The Musafir

The Search for Uncle Bala's Daughter

MANTINGAN reassembles bundles containing groceries and at the same time bundles containing his luggage, so there he bundles that burden his back. But when utilizing Science lightens the body, it feels like lifting a single cotton swab. The mantle shone on Kiai Kedai's Sword beside his waist. Wear caping. Then ready.

Uncle Bala was only carrying one small purse, Mantingan saw Uncle Bala stuffing some Magic Spear and money into it. While a long machete was grazed on his waist. For the head, Uncle Bala wore a red destar with a stork pattern. An item magician certainly knew that the destar Uncle Bala was wearing was no ordinary destar.

“Is there a Magic Throw you need again, Hero Man?”

“I don't think there is, Uncle Bala. I brought a lot of Attackers and Trapper Throws." The mantle shook slowly.

Uncle Bala nodded, but he said, “I hope you remain careful, Hero Man. The Malayan Screen Market is not an ordinary martial market, many warriors from secret networks are pacing along the market path, even they often appear in the narrow streets though. We must remain vigilant, for even the worst is possible here."

The mantan understood. “I will keep my sword alerted, Uncle.”

Uncle Bala nodded. “We just pray the best, Hero Man.”

They came out of the lontar making room. Before actually leaving, Uncle Bala said goodbye to his wife, but did not tell her the true purpose of his departure. Do not let his wife panic and act unexpectedly.

After which, Uncle Bala and Mantingan gave each other a quick glance before nodding. It was as if he had agreed on something that did not need to be spoken lips.

They quickly left the store. As for the shop itself certainly not origin left Uncle Bala, had first he sent his men to guard the store and serve the buyer.

Mantingan and Uncle Bala bouncy between the roofs of the market building. They were one of the many warriors bouncy on the roof. Their speed was invisible, so ordinary humans only saw them as the sheer brashness of a shadow.

Uncle Bala became a black shadow, caused by his black clothes as well. While the Mantingan darted into a white shadow, the clothes he wore were white clothes.

From up there, Mantingan is quite amazed to see the view of the Malay Screen Market which is so beautiful and orderly. Combined with the view of warriors flashing together on the roof of the building without one colliding.

It seemed like the existence of the bouncy swordsman on the roof of the building had become an open secret. Some shops that do not want the roof of the building damaged because the footing of a swordsman has created a special path that can be stepped on by a swordsman. Although in fact only warriors with the science of lightening the tall body that can be bouncy lightly, the same means with the science of lightening the body of the warriors will not scratch the roof surface even a little.

Not only that, on the roofs also attached leaflets from the store below to offer merchandise to the swordsman who crossed the roof. Justjust wonderful.

But enough to admire this beautiful and orderly Malay Screen Market, Mantingan still have to think of the North River Angel and Uncle Bala's son who until now is still not found.

Mantingan glanced at Uncle Bala next to him, looking at the middle-aged man's face was getting no better. Mantingan understood how much Uncle Bala was worried about his daughter, but kept his attitude in front of Mantingan.

While continuing to bouncy between the store roofs, Mantingan said to Uncle Bala next to him, “Uncle, we better spread out."

“No.” The mantel shows his smile. “The most important thing right now is to quickly find Uncle Bala's daughter, then we should spread.”

Uncle Bala then nodded. “I to the north and east side, Hero Man to the south and west side. If my daughter is found or not found, gather in the middle of the market. There is a small garden.”

“Alright, see you Uncle.”

Both separated. The coat turned left, facing south of the market, while Uncle Bala turned the other way around.

The combing coat starts from the edge of the market. He perched on the roofs of building shops or walked slowly on them, seeing one by one market visitors. Looking for a person with a face similar to Uncle Bala's daughter.

Mantingan walks in silence, the science of lightening the body controlled by him is not a lowly science. As he stepped on every precarious shop, there was no sound he made other than the sound of air friction. So rarely people who want to pay attention to Mantingan, after all it is very common for warriors to walk on the roof.

The mantis uses the Darkening Magic Throw under its caping, so that the shadow of the caping increases in pitch black to disguise its face. According to Uncle Bala, there are many secret networks that wara-wiri around the streets of the market. It is not impossible that they know Mantingan.

Indeed, sometimes there are staring Mantingan as sharp as a knife. Of course Mantingan did not behave foolishly by looking at the person who was staring at him. If he did that, it would be tantamount to seeking enmity. Swordsmen are people who seek honorable death through fighting, they will not hesitate to attack Mantingan if he does that.

So that it is not the one who attacked Mantingan even though he really wanted it. They could see that Mantan was a powerful warrior, fighting Mantingan was like taking a life, while they still did not want to die there. So when the Mantingan left passed, no one tried to stop him.

Mantingan still continues to go around, not infrequently go down to explore the market aisles. Not infrequently also have to penetrate the crowd of buyers and all the frenzy created.

From the fringe the Mantingan moves slightly to the middle. Now slow down the speed of the road, making sure no one is left out of sight.

Indeed Mantingan did not know for sure the ins and outs of this market, so his search went very slowly than Uncle Bala in the north there. Mantingan also did not understand how Uncle Bala's daughter did not quickly return, not understanding also why Uncle Bala was impressed so rushed to do the search.

But after a long time Mantingan explore the market, he then understood the decision of Uncle Bala.

The more into the Malay Screen Market, the atmosphere is indeed getting quieter by visitors, but many built large buildings. Surprisingly, the buildings did not look like they were selling anything.

Meningan understood that the crossing path that connects the big buildings with each other was actually located underground. The mantan could feel the aura of deep energy flowing underground.

Indeed the existence of the power within underground was not something that could be surprising, but in that amount ... The doubtful mantle is not from nature but from the many expert warriors down there.