The Musafir
The Book of the Lotus
“The Lotus Book that is circulating is a forged book. No longer a true book. But in the hands of Trika today, it is a true book, even though it is a book of translation. The person who translated this book is not an arbitrary person and there is no doubt about the authenticity of the book. We became one of the lucky ones, having obtained a limited translation of the Lotus Book. Now that we have finished studying it, we have decided to auction it off. Considering the Lotus Book is very valuable, we open prices starting from 800 gold pieces!”
SHORTLY AFTER Trika said, there were words from the audience of auction guests. As if I didn't want to miss that book.
“Eight hundred!”
“Eight hundred fifty!”
“Nine hundred!”
Now who bid only a special guest audience, because the price is no longer accessible to lower-class guests.
“Thousand!” Now it was Mantingan who said, being the only antidote that did not come from a special guest, he felt the need to get the book. It was possible that with the Book of Lotus, the Unnamed Poison could be cured. Or just reduce regret in life if he dies, by living a balanced life.
But it seems, it is not easy to get a book as valuable as the Book of the Lotus. Other special guests bid at a higher price than the price offered by Mantingan.
“Thousand hundred!”
Coat back earthy, “One thousand two hundred!”
“One thousand four hundred!”
Others make high offers. “Two thousand!”
Inevitably, Mantingan should put a higher price again. “Two thousand hundred!”
“Two thousand five hundred!”
“Two thousand six hundred!”
Only Mantingan and a special guest were fighting over the Lotus Book, while the other special guests seemed to be running out of money.
“Three thousand!” The guest glared at Mantingan sharply, his chest rising up and down rapidly.
Mantingan did not care about that threatening-looking gaze, he still continued bidding.
“Three thousand five hundred!”
Quiet enough. Both silent. Guests are silent too. Even the audience was silent. Hold your breath, waiting for whether that special guest will put up a price again or not.
The special guest who was the parobaya man hit the table before him. His gaze stared at Mantingan sharply and fiercely. He did not say a word that threatened Mantingan, only that his gaze could be interpreted as a threat. As if to say, if the Mantingan did not retract his offer, then he would be in deep trouble.
Mantingan felt no need to worry about the parobaya man. The old man should know that in the auction, the one who bids at the highest price will get the goods. If it threatened the other auction participants, then the rules he had broken could get him expelled from the auction venue.
However, the parobaya man did not say anything that threatened Mantingan. Which in another sense, he did not violate the rules of the auction. No matter how threatening his eyes were. One cannot accuse others at an official event just because of his gaze alone.
Everything is still silent.
“Alright if so, Trika will close the price.”
Gong spanked. The goods have been sold. Parobaya man who was a rival Mantingan was furious not playing, like a caged tiger who was staring at his prey, waiting for his cage to open until he could pounce.
A servant delivers a wooden crate containing the Book of Lotus to the Coat. The waiter also asked for payment in advance.
The mantel received the wooden crate with trembling hands. After all, the item in his hand cost 3,500 gold pieces. It was not a small amount, even for Mantingan though.
Mantingan asked if he could use the Stone as a means of payment. The waiter agreed, even saying that customers who paid with Batu would be given a rebate. Be that time Mantingan received 100 pieces of gold discounted price.
The North River Angel next to him said calmly, “The problem we are facing now is not about how expensive the Lotus Book is, but about how dangerous it is after you get the book.”
Mantingan whispered softly, “What do Sisters mean?”
“The person looks dissatisfied with Brother,” he said then. “He won't stop there. Although this is only my estimate, Brother should remain vigilant.”
Mantingan let out a long sigh while observing the auction that was starting to enter the end of the event. He knew that the problem he was facing was not a small one. He realized he was taking the wrong step.
“For now, Brother can still be calm. Didn't I have an agreement to protect Brother?”
The mantle shook slowly. “I didn't mean it with that promise, I just wanted Sister to train more vigorously, so that I could die quietly.”
“I don't need to care, I still fulfill the promise I've already agreed to it.”
The mantan could only sigh a second time. He has no other choice. Obstructing the North River Angel's intention is not wise, for the Mantingan still needs protection from the girl. Keep in mind, Mantingan should not use too much energy in.
The auction show ended completely after Trika left the auction stage. It was then that Mantingan and the Northern River Angel immediately left his seat, exiting the auction field along with hundreds of other guests.
Although the auction had ended, the spectator stands were not deserted. The crowd increased after the gamblers distributed the money as a sign of a big win. Flowers began to appear, licking the most valuable players, hoping to get a little flush of gold metal from him.
Mantingan asked the North River Angel to speed up his pace, unable to bear to see everything that was happening in the spectator stands.
The two went back past the three-story building which was the storage of auction items. Currently, the building is being demolished slowly. From the looks of it, the auction party would leave this village before dawn arrived.
They entered the market. Can be seen not a few shops that are holding small auctions. Hundreds of items were auctioned off at very cheap prices. Thus, the auction market is getting crowded by visitors.
Everything seemed fine as they walked through the middle of the market street, until Mantingan heard the sound of the wind several fathoms behind him. What a greatness it is not a gust of wind, or the thickness of the fabric that was accidentally created from one of the market visitors, and not also the sound of bat wings. Mantingan clearly knew that the sound of greatness came from the movements of the swordsman.
Although Mantingan is not using sharp hearing knowledge, but the experience and instinct of Mantingan as a swordsman who takes the role. As a swordsman, Mantingan must continue to be vigilant. Under any circumstances. While sleeping, or even enjoying a night like this.
Mantingan did not tell this matter to the North River Angel. It is possible that the voice came from a passing warrior, without having any ill intentions on Mantingan or the North River Angel.
