The Musafir

The attack on Kelewang Samodra

The slender hand of the North River Angel slid into the back of his head, which then gently raised him. When Mantingan opened his eyes, he saw the Northern River Angel delivering a cup of potion to the edge of his lips.

Mantingan felt the bitter liquid in the cup move into his mouth. Although the taste was really far from good, even higher than bad words, Mantingan still sipped the potion in the cup until it ran out.

It was impossible for him to spit out the potion that the Northern River Angel had painstakingly made.

After completely finished the contents of the cup, the head of the Mantingan was again laid down on the pillow.

“Tell me, what are you feeling right now? The captain said that your nausea would not last more than one night, but I did not trust his words too much if you were like this.” The Northern River Angel said with a worried face.

The mantle opens its mouth and attempts to make a sound. “It ... it feels ... very bad ...”

Mantingan bought eyes when he felt the fingers of the North River Angel stroked his head gently. Thought the North River Angel with questioning face, of course while grimacing as well.

“Nobody did not cry after passing through that Thousand Weeping Inverted Earth, Mantingan. Even Flying Fish claimed to cry a thousand times in one night because of the swing.” The North River Angel said warmly as he continued to stroke Mantingan's head. “If you really want to cry, do not hold on any longer. I will accompany you here as long as you want, so that you do not cry alone.”

“Apalah, a male swordsman .. never cry.”

“I'm sure you want to cry, Mantingan.”

“You forced me to cry ... Sasmita?” Manting's speech sounded clearer, but it was still ended by a ringing of pain.

“Look, this man tries not to cry.” The Northern River Angel laughed. “Male men are honest men. If she really wants to cry, then cry.”

Then at once Mantingan also shed tears. There is absolutely no bearing on the suffering caused by the One Thousand Weeping Earth Inverted!

The mantan can no longer lie to himself. For this reason, he chose to cry. Unleash everything. That sacred swing would not deserve its name if it were not able to make warriors like Mantingan cry.

It was only when he felt a stream of warm energy enter his body. Make it instantly lulled in comfort like no other. Mantingan soon realized that the Angel of the North River was flowing prana power.

“Sleep Mantingan ...”

“No!” The mantle refused hard. “I have to stay alert. Stop this.”

“Download all your vigilance goods for a moment. I'll take care of you here. I promise I won't go anywhere until you wake up.”

Mantingan's consciousness slowly loosened. He experienced the feeling he had felt while at the Bunian Malam Inn a few weeks ago. Oscillating amidst a sea of faded light. It is covered in warmth and affection. We feel safe from all kinds of threats.

“Sasmita .. who are you?” Just a sentence was all he could say before he fell asleep in his silence.

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“MANTINGAN! WAKEUP!”

MANTINGAN got up from his bed when he heard the sound of the call. Being brought around, he no longer found the North River Angel on the spot. Outside the window it appeared that night had come. His skin indicates that the night may have been so late.

“Saudari, where are you?!” The half-screaming mantle. But there was no reply heard. What he actually heard was the sound of greatness that so quickly led to him from the direction of the room door!

The mantle immediately closed its eyes and jumped backwards. The Circulation of the Science of Hearing Dew Drops to be able to know all kinds of shapes of objects in fifteen spears from it.

The mantel snatched the Sword of Kiai Kedai lying on his bed. The sound of greatness was getting closer and closer, even accompanied by the sound of metal whistling through the air! The mantle pulls out the blade of the Kiai Kedai Sword from its scabbard to then use it to fend off dangerous attacks!

In that shock, the Mantingan was still able to estimate the appearance of the swordsman who attacked him at this time. The shape of the face of the man was not able to recognize, but from the clothes he was wearing, Mantingan knew that the one who attacked him was a swordsman of the Tarumanagara fleet!

He could not think of the reason the swordsman attacked him when the Mantingan again faced a second attack.

The Mantian flicked his sword to fend off the attack. But this time, his body was pushed far back out of the bedroom window into the vast ocean.

The mantle does not immediately become upset. Because after all, he was able to fight on the water with the science of lightening a high body. The mantan did not even deliberately stop its speed to be able to better know the situation outside the ship.

Mantenan treading the surging sea water to dent his body far up. Open your eyes to look around.

He soon realized that on the deck of the ship he was riding it did not look anything strange. The torches were still burning, the warriors seemed to be joking, and the Flying Fish was still standing on its platform.

Mantingan then looked down again, realizing that the warrior Tarumanagara who had attacked did not then pursue him.

Was the warrior unable to tread on water? Or was it intentional to keep himself unknown to anyone on the deck?

Mantingan did not have time to think of his answer as he hurriedly jumped onto the bridge. The Flying Fish that had been aware of his presence from the start, immediately asked.

“Is there anything that requires you to be bouncy like that, Brother Man?” Flying Fish gave a glance, the man who approached the parobaya knowing whatever the answer must have been very bad.

“A warrior dressed as warrior Tarumanagara attacked me in the room. The Angel of the North River also disappeared.” The mantelan tried to answer as calmly as possible. “You don't see anything suspicious from up here, O Flying Fish?”

“Samely no.” The Flying Fish answered briefly before raising its hands high, then exclaimed loudly, “Threw Samodra was infiltrated! Swordsmen who have reached the Core Printer level enter the base deck! Others go to the edge of the deck and make a glance, report any unnatural movements! Archery troops climb up the sails and be prepared to shoot on cue! Supervisory troops, send second level distress signal password on whole fleet!”

So that was after the Flying Fish gave the order, the Samodra Ferret became extremely busy. Almost all the warriors in it moved to carry out their respective duties.

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In accordance with the promise, I will continue this story until the end.

Here is a fanart post from Bidadari Sungai Utara from Kenes Kaneishia S :