The Musafir

The Drunk North River

MANTAN POUNDED once. He also agreed, the attack carried out by the swordsman can be said to be too excessive.

However, the Northern River Angel did not seem to care much for the condition of his opponent's body that had been crumbled dimly. His eyes turned again towards his last opponent in the tavern.

“From the North River,” the swordsman who was stared at was hissing long when calling the girl's name, still with a feminine tone, “ku admitted, you are quite great. Hihihihi!” Suddenly he laughed loudly. “But you are not strong enough to make me fear death! HIHIHIHIHIHI!”

The Angel of the North River did not answer. Coldly, he finished the swordsman's life while laughing out loud. Suddenly his body had appeared before the swordsman, with the Bloodthirsty Pigeon Sword embedded right in his heart.

After spewing out a few gulps of blood, the swordsman's body fell down. On the shop floor, he was covered in blood that flowed from his wound and was no longer able to move.

The remaining warrior had no other choice but to attack after seeing all his comrades killed in this place. But unfortunately, he could not give much resistance because the North River Angel had already perfected it.

The Northern River Angel slapped his sword into the air to cleanse the blood from his blade. It was only then that he sheathed it with great honor.

The girl's eyes suddenly glanced at Mantingan. The mantel to his surprise. The gaze of the Northern River Angel was still as sharp as the eyes of an eagle, still harboring a great killing appetite. Mantingan understood what the poor girl was facing, he rushed to her with greatness.

“Do not approach me, Brother.” The Northern River Angel took a few steps back while shaking her head. “Do not, at least until my hands are no longer dirty.”

The mantle looked at him. “Saudari, there is not a single drop of enemy blood staining you. Really.”

The mantel does not play with his words. There was not a single drop of enemy blood that hit the clothes or body of the Northern River Angel. The girl is clean.

But the North River Angel refused. “You know, Brother. I was so unaccustomed to killing crowds, even though the one I killed was an enemy that threatened the safety of my soul. So, don't come near me until I feel better.”

The Northern River Angel disappeared after she said so. The mantan could only exhale deeply, staring at the open window that presented the night scene out there.

A moment later, Mantingan glanced at the end of the stairs as he felt that someone was there. Sure enough, Kana was standing there. His face tensed up after seeing the ferocity of the Northern River Angel with his own eyes. Can it be trusted.

The mantel drew a cold breath. Never mind Kana, Mantingan also found it difficult to believe what he saw just now.

“Everything needs to be done,” said the store owner's father, “before my other customers see all this.”

***

Once NIGHT the Little Angel of the North River just returned to the store. At first the girl intended to go straight to her room, but was restrained after hearing Mantingan call her at one of the tavern dining tables.

The Northern River Angel had no reason to refuse. In accordance with his promise earlier, Mantingan can talk to him after he feels better. So the girl immediately went to the table where Mantingan occupied.

After the Northern River Angel sat on one of his benches, Mantingan thrust a warm cup of tea at him, then looked at the girl with a gentle gaze.

“Have felt better?”

The Northern River Angel simply nodded her head in return.

Smiling coat. “You have done something that makes me proud of you, Sasmita.”

The Northern River Angel glanced at the young man for a moment before shaking his head in regret. “That's absolutely not worth being proud of.”

Back Mantingan asked, “Why?”

“Aren't you supposed to do that?”

Back the Angel of the North River shook his head. “I can paralyze them.”

“They are secret network warriors. Even if you cripple him, they have a thousand ways to kill themselves so that his group's description is unknown to outsiders.”

The girl understands. When a secret swordsman has engaged in a fight, getting caught is not an option.

However, the Northern River Angel fell silent. He was indeed unable to refute the words of the Mantingan that one.

“A cup of tea will help you a lot, Sister.” Mantingan intended to remind the Northern River Angel of the cup of tea before him.

The girl quickly shook her head and called the father of the shop owner. “Mr! Please bring a piece of palm juice to this table.”

Mantingan bought eyes. Really really? Is that really what you heard? Is it natural that he could hardly believe what the Northern River Angel said? When the father of the shop owner brought a pitcher to the table, Mantingan's eyes were still buying.

The Angel of the North River raised the cup containing his tea towards the Mantingan cup that had been almost empty—tentunya after waiting for the Angel of the North River for so long. The girl poured all her tea into the Mantingan cup and used her cup to drink the wine.

The mantan was completely unable to believe what he was looking at.

“I'm sure you can take care of me if I get drunk, Mantingan,” said the Angel of the North River after spending the wine in his cup in one sip. Now he filled the cup with the wine in the jug again. “This has become my habit in Champa when I feel uncomfortable. So don't block me now.”

One cup of palm wine was again spent by the girl in one gulp. The mantain really could not prevent it. The third cup, the face of the Northern River Angel began to blush.

“Suggest, not too much. More than that, you have done evil to your own body.”

“Make evil on my own body?” The Northern River Angel replied in a strange tone. “My body is happy. The night air is very cold, and this wine makes the body warm. What is evil? Unless, if you want to accompany me to bed tonight.”

The mantel spread his bad thoughts. “Sasmita, you're starting to bounce. Stop your drinks.”

“Mana can!” The Northern River Angel snapped suddenly. “Mr, get one more jug!”

The father of the shop owner, though he knew that it was not good, but still brought a piece of wine to the table.

“I'm so surprised at you, Mantingan. I thought all your kindness was just a rottenness that you pretended to be able to get close to me. But after a long time has passed, we continue to be together, and you have absolutely no ill intentions of me. Even now, you ... absolutely ...”

The North River Angel. Now the girl was not half drunk, but was completely drunk!

“You should sleep now.”

“Mana can!” Again the girl snarled. “While drunk like this, I must be on full alert! I knew that the ten warriors had left this tavern. They must have wanted to attack me from outside the store!”

“You're really drunk, Sasmita. They went out of the store to watch the streets. And for them, it will be much easier to attack from the inside than from the outside.”