The Musafir
New Sword for the Northern River Angel
“This sword, very good.” Mantingan clucked in admiration. “Although only wooden swords, if used appropriately it will be a deadly weapon.”
The gun dealer smiled and nodded. Proud. “Tiis one of the abal-abal swords I sold here. I made it very carefully. Even for this wooden sword, it took me five days to perfect it.”
The mantel smiles too. “What is the price of this sword, Mr?”
“Enough ten pieces of silver,” said the seller.
“Bapak took five days to make this sword, then why is it so cheap?” Mantian asked. Wonderingly.
“Because after all, this sword is just a wooden sword. Wooden swords are usually sold very cheap.”
“But the wooden sword you made is very different. Can I say, this is a masterpiece.” Mantingan looked back at the wooden sword in his hand.
“A masterpiece?” The seller then laughed. “If you want to call it that, then I can only agree. However, to make the wooden sword you hold, I only need a few pieces of bronze.”
“I disagree, Father. Let me pay more.” The mantel reached into the pocket of the coffers on his waist. Didn't want the gun seller to argue again. According to Mantingan, even though the sword was just a wooden sword, it was amazing. The sword is shiny, but not slippery. Not too heavy. Must be just any wood.
The mantel pulled out a piece of gold. Put it out to the gun dealer. Without refusing any more, the old man immediately stored a piece of gold into his bag.
“Is there anything else you want to buy here, Young Man?”
Mantian nodded. Then look back. The place of the North River Angel. The girl just raised her eyebrows. Not understanding the meaning of Mantingan's gaze. But then, Mantingan immediately said, “Saudari can choose any weapon here. Kelewang used Sister is no longer qualified if used in a fight. Wouldn't it be dangerous when the weapon suddenly broke?”
Soon the Angel of the North River shook his head. “Do not. I don't want to trouble Brother.”
“No hassle. Counting down, this is as a sign of my gratitude for the gentle demeanor as long as Sister takes care of me. Choose whichever weapon you want. I will definitely pay for it.”
The Angel of the North River could not resist. Himself and Mantingan can be said to be close. Moreover, there was a sword that the girl had been looking at. Obviously he wanted it.
“Thank you, Brother. Let me have a look first.”
The mantle smiled and nodded. Back to the front view. “Do you have a Dragonfly Cap needle?”
“Do not ask for the presence or absence of such a thing. It is common for a gun shop to sell flying needles, especially Dragonfly. You want me to get you how many packs?”
“One pack seems enough, Mr.” The mantan said after thinking for a while.
“Good. Wait a minute here, I'll be back.”
The gun dealer went back into the room in the store. While waiting, Mantingan approached the North River Angel not far from him. The girl is not as usual. In his eyes, looks serious. He looked at a white-colored sword hanging on the shop wall.
The scabbard is white wood that is polished until shiny. While the sword blade of the item was certainly invisible, it was covered by a sword sheath. While the handle of the sword is longer than the handle of the sword in general. The hoisting of the sword over the wall had hinted at something. Special weapons.
The Northern River Angel shrugged her shoulders. “I don't think.”
“Then why do you look at it constantly?”
“Yes. Actually I want the sword,” said Bidadari Sungai Utara in the end. “As I thought, isn't my old sword still with you?”
The thin smiling mantle. Memorizing memories of the past. “Yes. I still keep it. Forgot to give it to you, forgive.”
“I just used that old sword.”
The mantan then frowned, himself quite astonished. “All weapons sold in this store are not abal-abal weapons, Sister. Are you sure you don't want to take the sword and use the old one?”
“This I did to save money, Brother. I still don't need a new sword.”
“But Sister will face a fight. If Sister decides to use the sword, then the sword must be the best. About the price, do not think about it, let me bear it.”
The Northern River Angel stared at Mantingan meaningfully. Then said he, “If that is so, then I will take this.”
Warm smiling coat. Then he replied, “Then take it.”
Coinciding with that, the gun dealer walked out of his room. Three packs of flying needles were in his hands. The seller quickly approached Mantingan and Bidadari North River.
“This is a needle of Dragonfly Cap, Son. For you 90 gold pieces only.”
The mantan receives a packet of needles and pays. Dragonfly needles are very expensive. Mantingan once bought it at the Chicken Jago Market for 100 gold pieces. Now there are only 90 gold pieces. The gun dealer's words are not nonsense.
After receiving the payment, the old man went to see the North River Angel who was lowering a white sword from the wall. The man muttered to the person next to him, Mantingan.
“Good choice. A good choice. The weapon was forged for a full thousand days. Due to the price, not many people are interested in buying it.”
And at that moment, Mantingan suddenly worried. Indeed, it can be said that the choice of North River Angel is a good choice, and a good choice is an expensive price. Mantingan had promised to pay for all the weapons the girl wanted to buy, but she was worried she could not pay for the one.
“What is the price, Mr?”
“Seven hundred gold pieces.”
Mantingan bought his eyes. So relaxed, the gun seller when saying the price. Like selling nuts. Or a light snack. However, what he actually meant was an expensive precious sword! The mantle was almost in disbelief.
“I didn't bring that much money, Mr.” Manten muttering. Very slow. As if nothing is slower than that. To make sure that the Angel of the North River did not hear it at all. And luckily the girl did not hear him at all, she seemed to be flipping through the sword.
Shortly thereafter, an answer was heard, “You can take him first. Pay later. I'm sure you have a lot of money.”
