The Musafir
Killed Vice Village Chief; Conversation of Two Pirate
“Ampun, Sir, will be dangerous do!”
It is clear what is next to be heard. The sound of scratching on the ground. Mantingan saw the North River Angel grimacing. Indeed, if you think back, then the sound is the sound of nails scratching the ground.
“Quick! In the end, I will not hesitate to replace and kill you!”
“Ampun, Sir! Sahaya will fight as fast as she can!”
“Good! Remember how much your wife will be pleased to be spoiled by us. And how happy she is that I brought your head to her!”
The Northern River Angel almost made a move if only Mantingan did not hold it back. Manten. His gaze was so sharp. However, the Angel of the North River can think that his actions will only bring harm. Even though she was a more sentient woman, the Northern River Angel restrained her anger.
The mantel had pressed him many times before leaving. The Angel of the North River must not be provoked by anger. The girl also must not take any rash action to save one person, if it aborts more innocent people.
To prevent that, the North River Angel kept his hand away from the handle of the kelewang. Although a swordsman is required to put his palm not far from his weapon. However, it was better than him pulling a slobber unconsciously.
“I'm sure the hole you dug is deep enough, but why haven't you met the treasure chest yet?!”
“Ampun, Sir! Forgive yourself this helpless servant. Let me dig somewhere else!”
There's no reply. Just the sound of air. The mantan was about to move as fast as lightning, but he knew that he was too late. Next, there was a thud.
“Crazy. What have you done?!”
“Are your eyes nearsighted? I killed him.”
“He's the deputy head of the village, Balu! Only he knew where the treasure contained the books was hidden. After the village chief was killed, then the treasure was impossible to find!”
“Downship of the village chief! He just extends our work. Look how he doesn't remember the red flag. Better, we'll just comb it.”
“I don't want to comb through nights like this. We only have two people. Tomorrow morning we come again here, bring two dozen men.”
“Two dozen? That's too much.”
“Our goal is solely to find the treasure before anyone else gets it. Let alone two dozen, five dozen must be deployed.”
“That's the total number of our people, Sanwa. Don't just talk. If you sound, you could be considered a rebel.”
“Then my friend, I will be very willing if told to rebel our chairman. Do you not realize that your voice desires to rule the Wind Bell Village for a long time?”
“You're the one who doesn't even understand, Balu. If the chief ruled this village for so long that he received the attention of the land of Taruma, wouldn't you be placed in the front row while running like a donkey?”
The conversation stopped for a long time. The mantel actually held his breath. Night crickets fill the silence.
“Do we want what this body is? Should we take him to headquarters?”
“Do not have. Just bring his head. I would love to show this man's head in front of his wife and child.”
“Do not long. You take the horse. Daku will leave first.”
The sound of horses neighing. The sound of horses moving away. Not long after, there was another sound of neighing and clattering of horse treads away. The mantel raised his head slightly without fear. Look around. He nodded slowly after making sure it was safe.
Suddenly the Northern River Angel pulled up her sleeves. The mantle turned, the girl was about to say something.
“It's safe. Say.”
“Why didn't you help that guy? I thought you were holding me back because you were the one who wanted to attack. Now I ask you, answer!”
Mantingan advised the North River Angel not to create a commotion. “I'm holding Sister doesn't mean I want to save her. But I had intended to save that man, too bad I was late.”
The Northern River Angel wanted to say something, but her tongue was unwilling to move. Then he could only swallow that bitter reality with a long sigh. Even if Mantingan saves him, it does not mean things will get better.
These people came on horseback. Something that warriors rarely do. It was easy for the Mantingan to kill them all. Easier than turning the palm. However, it will create a very long and dangerous business.
If the two robbers are missing, then his colleagues will immediately suspect that they are missing because they have been killed. In a secret network in the world of shortcomings, the mysterious loss of one member can be a big problem. Especially if the missing members are patrolling outside the headquarters.
If their suspicions do not yield results, then Mantingan will be the next target of suspicion. In the Wind Bell Village, it was known that Mantingan was a swordsman. When that happens, then the Mantingan's space will be more limited. Rescue efforts threatened to fail.
The sacrifice of one person if enough exchanged hundreds of souls in the Wind Bell Village. They're threatened. They're suffocating. Death can come at any time.
“Come, Sister,” whispered smiling Manten. “Let us continue our journey. We should not be silent for too long.”
The North River Angel nodded slowly. They step back. Light, quiet. This time their backs slightly lowered, avoiding the possibility of someone looking. They crossed paths that went nowhere. Just crossing it, not walking on it. They are intruders, it is not wise to walk on the path. Like intruders, they walk in unexpected places.
Mantan had obtained knowledge from Kiai Kedai, about the way to infiltrate. Complete with anticipation in various circumstances during infiltration. The teacher said, “Your infiltration is not only used for black flow only. Infiltrate, if it has a good purpose, then it is justifiable.”
At that time, Kiai Guru Kedai gave Mantingan a book about the intruder. Mantingan was asked to study the book for one week. A week later, Mantingan was ordered to stay away from the training ground. All Mantingan had to do was infiltrate unbeknownst to his teacher.
