The Musafir

Lontar Bantam Cahaya Cooperation

MANTINGAN feels that Dara seems to be serious when it comes to trading matters. So Mantingan also put on his attitude and his faint smile.

“How was Uncle Bala when you met?” Mantingan wants to first ask the question beyond discussion.

Although he looked confused, Dara still replied, “Bapak Bala is in good condition, I think so. He also left an unwritten message for you, which he said directly to me. Just in case I forget, then I write it down on the ejected paper. Would you like to read it?”

The mantle nodded its head. Dara put her hand back into the bag of her coffers and pulled out a few pieces of throwers tied together. The mantan immediately accepted it and then read it slowly to make sure none of the words were missed.

Hero Man, I feel like we can't see each other again

because I received a big offer to trade Magic Throw in the Land of the Roof of Heaven

I'm sorry, because I cut cooperation unilaterally

I'll leave it to Nyai Dara

if there is a chance in life, we will meet again

I'll stretch out both hands to welcome you

As he read that, Mantingan smiled widely. His feelings, he also felt the happiness felt by the parobaya merchant's man who threw. As a fellow maker of Magic Throw, Mantingan knows that the offer to sell in the Land of the Roof of Heaven is a very big opportunity. Uncle Bala is a Magic Thrower who has decades of experience in his life, he deserves that opportunity.

Mantingan put the thrower he read on the table and looked back at Dara. “Previously, myself and Uncle Bala have been deliberating to determine what the price for each of his ejection sheets is. We have set a price of eight gold pieces. Do you think it is quite affordable among young warriors?”

Dara nodded her head despite the obvious frown on her forehead. “The price is too cheap for Magic Throw that can emit bright white light like this lontarmu. It was not even impossible that the soldiers would order an immeasurable amount of Light Magic Throw if the price was this cheap. You have to increase the price, Mantingan.”

“If it is too high, won't this Magic Throw will only benefit the money?”

“In the trading world, such a thing is common, Mantingan.” Dara's voice sounded weak.

“My goal of selling Lontar Magic Light is not to reap as much profit, Dara. I want this throwback to benefit young warriors who do not have much money. The profit I get later is only to replace the energy and time I have sacrificed. It is possible that with this action of mine, the martial world can become a much better place.” The mantan said in earnest.

Dara was silent for a moment before finally agreeing to it. The woman felt she had no other choice. “Good. In the world of commerce, one is free to put a price on his own goods. Be it high or low, I have no right to force you.”

Dara said as if she still acted as a trader should act, whereas in her mind she was currently overwhelmed with a sense of amazement at Mantingan's generosity so that she just let him do so. Did not Mantingan ever tell him not to prevent people from doing good no matter how worthless it was?

Mantingan cleared his throat once seeing the girl daydreaming for too long. Dara flinched and hurriedly said, “I will buy a hundred Magic Light Throws as a prototype. To sell it in bulk, I had to negotiate first with my group.”

The mantle nodded its head. “I need at least five days to make your order. Don't you mind?”

Dara slightly raised her eyebrows, surprised. “I think you need more than a month. If in five days you can finish it, then it will be very good.”

The mantle smiled and nodded once. “Alright, I think up here perun—”

Not yet had Mantingan responded, Dara again pulled something out of his coffers, which after Mantingan saw the appearance of two pieces of ejection with a large needle. Mantingan gulped his saliva, clearly he knew Dara's intentions by taking out the two objects.

“I don't think now, Dara.” The mantle hurriedly cut before the girl asked. “We can do it later, after I finish the hundred Throws of Light Magic you ordered.”

Dara looked puzzled, before briefly raising the corner of her lips. “You're afraid of being pricked by this needle, Mantingan?”

Manten hurriedly stood up and walked towards the exit. “Until we meet again, Dara. There is still one night if you want to enjoy this room!”

***

MANTINGAN entered his room after delivering some sweet snacks for breakfast to the room of Bidadari Sungai Utara and Kana.

A satisfied smile emanated on his face. He had bought hundreds of cheap empty Magic Throws east of the harbor. A bundle containing ten Magic Throws was only rewarded with a piece of silver. The mantan does not need to waste a lot of energy and time by processing ordinary throwers into Magic Throws, but he does not also suffer losses by buying them.

Too bad the lontar seller only brought hundreds of throwers, which in the end Mantingan wholesale all that is left. If only the seller had brought thousands of empty Magic Throw though, it was certain that Mantingan would have bought it!

Now, Mantingan is not sure whether the seller will return in the future or not. Because there are traders who travel from one city to another just to peddle merchandise. Looking at the dull clothes of the lontar seller, Mantingan thought that the man was one of the many wandering merchants.

Mantingan tidied up the stuff on his room table. From now on, that desk will be his desk. From his window, he might be seen as a writer, or at least as a copyist.

Isn't that a good thing in disguise? Wouldn't one be suspicious if Mantingan stayed at the inn for a few weeks, which of course would cost him a lot while he didn't seem to work at all?

The mantain then placed himself on the bench, lined up some blank Magic Throw sheets on the table, took the shoplifter inside his coffers, then began to write.

This time, the work was fun. Because his favorite in creating magic spells began to bring gold pieces to him. Moreover, when Mantingan imagine how much the splinter he made it will be very useful because it is sold at a relatively cheap price.

Every time Mantingan scratches the sheet with its whistle, the faded light powders will fill in the traces of carving produced by the whistle. That's the wood powder that has been released from the retaining spell, so it is natural to produce light even though it fades. None other than that the wood powder was actually part of the Light Magic Throw, only it was released because it was scratched.

In less than a quarter of tea drinking, Mantingan managed to create a Light Magic Throw. The transmission of a little energy in the ejection— really only a little energy in the released— to check whether the ejection is powerless or not.

The mantan nodded and smiled in satisfaction before placing the thrower in the corner of the table.

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note:

The word "prototype" was changed to "purwarupa".