The Musafir

Enemy Headquarters Monitoring

THAT IS THE PERFECTION OF LIFE. When humans patch up the shortcomings of other humans. However, this perfection of life is just a piece of cake from the true perfection of life.

The true perfection of life happens to a person when he or she is united with the Creator. “One” is not in physical terms. His physique would not resemble a divine deity descending to earth eradicating evil. His physique would still be like an ordinary mortal. But his behavior and words are a reflection of the Creator.

So what it says is the words of the Creator. What he does is the work of the Creator. That is the true perfection of life. However, it takes tremendous devotion to achieve this perfection of life. While Mantingan, still far from the word perfection of life.

But at the very least, Mantingan had understood the path of perfection in the lives of warriors was wrong.

Still darting in the shadow of the moon, Mantingan and the Angel of the North River had far left the village. Now entering a very large area of pesawahan. This pesawahan is what makes the Wind Bell Village can survive and even develop over time. And according to the news that circulated, pesawahan in Lonceng Wind Village increasingly widespread when Punawarman pay attention to the issue of water irrigation.

However, there is no time to think about welfare or water irrigation. Mantens should think about how they can get to the destination without being followed by another swordsman!

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MANTINGAN AND the North River Angel slowed his pace after the Tracer Pair Thrower showed signs of a dead red. This means that the destination is very close.

Mantingan waved at the Northern River Angel then pointed downwards. They simultaneously go down. Stop and stand for a moment before hiding behind the tree trunk.

Mantingan glanced at the Northern River Angel who was hiding not far from him. Although it is night, the moonlight is quite bright. The forest is not too thick. He saw the North River Angel nodding his head.

The mantan then switched to its Tracker Throw. The red color in most of his strokes was evident at night. If the current spout of the Mantang hold is very close to the splinter of its partner, then the entire stroke on the surface of the ejection will be bright red.

Mantingan peeked out from behind the trunk of his hidden tree. How quiet and quiet around him. Only the sound of insects at night—one can hear the sound of owls and the howl of coyotes. The silvery moonlight pierced through the leaves and branches of the trees. Not much fog was visible there.

The mantle ensures once again safety around it. Sign the North River Angel to move. This time, however, they did not flutter. Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara walk fast, but still use the science of lightening the high body. Not a trace or sound was produced.

If they flashed like ordinary warriors, then they would be more easily tracked by enemy warriors. The strength still caused a strong wind. For warriors who have high hearing knowledge, it is easy for them to know the movements of a swordsman—more-two swordsmen.

But with them walking, no sound had to be made. Not without risk. If there were warriors patrolling, then their existence could clearly be seen. Different when they are flashing. However, this is the safest way.

The mantel glanced to his left. The place where the North River Angel walks lightly. Although his face was covered with a veil, his eyes showed courage. Not like old times. Secretly, Mantingan smiled in his mind. Glad to see the rapid change in Bidadari Sungai Utara.

In the darkness of the forest, the two young men continued walking. They are not walking on the path. They walk on land that has never been stepped on. The common people certainly did not expect the existence of the Mantingan and the North River Angel in the middle of the deserted forest. They will be more distrustful of the existence of warriors on the tops of trees that watch the quiet forest—which even a piggy bank is very wary of.

“We hope that the robbers are not warriors.” Mantang whispered through the Whispering Science of the Wind. “If what is seen is that they are not warriors, then still execute the plan! Don't act rashly, and don't get hooked.”

The mantel raised his hand with an open palm. They had agreed that it was a sign to stop. Then stop both. Simultaneously. Mantingan sharpens his hearing using a style. It sounds more clear and real. Horse tread!

The mantel lowered his arms to chest level. Straightened forward. His palm is still open. Signs to squat. After himself and the Northern River Angel bowed, Mantingan pointed at the thickets not far in front of him. Then move them there.

The sound of the horse's feet grew louder. It can even be heard without chanting. The mantan uses the Science of Wind Control to disguise the sound of his second breath. Until now, the condition of the two was completely silent. Heartbeats are not heard.

The horse's steps were getting closer. So close that Mantingan felt three horses walking behind the thickets of his hide. The North River Angel was hit by a great tension that closed his eyes.

The sound of the horse disappeared. But it was not because they had drifted away, but the horse that stopped!

The mantel manages his breathing. Only by adjusting his breathing could he remain calm.

“True here?”

“True, Sir. It's true here.”

There was a conversation between two people. One person with a commanding tone, and one other person with a frightened tone.

“He! We see no sign of that red flag you mentioned!” I heard the voices of others. It was the third horseman.

“Sahaya didn't know it, Sir! Really not knowing anything! Sahaya only got word from Mr. Kades, that the treasure was buried under a red flag.”

“Then why did you bring us here? Isn't that all you got?!”

“Master, I have occasionally been invited by Mr. Kades to hunt through this path. Every time you cross this road, Mr. Kades shows the red flag to the peril. The perilous look is actually here, sir, right under the dangerous horse foot of this ride.”

There was a loud slap. Followed by the sound of screaming that is no less loud. The silence of the forest. The Northern River Angel opened her eyes in alarm. Groped the handle of his armpit. The mantle raised his hand slowly. Arresting the girl did something rash.

“Ampuni shahaya, Sir! Pardon the danger!”

“No I will forgive you if you are caught lying! Quickly dig up the ground you laid out is where the red flag was planted! Dig with your contemptible nails!”