The Musafir

Cooperation

MANTINGAN calmly took off his caping— was considered impolite to wear a caping when in the room at once in front of the person who was talking. Revealing the look of his face. Mantingan then shook his head slowly.

“Uncle, I think the price offered by Uncle is too difficult to reach young warriors. They needed this Light Magic Throw, but at a cheap price. Expensive prices even make them do the no-no to get money. Doesn't that also make this throwback more useful? So I thought, what if this is valued at eight pieces of gold?"

The seller was silent for a moment. In his mind he thought, that what people said about Mantingan turned out to be nothing but nonsense. Reality was presented right before his eyes, Mantingan thought more about the benefits for the crowd than the benefits for himself.

So that's where the mind of the seller lontar moved to do good, as what Mantingan has done. He would not take advantage of the sale of the Light Magic Throw made Mantang. In order for the droplets of good water Mantingan can be channeled purely, without him using it as a tool to make money.

“Alright, Hero Man. This one box I will sell to those most in need, and the price is according to your words; eight gold pieces for each sheet.”

The mantle nodded and smiled warmly.

How astonished the seller was to see Mantingan's smile and face so clearly. Like sun. Subconsciously, he also widened his smile.

“Uncle, for now I can only give you one dus only. But later on, maybe I can give Uncle more dus again.”

The expression on the face of the seller changed. What was he hearing about it? Not mishearing, is it? The mantel will give it more spit later on? Doesn't that mean that Mantingan wants to make a long-term cooperative relationship?

As if understanding the change in the face of the pitcher, Mantingan continued his words, “Does Uncle know Nyai Dara?”

Despite his shock, the lontar seller replied, “Yes, I know him. But just to know, me and him have never met before and have no trade relationship.”

The mantle nodded once. “Allow me to write a throwback here, Uncle.”

“Oh, please-please.” The paw seller's uncle dragged himself back a little backwards, giving Mantingan more space at the table to write a toss.

The mantle pulled out an empty ejection from inside one of its shoulder bags as well as an engraver. He put a thrower on the table and his hand moved like a beautiful dance carving Pallawa characters on a palm leaf.

It didn't take long for Mantingan to finish his writing. The two sides of the lontar are full of strokes of the characters. A little bit of ink powder in the script scratches to make the writing clearer. The mantingan then keeps the engraver back into the coffers.

“Uncle, please save this fine.” The mantle pushed the toss to the side of the uncle's desk. “In a month's time, please give this to Nyai Dara.”

The lontar seller came forward and looked at the lontar without feeling the need to read the contents.

The seller paused for a moment before shaking slowly. “It will definitely trouble Anak Man, better Anak Man sell ejection on Nyai Dara only.”

The mantel returned with a slab. This uncle of the lontar seller must benefit from Mantingan, or if not, the risk of the existence of Mantingan and the North River Angel becomes very real. Humans are always easily incited by wealth.

In addition to that reason, Mantingan also has other reasons. This salesman's uncle is more experienced in selling Magic Lontar than Dara. His experience was very capable, thirty years old middle-aged man was selling popsicles. His knowledge of the world of throwing need not be doubted, in fact he can guess the creator of the thrower just from the smell of the dirt of his nails alone.

Perhaps, the sale of his Magic Light Throw increased very rapidly in the hands of the lontar seller. His evil thoughts laughed out loud, but Mantingan's good thoughts immediately brushed him off. He strengthened the intention of selling Magic Contents to benefit others, not to seek personal gain.

“Uncle has more experience selling Magic Pontar, I leave everything to Uncle.” Mantang tapped his finger on the surface of the table, talking even more seriously. “However, please Uncle did not tell anyone that these splinters were from me, say the same to Dara. Uncle must have understood who I was carrying on my trip.”

Lontar's salesman's uncle nodded. Understood.

“At the moment, he is the one I have most safeguarded for his safety. If something happens to him due to this matter ..”

The lontar seller then said, “I understand. The news about the North River Angel with Hero Man I already know. When I found out about that news, I was quite concerned. Good warriors like you have helped many people, but treated the martial world unfairly. Until I intend to send a mercenary to find and take care of you. But I didn't do that, because I knew it would endanger your safety. I'm afraid my pay isn't satisfying them enough."

The mantel then smiled with satisfaction. “Thank you for your Uncle's attention to me. However, I think our meeting should get here, there are still many items that I want to buy in the Malaya Screen Market.”

“Where can Hero Man go without banquet from my family.” The pitcher held Mantingan back as the young man was about to stand up. “Just entrust the merchandise Hero Man to my son, you only need to write down what is needed and how much.”

Mantingan said that he felt bad to trouble the uncle of the lontar seller, but the seller insisted to entertain Mantingan even threatened not to accept the presence of Mantingan again if the young man refused the banquet. So that the Mantingan can only accept it.

“Man Heroes merchandise must be written on the palm. Which ejection suits the taste of Hero Man?”

“What does Uncle mean? Throwing anywhere is okay, and I have a blank throw.” The mantan frowned as well as smiled confusedly, not understanding the intentions of the paw seller uncle.

“Ah, maybe Hero Man doesn't know yet. Recently, there was a ejection-making house that created great progress in the world of hurling. They sell a variety of stamps, each stamp has its own properties.

“Semisal Cap Tiger, this thrower is more tender than other throwers. It is suitable for people who like the sensation of soft writing. Then pontar that has a hard nature is Cap Cadas, perfect for the authors of martial books who want more assertive writing, with this Cap Cadas one can feel the surface ejected from the engraver.”