The Musafir
Being Guided and Denying Promises
THE MASKED MAN opened his voice. “I stuck it with basic science, you don't have to fuss, I don't have to open the tootoknya.”
Uncle Bala did not nod, nor did he reply, but he understood that the basic science of totokan could be released easily by him. Secretly Uncle Bala was also grateful that the masked man had spotted his daughter before himself who was spotted with the Science of Wind Totokan. If only his daughter had not been spotted, it was certain that the girl would have run up to him and made all the enemies suspicious.
“This woman is very troublesome, we can just take it off if you want to pay five Stone. No offers I opened.”
“I'll pay!” Uncle Bala said loudly. Ripped through the bag of coffers at his waist and took out five translucent chunks of stone the size of a pinky net. Just throw the five at the masked man.
With a whip the masked man caught all the Stone that Uncle Bala threw into the air. That person glanced at Uncle Bala cursively then checked the five Stones in his hand.
Mantingan was quite surprised to see Uncle Bala so easily throw five boulders worth 5,000 pieces of gold that was like throwing an ordinary stone. To mean that his daughter was much more valuable than the five Bongkah Batu. Uncle Bala bought it without bidding an inch.
“Crazy man, why did you buy this ugly man?” The masked man said flatly with a sharp look towards Uncle Bala.
“Isn't it clear enough for you, strange masked man?” Uncle Bala pointed his index finger at Mantingan. “It was intentional for me to buy an ugly woman so that this man would know how much she was not beautiful at all.”
Mantingan was not offended, even feeling praised by Uncle Bala's words. Wasn't she a man who shouldn't be beautiful at all?
For the first time, the masked man laughed. Laughter is very different from laughter in general. The laughter contained *****a very powerful killer, it could scare anyone away just from hearing his voice.
“You grab him, and have fun the three of you.” Stopping his laughter, the person then lowered his head and stared intently at the face of Uncle Bala's daughter before him. “And if you get bored, you can resell it, here.”
Uncle Bala raised his daughter's body on his shoulders. With the teasing that hit his nerve flow, Uncle Bala's daughter could not dwell. But he looks like he shed tears.
“Lak, we have to find new people again.” The masked man spoke to his friend in the corner of the room, as if he paid no more attention to Uncle Bala and Mantingan who were still in the room.
“We go, Ratna.”
After saying that, Uncle Bala turned around and started to step foot. So too with the Mantingan called Ratna.
Uncle Bala's hand touched the doorknob and pulled it back. But nothing happened. The door cannot open. Uncle Bala poured a large amount of energy into his hand, pulling the door once more. Stay not warty.
“It looks like we don't need to go upstairs to find new people.” I heard a soft laugh. “Make sure the knife is sharpened, the meat we will cut this time is a bit alot.”
Uncle Bala let out a long sigh before lowering his daughter on the floor. Sadly the parobaya man whispered that everything would be fine.
“This door is locked by a magic spell, Hero Man, unfortunately I will need time to break a spell this strong.”
“Oh turns out, lowly wanker.” There was a soft speech from one of the masked men.
The number of all opponents is three, with the possibility that there is still someone else in the other room covered in blinds. The mantant could determine that his entire opponent had a level of science on it. He could only pray, hopefully the Magic Throw could help him win the fight later. Although the hope is as thin as the hope of finding Kembangmas.
“If it's like this, you can't run anymore.” Rara walked to the side of Mantingan. “You have to face them. This time, your life is really at stake. If it is like a dice, you get five death marks on the six surfaces. Please don't die, do your best for me.”
The mantel nodded for sure. Wasn't Rara beside him at the moment in a completely real form? Even if Mantingan died today, then there was at least Rara next to him. Accompanying his last moments. And sure enough, Mantingan will smile at him.
“Your mind is terrible, Mantingan,” said Rara. “But do your best for me if you don't want to do it for you.”
The mantan no longer spoke in his mind, directly uttering through his mouth. “I'll do it for you.”
“Hero Man.” Uncle Bala stepped up and stopped beside Mantingan. “They are no match for us if we fight directly. Therefore, we must utilize the Magic Throw to fight them.”
“Uncle Bala, we can work together. There are three matching magic styles that I mastered.”
“Tell me, Hero Man.”
“Acts Throwing Fruit Steps, Dragon Steps Split Storm, and the last one is Moon and Sun Style.”
Uncle Bala nodded his head. “I mastered the first two moves you mentioned. But the third step comes from the White Wind College. I don't master it.”
“Hm, do we have to let them have a conversation first before we cut them.” One of the masked men said while laughing softly.
“Remember the wise man, do not procrastinate work, or work will accumulate.”
Their voices were hoarded by the voice of Uncle Bala who should be more Mantingan pay attention. “We use the Dragon Skirt to Split the Storm. With that style, we can easily face them all at once.”
Mantian nodded. It was indeed like that the Dragon Path Splitting Storm, devoted to facing many opponents at once. The mantle prepares the ejection box and its engraver to create a spell.
“They're crazy people, Hero Man. They should all be killed before we can get out of this place.”
The mantingan nodded back, he would be happy to kill people like them whose treatment had gone too far. If they are not stopped immediately, more and more people will be victims of their actions. They are not humans, they are demons. Must be destroyed immediately!
Luckily for the two of them, because the room that will be the place of this fight is in a quiet hallway that is far apart from human activities.
