The Musafir

Leaving the Thousand Drops of Water

It is not without careful consideration that cooking. Mantingan felt that his training period was better enough, because he had read all the books in the Thousand Drops of Water. Almost all the science stored in the books has been successfully mastered, except the science of himbunan and some other witchcraft.

The contents of the Book of Halimunan are only fragments of verses that are in the Book of Lotus, so to be able to master the science of the hymn, the Mantingan must study the Book of Lotus by itself. At least, he knows which verses in the book are needed to master the science of the hymn.

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SOONer or later, the Mantingan would indeed leave the Thousand Drops of Water. He will not stay in that place forever, because however much Kembangmas is still not obtained. The disappearance of Tapa Balian was the most opportune moment for him to step out of the Thousand Drops of Water.

“I will not forget everything you have given me, Unnamed Woman.” Mantingan berboja deep in the middle of the field practicing. Leaving the Thousand Drops of Water created an incomprehensible feeling within him, however long he had lived in this place.

After a while of continuing to bow, Mantingan finally straightened his body and walked out of the Thousand Drops of Water.

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of course Mantingan did not bring all his stuff. Even more stuff he left behind than he carried. The young man only brought the things that would have been necessary in the adventure, namely the bundle, his coffers, his two swords, a little food supply, and his Soul Golek.

The goods that were once given by Tapa Balian were not all brought. Only small weaponry like needles and knives fly away. While forging and training tools are certainly not mantingan also included. Let the goods be stored there, so that it may be used by other warriors who managed to find and enter the Thousand Drops of Water.

Mantingan stared at the mouth of the cave which was the path to the Thousand Drops of Water vault for the last time with a myriad of meanings, before finally turning around and stepping away.

His training period has ended, so Mantingan must return to the martial world. However, the gift must be obtained!

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“This is already in the rainy season, you sure want to buy a horse?”

THAT's what the ranch owner first said when Mantingan wanted to buy one of his horses. The reason the Mantingan chose to buy horses rather than flashing was clear, that he wanted to avoid all fights with warriors in the martial jungle before he managed to get clarity about the state of Tapa Balian.

“Weighing on muddy ground, it is better to ride a horse only.” The mantel answered with a smile.

“There is better than riding a horse.” The owner of the farm stopped milking the cows before finally getting up to his feet while looking at Mantingan from top to bottom. “Wak people Javadvipa?”

Mantian nodded. “True, the danger came from Javadvipa.”

For reasons that Mantingan did not know for sure, the person looked at him with full investigation. “To what do you come to Suvarnadvipa?”

“To simply wander.”

“That's why you came to this farm?”

Again Mantingan nodded his head.

“Follow myself, let me show you something more valuable than a horse.” The man then walked lightly towards the exit of his cow pen, Mantingan following a few steps behind him.

“I'm sorry I suspected you,” said the man right after stepping out of the cow pen, stepping on the grassy ground which was quite muddy. “Late-last, very very many criminals relapse from Javadvipa who fled to Suvarnadvipa, fearing the iron fist of Punawarman. They are rebels who lost the war. Just take it easy.”

The owner of the farm continued to walk towards the open stables where cows, goats, buffaloes and horses were grazing.

“They bring a lot of misery in this union. Yesterday my best friend's farm was robbed, even burned anyway. His wife and son were victims. His manly son died of resistance, while his wife was kidnapped out of nowhere.”

Mantenan does not know what to respond to, but the thing as told by the man actually often happens in Javadvipa when chaos is rife, even much worse than the story.

The farmer stopped in front of an open cage containing buffalo. His hand reached the gate, but did not open it. Instead, the person stared at Mantingan.

Manten smiled awkwardly while scratching his head which was not itchy at all. Somehow, he felt that the breeder was the one who actually transformed into a bandit.

“I have dozens of gold pieces.” Mantingan said honestly though he actually brought money up to hundreds of gold pieces, which was added to the tens of stone chunks worth tens of thousands of gold pieces in his bundle. However, is it wrong if he says he only has dozens of gold pieces?

The ranch owner smiled meaningfully before removing the rope knot wrapped around the cage door with the cage fence. He asked Mantingan to come in with him.

There are some buffalo who are all grazing around Mantingan. Ten buffalo are gray, five others are jet black, while the remaining two buffalo are brown.

“These buffalo we have trained to be tame to humans,” said the farmer explained about his buffalo to Mantingan, “so that the crew can ride them as if riding a horse. Buffalo power is much greater than horsepower, and of course they are more friendly to mud and muddy. By buying one of these buffalo, you can wander anywhere without worrying about anything.”

Mantingan saw the wide smile imprinted on the farmer's lips, he was immediately able to read the veiled intention from him.

“If that is indeed the best, Sahaya becomes very interested in buying it. What is the price for one?”

“Fifty pieces of gold. Do you have it?”

Instead of answering, Mantingan asked back, “While for one horse, what is the price?”

“Only eighteen pieces of gold.”

“While the cows?”

With confidence, the farmer replied, “Fifteen pieces of gold.”

“The goats? How much?”

“Ten pieces of gold only,” the answer quickly.

“This buffalo-bull?”

“Twenty-five gold pieces.”

Manten smiled widely, while the farmer was silent a few eyes before finally realizing his mistake.

“I have mispronounced, these buffaloes cost fifty gold pieces.” The person flicked his hands a few times with a nervous smile on his face. “Fifty, yes, fifty! Not two five!”

The mantan only shook his head a few times before taking out a bundle of gold chips inside his coffers. Soon he threw it at the farmer who was blackmailing him. Mantingan's eyes looked around before stopping at one of the grey buffalo in the corner of the cage.

“Sahaya choose that one buffalo.” Mantangan.

The rancher faded a wide smile that was accidentally created after he managed to get fifty pieces of gold, before looking at the buffalo designated Mantingan.

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