The Musafir
Negotiation on the Lodging Page
In the space of half a day, the Mantan managed to bounce off more than one hundred and fifty pieces of Light Magic Throw. Not a single throw he made was a failure.
Manten smiled in satisfaction as the sun slowly began to sink. Unfortunately, the window of his room faced the eastern horizon, so he could not look at the sun that sank in the west, unless he went out of the inn.
The Port of White Wind has actually provided a wide stage near the beach that is intended to see the sunrise and sunset. It is there that the delusion of many people often gather, surrounded by snack traders who always stop offering merchandise when the sun rises and sinks.
Mantingan decided to stop his activities bouncing lontar. After a full day sitting on his stool without a break, Mantingan felt the need to do a little body movement. Maybe it would be very good if he went out to see the twilight sun.
The mantle stands and straightens its back. He left his sword lying on his bed, and then walked out of his room. Mantingan still looks like a layman on Earth Sagandu, no doubt if the sword should be abandoned even though it provides a risk that is not light.
Mantingan went down the stairs before walking towards the outer door of the inn. That was when he saw the figure of Dara who was talking with some people in the inn yard. Mantingan did not want to disturb the girl so he continued walking without making a greeting. However, it was precisely the girl who first greeted him.
“Okay, lontar trader! Come here!”
Mantingan looked around and found that there was no one else in the inn yard other than himself and them. Not wrong again, what Dara called as a thrower merchant was indeed himself. Mantingan immediately understood the reason Dara called him that way was to not reveal his true identity.
Mantingan felt that he had no choice but to approach Dara and the people he was talking to.
“Brothers, this is the making of the ejection I'm referring to. Coincidentally he is here, so we do not have to wait until five days.” Dara said as she pulled Mantingan's arm around her. “You can ask how the Light Magic Throw works to him.”
Mantingan glanced at the five people in front of him who were looking at him after goal. Mantingan did not know what to say or do, so he presented a little awkward smile.
“Nyai Dara, perilous sense you are wrong to call people.” One of those who had a long sideburn said with a doubtful look.
Dara raised her next to her eyebrows. Instead of answering, he asked back, “Why do you say that, Brother?”
The man nodded slowly. “I don't mean to underestimate, Nyai, but his appearance doesn't look at all like a master swordsman's spellcaster. He looked more like a copyist of a street book, not even looking like the author of the original.”
Dara glanced at the Mantingan standing next to her. The appearance of the real Mantingan did not seem like a normal magician. It was also seen that the young man's smile was getting awkward.
“And what is his name?” The others asked, also with doubtful gazes at Mantingan.
Tibalah Dara replied, “Brothers, he does like to look simple like this. He once told me that cheap clothes are much more comfortable than high-priced silk. And as for his name, let him introduce himself.”
Shortly after all eyes were on him, Mantingan cleared his throat several times before finally answering, “Brothers, introduce the name of this despicable person is Jaya. Just a name that means nothing to anyone. And forgive yourself if the appearance of peril does not matter in the hearts of Brothers, but it is true what Nyai Dara said that the peril is much more comfortable with clothes like this.”
They nodded their heads at the same time. The doubtful eyes of the five slowly faded after hearing Mantingan's own speech which indirectly reflected the depth of his literature.
The mantle smiled and nodded. “Easy only. The mantra on the body of the lontar acts to convert the inner energy that is channeled into a light source.”
“Then, what does the spell you are wearing look like? And how did you make it?”
The mantel smiled faintly, but in the end it shook its head slowly. “Siblings question is too deep, peril is not happy if you have to answer it.”
The man with the sideburns also smiled thinly while stroking his chin.
The question was obviously not to trap the Mantang, but rather to test how deep the Mantang's cleverness was. The young man's answer has also proven that he is not naive.
“If you are not happy, then forget that question. But I was about to ask another question; why did you sell that Magic Throw at such a cheap price? Even in comparison, your Light Magic Throw is cheaper than children's Magic Throw.”
The mantan nodded his head slowly. He understood what is meant by the Magic Throw of children is the Throwing Throw that will not have a big effect if used, only for children's toys or as decorations in shows alone. It cost no more than ten gold pieces.
“Sahaya wants to provide benefits for others.” The man answered with certainty. Indeed that was the reason; no matter how they would think about it. “This price has been set.”
The man then shook his head. “Alright, it is not a big problem, we can take more profit by raising the selling price.”
“We will keep selling it for 10 gold pieces, Brother.” Dara cut, indirectly refuting the statement that his trade group would take huge profits by increasing the price of goods.
“Nyai, such price ...”
“I have considered it as well as possible,” said Dara affirming his sentence. “If this Light Magic Throw is sold cheaply, won't more and more warriors buy it? The advantage we get from each sheet is only two pieces of gold, but imagine if the sold is tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of sheets?”
Mantingan gulped his saliva. Precisely it is very surprised, but not because it knows the benefits it will get if it is sold as much, but because it is worried if someday it has to make Magic Throw with that much. The mantan is not sure it can accept it if it does so.
The five people who were invited to the deliberations ended up nodding their heads and saying that they agreed with the price, but they asked the Spells to prepare at least a thousand Light Magic Throws in the near future.
Mantingan. “You can take the first hundred sheets as prototype goods.”
“How can it?” Dara suddenly said with a dumbfounded face. “Brother, you asked for five days to make one hundred pieces of that throw, but why ...”
When Dara seemed unable to continue his words again, Mantingan immediately said, “I was wrong, Nyai. In reality, it was enough half a day to make a hundred and fifty Throws of Light Magic.”
