The Musafir

Mamanic Potions

HOWEVER, Bidadari Sungai Utara shook his head. “I only do my duties and promises. My intention is nothing more than that. Brother don't be too prejudiced against me.”

“You sure you're not interested if I offer you this book?” The mantel raised the petals of the Book of Lotus, seemingly indeed deliberately showing it to the Northern River Angel.

The North River Angel was silent for quite a while. Of course he had to take the decision to accept or reject the offer of the Spell. In retrospect, then the offer of the Mantingan greatly benefited him. But the Angel of the North River felt unworthy of the book. Last night, he only kept his promise to secure Mantingan, not because he wanted to borrow the book another day.

But in any case, the Lotus Book was too valuable to pass up just because of a sense of prestige. The North River Angel could not deny that he was quite curious about the contents of the Lotus Book. He even wants to learn it.

Refusing the offer of Mantingan was an extremely foolish act, so the North River Angel chose to accept it. “I'll borrow it from you if I need it.”

Then Mantingan nodded in satisfaction. “Come to my room if Sisters need it.”

The mantel pulled itself back, about to leave the table. But detained by the North River Angel, no matter what his intentions and desires.

“Does Sister want to borrow the Lotus Book right now? This is if you want.”

“No. I just want to remind you that at noon come to the Drug Store. Lady Mother told me that the potion will be finished this afternoon as well, she asked you to come there.”

Manten nodded, then it appeared that he had just remembered something. “Saudari, how about the kids?”

“Kina and Kana? Didn't they just go for a walk?”

“Not that. How do they respond after we return home without bringing the gift we have been promised? Did they become disappointed?”

“As you saw earlier, they are not disappointed. I told him that we were attacked— I certainly didn't tell him about the murder, so they understood and didn't blame it. They are much happier after we come home intact and safe.”

Unknowingly, Mantingan gave a happy smile. “Kana and Kina are not ordinary children, they are smart.”

“They were forced into adulthood earlier by circumstances. That's what makes them smart."

“Ya, I know it.” The mantan nodded slowly while exhaling. “I hope Sisters can be a substitute mother figure for them. They have lost something, which may only be regained through Sister.”

The North River Angel was silent. Yet it had seemed that he would do that even though the Mantingan had not asked for it. The mantle smiled in relief before turning around and leaving.

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THAT AFTERNOON, Mantingan went to the Hero Drug Store. But this time, he came with Kana and Kina. The mantans feel it would be dangerous to leave them alone at home unattended. Remembering the Book of Lotus is in the hands of Mantingan. It is not impossible for anyone to steal the book. And it is not impossible for anyone to seek revenge.

Of course, Mantingan did not leave his home without strict security. Suppose someone wants to look closely, then there will be dozens of Trapping Magic Throws scattered everywhere. It was highly unlikely for a swordsman to be able to enter if not injured. And it was highly unlikely that a sorcerer would be able to enter if it did not take one day and one night.

At that time, Kina and Kana were playing in the backyard of the Wira Drug Store. While Mantingan, Bidadari Sungai Utara, and Wiranti were in the treatment room. The shop was closed for a while.

It had been seen from the beginning that Mantingan felt bad. Not that he did not like the treatment room which only had one torch as lighting, not also because the aroma of drugs that burst into his nose. However, he was not at all at the service shown to him. According to him, it was too much.

“Mother Wira, actually you can re-open the store, no need to over-think myself this.”

The mantan choked on his own breath after hearing that. His face seemed to be in disbelief at what his ears had just heard. Is Wiranti trying to make him a test frog?

“Just relax, Brother Man.” The Northern River Angel saw the change on Mantingan's face, instantly calming him down. “The ingredients contained in the herb have been confirmed to be harmless to the body.”

“Even after combined into one herb?”

The North River Angel and the Hero both nodded their heads. “Do not think of us as cruel people.”

“Of course not, I don't think like that.” The mantel laughed awkwardly. “When should I drink that potion?”

“If Anak Man is ready.” Wiranti answered, smiling.

In the mind of a Mantingan, actually Wiranti's speech again made him suspicious. Why wait to be ready first? But as a man, Mantingan replied firmly, “I am ready, Mother Wira.”

“Good, I like your confidence.” The mother was seen taking something under the treatment table. “This is Maman Potion, you must know where the name of this herb is taken.”

The coats laugh in shame. “This from Kina.”

“Yes, that's right. I hope this works well for Son Maman.”

The joke of the old man was actually unable to make Mantingan laugh, but the young man still laughed in honor of Wiranti who had painstakingly made this potion for him.

Mantingan then looked at the reed roof filled with the potion. Smiling faintly. Imagine how it feels after being rubbed by the tongue.

“Please drink, Son Man, don't be shy.”

The mantle nodded once more. Grabbing the roof of the reed and opening the lid on it, and unhesitatingly stuffing all the liquid into his mouth. The mantan immediately shut its mouth tightly, preventing itself from spewing out the potion.

Duhais. How gnarly the Mantingan's forehead had hinted at such a bitter poison. Even the young man's body started to wiggle. However, there was not the slightest drop of the potion inside his mouth. Not in front of Mother Wira and Angel of the North River. Manten swallowed all of the herbs into his throat, but the bitter taste still tightly embraced his tongue.

“I didn't really focus on the taste of potions. So forgive if it feels bad.”

The mantang showed his stiff smile and nodded slowly. To him, the bitter taste of the poison was nothing if it had to be exchanged for his health. Not only does it taste bad, but it's very, very unpleasant.

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