every day Mantingan felt first. Now that he can feel it again, it's amazing that he can find it fun ....
Mantingan back around between the tables that he had just touched. Took the same potions as he had taken. Although there are some that are exhausted.
“Thank you for extending my patience, Sister.”
After completing the payment and buying one more bundle for other groceries later, Mantingan switched to another store.
One of the supplies he needed was an empty Magic Throw, so the Mantingan entered the Magic Throw shop he had just met.
Inside the store, there were even more warriors visiting the store. They looked at one by one the rows of Magic Throws that had been smashed differently.
Unlike the Mantingan who just bought a lot of empty Magic Throws and two books of reflection.
When making payment, not a few who glanced at Mantingan with a condescending look. Because the average visitor who came was a middle-aged swordsman and they came here to buy a Magical Throw that had been smashed, they consider Mantingan to be just a young, inexperienced swordsman who does not know how difficult it is to spell Magic Throw.
