The Musafir
Lontar
COAT CAN ONLY nod signs of agreement. From that payment table, they moved inside the store.
Lontar seller invites Mantingan into a medium-sized room, which is then known by Mantingan is a room to bounce lontar. The door of the room was closed and locked.
There, the Mantan sensed the existence of many protective Magic Throws protecting this room. In addition to bouncing lontar, it turns out this room is also fitted with lontar. Most likely, this room has also been installed Soundproof Magic Throw even though the Mantingan did not see it. Otherwise, it might have been possible for the lontar seller to bring him here for secret talks.
There is a small short table in the middle of the room that is commonly used for a place to bounce throw, in front of the table the mantel is welcome to sit. The seller sat opposite to him.
The lontar seller put the ejection and Light Throw that still continues to work on the table, then again looked at the sharp-sharp Mantian.
“Only you and I are here. Do you still intend to hide your true self?"
Manten. “Uncle, the hazard remains like this.”
The uncle of the lontar seller replied to Mantingan's arm with a nod. “If that is your will, then I will not fuss. But you certainly can not hide the identity of the maker of this Light Magic Throw.”
The mantel was surprised but chose to be silent.
“At first I suspected this ejection was the creation of the Light Throwing Swordsman, but there is no characteristic of the Light Throwing Swordsman in this thrower that you carry. If you know, that each lontar maker has its own characteristics on his homemade thrower. While the Light Magic Throw is not a characteristic of the Light Thrower Swordsman that I have recognized.”
The mantle remained silent and silent.
“This is your homemade lontar. You can't argue anymore with your myriad of absurd excuses. You are the maker of Light Magic Throws. Thirty years I've dedicated myself to the world of hurling, I smell the scent of your hands and the filth of your nails on all the puffs in this box. No one has no sign of it." The seller let out a long breath. “Do you still intend to argue?”
“If it's like that, I can't argue anymore, Uncle.” The mantle raised its voice and smiled warmly. “I found the thought of making this throw while I was on my way, so forgive if Uncle feels cheated.”
“You are definitely not what kind of snot boy you look at,” said the pontar seller, “who are you really?”
“For now, I can't tell my true self. In this market, I use the name Jaya, maybe Uncle can call me like that.”
“Who is Jaya? I have never heard his name in the pejilatan jungle or the telaga persilatan river.”
“Indeed I rarely use that name in the martial world.” Smiling coat.
“So, what name do you often use in the martial forest?” The seller asked again full of questions.
the lontar seller stroked his chin before a while then nodded his head. “You are definitely not Satya the Light Throw Swordsman, maybe you are a swordsman whose name is juxtaposed with the name of Light Throw Swordsman.”
In the heart Mantingan gulped. Mantingan had heard his name compared to the Luminous Thrower Swordsman. It could be that his identity will be discovered here by a pitcher, and in fact it is very dangerous. How could the lontar seller not be tempted by the amount of money promised if he managed to capture the North River Angel alive?
“If my guess is not wrong, you are a Mantingan. Heroes for Nyiur Wind City and dozens of other cities. Is that true?”
The mantan takes a deep breath, throwing it away slowly. The worries are real. The lontar seller can easily guess his identity. And there is no way that Mantingan dodged, the pitcher could easily know the movements of people who lie.
Enough with the sighs and the inertness of the Mantan, all of them found a bright spot. The seller smiled meaningfully.
“One of the greatest honors of my life was to meet a noble warrior like you, Hero Man.” The pitcher bowed deeply to Mantingan, making the young man misbehave. “I have admired you for a long time and dreamed of being able to talk to you for a while. I really did not expect our first meeting this time I did not welcome you well, I really beg for forgiveness for the unfriendliness of my attitude ..”
The lontar seller was about to head back down, but Mantingan had already held him back. Mantingan said, “Uncle don't be so, I feel disrespectful. Uncle is much older than I am, I am the one who should bow before Uncle, not Uncle who does that.”
“What does age mean if the glory of your heart is far above me, Hero Man.” the lontar seller who was at first so hard, now smiled gently full of haru. “No swordsman really has the sincerity of heart like you, Hero Man. You donated hundreds of thousands of dollars to defend the innocent, without the slightest demand for payment.”
“Ah, Uncle is overdone, I keep demanding to pay on every swordsman who asks to throw me.”
“And that payment is carrying out rescue in other cities. It is the same that it does not demand payment in your own favor.”
The mantan has no intention of refuting. He thought, that's not polite. Be just gushing a smile.
“It should be no wonder that this Light Magic Throw is made by Hero Man. And really, this is the most perfect Magic Throw I've ever seen in my entire life.”
“Thank you, Uncle.” Manting. “And forgive me if I cut Uncle's talk, because I don't have much time here. Uncle, I want to sell the Light Magic Throw to Uncle for a reasonable price. I intend to fill the supply in this market, therefore I also have to refill my money supply.” The mantle scratched his neck that was not itchy.
“Of course I'll buy this from you, Hero Man. This thrower is very valuable for resale, so I will keep it as a favorite object. What is the right price?”
Mantingan was silent for a while to think and estimate the price that was reasonable. Actually he does not need much money to buy Magic Throw is empty, but the creation of a very complicated spell is considered worth the high price.
Mantingan replied, “Lontar can live up to three days and can be useful during emergencies. I think appreciating eight pieces of gold for one ejection is not too expensive.”
Lontar's seller scrunched his forehead. “Hero Man, I suggest to increase the price again. Throw like this can be appreciated thirty pieces of gold for a piece of lontar.”
