The Musafir

Moving to the South

“Have you checked the North River Angel is there or not in his room?” ask the Flying Fish a moment later.

MANTAN shook his head. “No, but previously he had promised to stay in my room until I woke up.”

Flying fish cleared a few times. The mantang let the shadow of the captain fly wildly everywhere, he did not have time to explain it.

“If the Angel of the North River has indeed promised so, then the business is very very serious.” The flying fish returned with its earnest facial water. “Most likely, those who kidnapped her have already left this place. I will prepare fire arrows to illuminate the ocean. Hopefully we are not late.”

The Flying Fish flashed rapidly towards the stern of the ship, the Mantingan immediately followed him because there was something he wanted to say.

“I have Magic Throw that can glow brightly, just use it.” Mantingan said with the help of whispers of the wind, because it was impossible for him to be able to converse while still flashing.

The two of them slid their feet to the stern end of the ship when the Flying Fish suddenly catapulted, “Ah, right! I almost forgot that you are the creator of the Light Magic Throw. Can we use those spouts at this time?”

The mantle only nodded its head before flashed away. The barrage was in the room. He felt he could not get back. The life of the North River Angel may be under threat.

The cold sea breeze made Mantingan become aware, how precarious and urgent the current situation was!

If the Angel of the North River is kidnapped and rushed all the way by her captor, then the girl may never be found again!

It is not really fitting for Mantingan to be too calm.

The mantle flashed towards the ocean, then retraced on the water wave to dart into his room through the window that had been opened since then.

The mantan took out a large coffer containing hundreds of Magic Light spouts on his room table, before flashing back out through his window.

This time, the young man did not feel he had enough time to approach the Flying Fish and give the Light Magic Throw directly to him. For if he is a little late in trying to find the Angel of the North River, then as he had thought, that it is most likely that the girl will disappear for ever!

Mantingan really did not want it to happen when he had almost succeeded in fulfilling his promise to take the girl to Champa, do not fail when it was almost successful.

It took out several dozen Magic Light Throws from within its coffin pouch before throwing the rest towards the Flying Fish standing at the stern end of the ship. The Flying Fish would definitely understand and would not be offended by the actions of the Mantingan.

Mantingan then moved quickly towards the mainland, which is not wrong and not the south direction, in hopes of being able to find the North River Angel there.

If the enemy who kidnapped the Angel of the North River came from the rebels, that of course to escape the Angel of the North River far from the combined fleet of Tarumanagara and the White Wind College, they have to move fast towards the land where it means south.

But if the enemy came from the side of Tarumanagara itself, and the warrior who came to attack him was not an intruder disguised as an ordinary soldier but actually Tarumanegara soldiers who did not betray, he said, so they will hide the Angel of the North River in one of their ships.

But for those uncertain possibilities, Mantingan handed him over to the Flying Fish and the entire White Wind College fleet.

Surely the Flying Fish had thought of the possibility that Tarumanagara had betrayed. Parobaya warriors who even though they seem completely unqualified, but in fact they are very wise. Mantingan saw the policy in the deepest look of his eyes.

The mantan continues to move while stepping on the waves of the sea that does not stop rising and falling until anytime. Clamped a Light Magic Throw between his fingers, flowed a deep energy, before finally being plunged into the air.

The sea in a moment of light. It was as if the sun stopped by for a moment to visit his skin at night.

Making use of the blatant situation, Mantingan immediately opened his eyes with the Eagle Eye Science. He also used the Science of Hearing Dew Drops, which are able to capture all kinds of water ripples in a range of up to hundreds of spears.

He didn't see anything suspicious. Only the endless ocean of omnipotence, which seemed so sinister when it realized that it was in its midst.

The mantle shot up a few more miles before it again shot the Light Magic Throw that had been charged deeply into the sky. Once again the sea and the sky were brightly lit when the catapult exploded. This time Mantingan caught something with his eyes. A small dot that appears to be moving in the south. When the bright rays of the Magic Throw of Light dimmed and the sky was again covered in darkness, that tiny dot disappeared under the darkness.

The mantle is increasing its speed. This time he moved faster than lightning. He drew his sword forward to cleave the moist wind that could injure the body of even a swordsman.

While darting at a speed that was more than that fast word, the Mantian several times blasted the Light Magic Throw into the sky. The direction of the throw became a little more forward.

The white dot slowly grew under the gaze of the Lontar Magic Light. However, it does not immediately grow up just like that. Evidence that the object is also moving fast and not just silent, but not as fast as Mantingan.

The young man was so confident of being able to catch up with the small spot, which was most likely a warrior. However, a scene presented in front of him was so thrilling for the young man!

***

“She was fooled.”

A frail old man said in his hoarse voice while stroking his long beard that had turned white in color with his hair. His narrow eyes looked at the dark sea to the south.

“True, Tuanku.” Another man who looked to be floating returned it. “This time, I make sure he will not escape death.”

The old man chuckled softly. “Arya, you've been doing a very good job all this time. If we have succeeded in controlling Javadvipa, I promise you will get a satisfactory position.”

“Don't say that my Lord, it's really dangerous not to deserve your praise. Sahaya did not succeed in carrying out our first plan ..”

“Forget about it, Arya. Our side is not at all harmed from defeat at that port. You have been smart enough to utilize the Diamond Sword Group to overcome such a severe problem.”

The person with the symbol smiled faintly. Full of meaning as he stared at the old man's back in front of him.

“Danger marks have sounded, we must act as if we are still part of the Taruma fleet. You rest, Arya, you have done a lot for all of us. Talk to the Angel of the North River, but do not touch him.”

“Tuanku, sahaya ..”

“You will get your share tomorrow, Arya, after this war is over and before she is beheaded.”

The young man called Arya could only bully his teeth and obey orders. However, he was not strong enough to face the old man. Though not up to his expectations, he was content to still be able to enjoy the Northern River Angel before the girl was killed as material for pitting Tarumanagara against Champa!