The Musafir
Advantages, Canang, and Sendaren
MANTINGAN returned to his room with the book of literature he had read and a fresh fish wrapped in taro leaves.
He placed the two objects on the table, before sitting on the bench behind him. The mantan took a deep breath and opened the fish pack slowly.
After the package of taro leaves was opened, there was a dead but still fresh fish that did not know the type at all. He saw that the stomach of the fish had actually been sliced inward, but stitched back using a special thin thread neatly. Most likely, this is done so that the catapult contains a message in the body of the fish is not scattered out.
The mantan took a small dagger before slicing the poor fish, breaking the thin threads that had originally glued together the fish's belly. The mantle then pulls a small-sized ejection from it.
The young man wiped the blood liquid on the palm before starting to read it.
Everything that has happened
then let it be so
we know it and we take care of you
cruise in the next ten days
The ejection sheet that contained the terribly short message was dense and clear it made Mantingan a little heartfelt.
The letter hinted that the White Wind Spear had known what kind of enemy was the current threat of the Mantan, the Sword Intan Group. They also said they would look after him, which could have been done with observations from afar as well as the provision of more expert swordsmen from the White Wind College.
The mantle keeps the ejection sheet well inside its bundle. The next letter will come in five days, which is very likely to be the last letter before the voyage.
The young man then realized. Within ten days, or perhaps another eleven-twelve days if there was a delay, he would part with the North River Angel in the middle of the vast ocean. However, it could no longer be avoided. Mantingan took a cold breath, determined to ensure the safety of the North River Angel until the day of his departure.
The mantis then began to take out a blank piece of Magic Throw to be smashed into a Light Magic Throw. While doing that, Mantingan also trained the Science of Hearing Dew Drops.
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As the afternoon slowly turned into twilight, Mantingan was struck by the sound of a kangungan being hit many times which was briefly followed by a noise that sounded strong enough to reach into his room.
His vigilance increased sharply in an instant!
Wanting to find out what was really going on out there, Mantingan stuck his head behind the window curtain.
In an instant, the look on his face turned extremely ugly.
Dozens of swordsmen dressed in all white armed with swords were seen flashing through the air forming a line towards the pier. He also saw the swordsman who kept the tower continues to hit the kentungan and canang large, even one of them pulled a bow to release the arrow sidelaren to the south.
Mantingan knows, whatever happened must have been very bad. Three warnings sounded at once at a time. Without much thought, Mantingan breathed the Kiai Kedai Sword and immediately stood up from his stool.
However, the Mantingan that was about to flashed out the window had to be restrained by his movements. Because out of nowhere, a masked person perched right in the window frame of his room.
“White Mask Team ...” Mantingan said quietly before asking quickly, “what is going on?”
“How can it?” Mantingan. “I was asked to stay here without knowing at all about what was going on? Is that what the leader of padepokan meant?”
“Attack, Brother.” He said slowly and briefly. “Attack that we are confident of being able to withstand with our own strength. If you intervene to help us, it will be dangerous to plan ahead.”
Mantingan was silent for a moment. He also realized the truth of the swordsman's words, that his secrecy really must be maintained until the day of the departure of the North River Angel to Champa.
The mantan decides not to argue, therefore it is completely useless.
“Manting!” The door of the room suddenly opened. The Angel of the North River, Cana, and Kina went inside with a shake. But when they saw Mantingan standing quietly before someone, the three of them instantly fell silent.
The Manten signaled to them before continuing his conversation with the swordsman from the White Mask Squad.
“What's it like and how many enemies are coming, Brother?”
“They seem to be sea rogues. In sight, they came with five medium-sized ships from the north.”
“Is it likely that this was due to a plan leak or actually has something to do with the Diamond Sword Group?”
The masked swordsman then shook his head slowly. “Sister's Question is also our all unanswered question. But seeing from the number of enemy ships that come attacking, it seems they do not intend both of those things.”
Mantingan thought for a moment before asking again, “How likely are you to win?”
“Very possible, Brother. It is almost certain that we will win without the fall of many victims. If only they attacked on other days, the chances of us being able to win from them were no more than half. But now, the power in the port is added to ensure the success of the plan.”
“Alright, I understand.” The mantan nodded his head, this time talking to the Science of Whispering the Wind. “But if the situation has really urged you, I will interfere in the battle. Because if this port is destroyed, then our big plans are likely to be destroyed.”
The fighter nodded back. “I was assigned to guard Brother until the circumstances no longer threaten. If I need anything, I am on the roof of the inn or in the thick of the trees. Brother simply waved his hand out the window to ask for help.”
“Yes. That goes for you too.”
Behind his mask, the swordsman grinned painfully. How he must still offer assistance to Mantingan despite knowing that the power of the Mantingan is very far above him, it is he who needs help from the young man.
After there was nothing more to say, the white-masked swordsman flashed away.
Mantingan took a deep breath before closing the window curtain so that outsiders would not easily see into his room, although it seemed to be useless if the wind was still blowing violently.
“What happened, Brother?” Then the Angel of the North River took his turn to ask.
“Port attacked, Sister,” answered Mantingan through the whisper of the wind, he did not want the children to hear it because of course news like this will make them afraid. “Only five enemy ships came to attack, while the White Wind Padepokan has certainly kept dozens of warships with powerful warriors in it. Everything will be fine, but I ask that you remain vigilant and put the safety of children first. For your own safety, let me put it first.”
Without Mantingan knowing, his words had been so stuck in the minds of the North River Angel. The girl nodded definitely with strong determination.
