The Musafir

Auction in White Wind Port

People are welcome to watch the auction at no extra charge, but they are prohibited from gambling of any kind.

In order to enter the guest hall, everyone had to pay a piece of gold. The coat and entourage were actually left to pass by without having to pay, but the young man refused and still paid four gold pieces.

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The guest hall is divided into three levels, which if viewed will be shaped like steps. The top level is accompanied by tables, devoted to special guests.

Although Mantingan did not pay to occupy the row of special seats, he and his entourage were directed there for security reasons. With such a reason, the Mantingan really could not resist anymore.

They sat behind a long table filled with fruits. There are also several complete sheets of lontar with the shoplifter. There is even a small canang as a substitute if you do not want to shout loudly when you want to bid for auction items.

Unlike the two stage tiers below which had no additional seats, the special guest stage had additional seats so that guests could look further.

It can be said, the mantingan is not too comfortable in its place now. He was not happy to be the center of attention, and it was as if it was displayed like that. Vigilance must be installed always, because it does not rule out the possibility that there is an unexpected attack when the auction is running exciting.

The mantan releases the lock on his sword, as a real manifestation that he is on full alert, and also as a sign for warriors who intend to attack to undo his intentions or at least think twice.

“Are these fruits poisonous, Kakanda?”

Mantingan glanced at the fruits on the table before shaking his head. “No.”

“That means, I can eat it.”

Kana took a young mango and directly devoured it without being peeled. The mantan could only shake his head to look at the child's behavior.

Secretly, Mantingan put a sense of admiration on Kana who was even so wary of fruits. In the martial world, such vigilance is very much needed if you do not want to die quickly.

the auction hall was quickly filled with guests arriving. In the audience hall also looks so similar to the guest hall. Presumably the news of all the events that happened seven days ago in this port has been so spread more than expected.

The auction, which was originally expected to be quiet by visitors, is now inversely proportional to completely unexpected.

Noticing that, Mantingan smiled in embarrassment. It can be said, his dream when he was very young has been achieved at this time as well. His name was echoed by people in almost every place. He himself is famous. His journey as a wandering swordsman has been known to many. And even unexpectedly, it got its name in the martial world and the lay world all at once. Even after successfully killing the First Cagak, he was referred to as the most powerful young swordsman in all of Dwipantara.

Mantingan was happy because his personal dream had been achieved, but he could not be complacent because the dream of Kenanga was still very far from being achieved. When his dream is achieved, it does not mean that he should stop and enjoy his name called the bustling delusion.

Mantingan still has many questions that demand to be answered immediately.

Especially about the eyes of an enemy warrior who leads to the shadow figure of Rara at that time.

Many conjectures had appeared inside his head over the past seven days. Almost every night, Mantingan can not sleep just because of thinking about it.

Did the swordsman's eyes accidentally catch a coincident object passing near Rara's body? It does not rule out the possibility that in battle there will be many objects milling about in the air.

But for now, Mantingan chose to keep the question. He must keep his vigilance so as not to be distracted by prolonged questions.

After the guest hall has been fully filled, then the auction event was held. Dara climbed the stairs to her stage. The girl was accompanied by two sturdy warriors who seemed to be deliberately displayed his strength so that no enemy attacked without thinking twice before.

The clapping beat the waves. Dara circulated a smile to all the auction guests, and specifically jutted to Mantingan. The young man retorted even with an awkward smile on his lips.

“Goodnight, Gentlemen and Gentlemen-Mr!” Dara said loudly after the clapping started to sound soft. “Thank you for attending the auction tonight. Sahaya Dara, as the host of the event you promised to give an amazing auction!”

Once again a rumble of applause coupled with cheers burst out into the air. No canang was struck, because the White Wind Port had established a rule that the sound of canang in this place only meant a sign of danger. After the events of seven days ago, the sound of canang in this port seemed to be something sacred.

“But before the auction really starts, the audience wants you, both guests and just watching, to be silent to all the heroes who died in the attack seven days ago. We can still hold the auction here is thanks to them all.”

So that was how the atmosphere in the guest hall and the audience hall instantly became silent. Silently contemplate the souls of fallen warriors to defend the Port of White Wind. Mantingan expressed deep gratitude to Satya, who had just learned that the young warrior was helping the refugees under attack.

Silence was completed shortly afterwards, Dara resumed the auction.

“This auction is a tribute to Hero Man, a traveling swordsman who managed to quell so many troublemakers in the Land of Taruma without demanding a reply. The Dara Sejahtera Trade Union owes him a lot.” Dara's gaze was fixed on Mantingan as she said that.

The thunderous applause that was much louder than before was again heard. This time they cheered the title of shortness belonging to the Mantingan.

“Life Hero Man!”

“Trust the Hero Man!”

“Life Hero Man!”

“Trust the Hero Man!”

Treated like this, Mantingan did not as well as they became high-hearted. The young man stood up and spoke several times with the smile of his feet. Just to honor the guests of the auction.

After Mantingan again sat on his stool and the clapping and cheers were over, Dara resumed her auction.

“There are a hundred items that Dara will auction today. Which consists of ten medicinal plants, twenty heirloom weapons, and seventy books of literature.”

The mantle nodded slowly. It is true what Kana said, that tonight's auction will be more auctioning books of literary works that are worth art. Mantingan glanced at Kana who looked increasingly excited.

“What every auction event is this crowded, Brother Maman?” Kina asked as she pulled the sleeves of the mantle robe. Manten knitted his forehead because he saw the look on the child's face that held a little fear.

“Not always, China. There is even an auction that is only attended by one-two people because it is not interesting.” Mantingan replied, then asked back, “is there something you are worried about, Kina?”