The Musafir

River; Poison of the Unknown Swordsman

ONCE AGAIN Mantingan nodded his head. “Hopefully he did not take this matter too seriously.”

“I think the fire of your anger has gone out, Mantingan.” Rara laughed softly. “So, put my duties to work here.”

“You'll go again, Rara?”

“Yes. Until you need me, I'll be back again.”

“I need you in every breath.” The mantant hurriedly replied.

“Your words are too beautiful for my ears, Mantingan.”

Mantingan turned his head on the branch below him, no longer was Rara sitting there swinging her legs. Mantingan let out a long sigh, only able to smile faintly before flying all the way to the other trees to catch up with the Northern River Angel.

Mantingan followed the North River Angel until the sun appeared in the fissure of the hills. It was then that he could see the state of the Northern River Angel more clearly. How much he felt concerned and felt like laughing too.

The North River Angel looks very shabby. Kumal. His red clothes were full of earth patterns. Even at the bottom, it is crusty by mud. The face of the North River Angel was no less bad. Looks riled up when removing the veil.

“Because of br*ngek Mantingan I became like this.”

The mantan can only satisfy his laughter in the heart. Let the Angel of the North River learn to be independent from this moment. When he was with her, the clothes and body of the Northern River Angel would not be so crusted with mud like that.

Now Mantingan is with him but does not help him. At least he can get one more lesson, which is to respect the results of other people's efforts, not to see it with one eye only.

While watching the North River Angel, Mantingan heard the sound of water pounding from a distance. As well as the Northern River Angel down there, his face showed a sign of joy. Without hesitation, the girl ran through the puddle in front of her, stepping foot towards the direction of the thumping sound.

Mantingan raised his two eyebrows before going to follow the Northern River Angel.

There is a river not far from the road. But if you want to go to the edge of the river, Mantingan must separate from the streets. The road turns as it approaches the river, towards a bridge that may be somewhere else.

North River Angel through the thickets impatiently. Seeing this, Mantingan who was hiding on a tree not far from him was confused and worried. The confusion was why the Northern River Angel could not use her swordsmanship ability. And he was worried that it could not be restored.

Before the Angel of the North River reached the riverbank, Mantingan had already reached there first. Still fixed from the top of the tree, Mantingan ensures the river below it is safe and feasible to use.

The river is a shallow rocky river whose water flow is quite swift. It is worth it that the sound is heard far away. There were no dangerous creatures along the riverbank. No big crocodiles or tigers were drinking, only dreamy frogs.

There were also no dangerous objects such as sharp rocks, war-torn metals, or poisonous plants.

Then after being confirmed safe, Mantingan jumped into another tree with a soft movement of cotton. The tree of his choice was much shady so that he could hide.

The mantle ensures that the spot is sufficiently hidden before finally turning to face the other direction. His two bundles were attached to a broken branch, so that he could also rest.

The next thing Mantingan heard was the joyful cheer of the North River Angel and the sound of water splashing. The mantingan felt that everything would go fine, so he closed his eyes and tried to use the Science of Sleeping Fish.

Mantingan opened his eyes after the Northern River Angel shouted loudly.

“If you were here, I warned you that I would not be easily fooled again by you!” The voice of the Angel of the North River echoed. “After what you did to me last night, I make sure I won't be weak again.”

The mantan twisted his back to glance at the Northern River Angel below him at once to make sure the girl was not talking to him. But it seems, the Northern River Angel is not talking to Mantingan. The girl's gaze split, as if she was still looking for the form of the person she wanted to talk to.

“If you have any intention of peeking at me, then you should bite your thumb like a child because you won't get it!”

Mantingan saw the girl slowly retreating towards the river. His body sank until only his head was left alone to touch the air. His lips covered a wide smile.

“Are you happy? You won't get what you want!”

The mantan turned back to look in the opposite direction of the river. Unconsciously his forehead was wrinkled in confusion. In his mind, Mantingan wondered. Who was the warrior that the North River Angel meant? And what did the warrior do that the Angel of the North River felt deceived?

It seemed like a lot of things the Northern River Angel did during Mantingan was unconscious. Did he find another warrior before he went down to enjoy the wine? Mantingan tried to drive away the bad thoughts, but he was required to be vigilant and suspect anyone who had come into contact with the North River Angel.

“Is the poison I drank last night not immune to river water? Immune or not immune, I will drink this river water!”

The mantel almost snapped in shock. The North River Angel drank poison? Was it because of the poison that he could not use his inner power? The Mantingan met a bright spot, and he quickly realized what danger was targeting the Northern River Angel at this time!

The danger lies not in the poison that the Angel of the North River drank. Mantangs recognize toxins that can paralyze the energy center in a swordsman. Actually, the poison does not need a cure, because it is very easy to clean it from the body. However it seemed, the Northern River Angel did not know how to clear the poison.

Mantingan also does not need to worry about the poison. Because without being cleaned or given an antidote though, the poison will disappear by itself after three days.

Low-grade common poison. Intended to paralyze the Northern River Angel without damaging his body.

That's not what Mantingan worries about. The danger lies with the swordsman who intends to capture the girl.

The investigation is easy to guess. Disarm the target using poison, tail the target, then catch when the target is helpless. Mantingan then realized how much he had come on time last night. If he was a little late, he might not be able to find the Northern River Angel forever.

Now Mantingan opened his eyes wide. Put on a sharp look. Most likely, the swordsman who did that to the Northern River Angel still existed in this place. Waiting for Mantingan to watch over the girl.

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Until episode 211 UNEDITED.

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