The Musafir

City Dining Shops

KECIl room but very beautiful was silent goods for a moment, before finally Mantingan disperse silent by asking questions as a beginning before explaining. “Nyai, is there anyone else in this room besides the three of us?”

Dara shook her head. “Only the three of us. This is a room embedded underground, I make sure no one else is here nor anyone else is trying to eavesdrop.”

Mantingan nodded before continuing, “Bidadari Sungai Utara, and the empress' entourage must arrive immediately after the White Wind College. But I don't have to move too fast to get there. Cana and I will outwit those who are trying to stalk us by moving in another direction but with the same goal, which is the White Wind School, he said, until finally the North River Angel and the empress arrived at the White Wind College. That's my plan, Nyai.”

“Isn't that too dangerous for you and Kana, Mantingan?”

The mantan was about to reply, but Cana suddenly cut him off. “So don't doubt the Kakanda Man, he was able to crush more than a thousand warriors alone!”

Dara was silent for a while before patting her forehead and laughing loosely. “I almost forgot about that. Hero Man has destroyed the Sea Beggar Association by defeating more than two thousand black-flow warriors alone, right? How can I doubt his abilitya.”

The mantan could only fall silent and faintly smile in response to that. He is still not happy if it is brought back.

“Alright, Mantingan,” said Dara after she returned in earnest. “I get word that White Wind Padepokan is also in this city. I'll send my men to report this matter to the parish. I also included some trusted bodyguards to protect your group to the White Wind School. Is that enough to replace your presence in that entourage?”

The mantang nodded his head. “That's more than enough, Nyai. Thank you very much. And presumably, me and Kana should as soon as possible get out of here. I still have a lot of things to buy before nightfall. Again, thank you very much for all your help and attention.”

“Stay seated at your place, Mantingan.” Dara said quickly, as if the Mantingan would disappear forever if it moved its seat. “Tell me, what items are you going to buy?”

Mantingan pulled out a sheet of pontoons containing his list of groceries. Just as he was about to read it, Dara's hand had already breathed the thrower from Mantingan's hand.

“Is this everything?” Dara said after she finished reading the list.

“Ya.” Mantian nodded.

“Urusan is very easy, I will ask my men to buy all this stuff. As for you and Kana, come with me to the city tavern. From what I heard, the food in the shop was always delicious.”

“No, no.” The mantle immediately refused. “It was too troublesome Nyai.”

“I don't normally accept rejection, then you can't refuse either. Let's hurry now, it's lunch time.”

Dara stood up and quickly pulled Mantingan's arm towards the exit of the room. Meanwhile, Kana let out a long breath. For a moment the boy muttered on the empty seat next to him that had not been occupied at all , “In this room, I was treated the same as you.”

***

THAT AFTERNOON. In the town's diner, which turns out to be named Purnama Merah, Mantingan, Kana, and Dara sit behind the same room table while eating dishes in the form of chicken and grilled fish.

Kana and Dara ate voraciously, while Mantingan barely touched the dish at all. The food is very slow. How not? Two large-bodied Dara guards kept staring at him sharply. As it were, Mantingan was an enemy in plain sight who could move at any time to kill Dara if an opportunity arose.

The mantra is not afraid of them. That's not. He felt that the two guards were starving and could only look at the dishes on his plate. It made him lose his hunger.

“Why do you seem uninspired, Mantingan?” Dara asked in between her meals. “Does this dish taste bad?”

“Not hungry? Look at Kana and me, we still eat very well despite having eaten so many dishes that our stomachs are full, but still hungry. Isn't your reason not based on anything at all, Mantingan?”

Mantingan just smiled and bribed dishes in the form of roasted chicken with honey. The mantle raised an eyebrow. For him, roasted chicken polished honey that he ate is absolutely nothing compared to the work of the North River Angel. Even so, this roasted chicken is still classified as above the average pleasure.

Not so careless even though he was eating a dish, Mantingan lowered his head while a flying knife targeted his head from the side. As a result, the knife just shot on it before stuck in the ceiling of the store.

The mantel re-energizes his body. He looked around to see who had sent him a flying knife with such speed and precision. However, he did not find anyone with any strange gurgles around him. Everything went as if the flying blade had never crossed so fast and was capable of killing anyone in an instant.

Only then did Mantingan realize that in addition to being fast and precise, the flying knife was also very quiet. There was no sound it made when it hit the roofs of the room. It is only natural that ordinary people do not realize the existence of the knife until now.

The mantle stood up from his chair. Not paying attention to Dara wondering behind her. With one jump, he took a flying knife that stuck in the ceiling. It was only there that Dara and her two bodyguards realized that Mantingan had just been attacked!

Mantingan noticed the flying knife which turned out to be on the handle there was a roll of cloth tied. The mantle unbinds it before opening the cloth. Discovered characters written using ink liquid.

I'm waiting for you on a hill that has three peaks

fight me tonight

I am the only one who knows

that you brought with you the Angel of the North River and Sri Prameswari

In fact, there was another scroll inside the cloth. Calmly, Mantingan opened and read it.

I didn't give that news to anyone

Just want to fight with you

Because I know that died at the hands of a hero

Much better for me

The mantle breathed a long breath. What a friendly word behind the letter, there was quite a terrible threat. If in this place the author of the letter was the only outsider who knew that the North River Angel and the empress were with Mantingan, then it could be dangerous if the greatest.

In a border city like this, it is not impossible that there is an underground network that will move immediately upon hearing the news.

Moreover, the expertise of the author of this letter is clearly not just any expertise. Throwing a flying knife quickly, precisely, and quietly, what kind of swordsman is capable of doing that?

Mantingan returned to his seat while massaging his head which began to feel dizzy.