The Musafir

The Reading of the Book of the Unnamed in the midst of Desperation

This gap is so and so narrow. I had to put my body aside to be able to walk with one or two small steps. Although very narrow, this gap I feel has a size that is quite long. I felt the whirring of the wind that hit my face so weakly, when the wind was so mad before I entered into this gap.

I am not one who is afraid of a narrow place. I mentioned earlier that besides not being afraid, I have been training for this kind of situation by plunging myself into the dark and narrow crevice that is in the Thousand Drops of Water for a very short time. So to be in this narrow gap where there is still a way out, and the day is still bright like this, I am not at all afraid.

I have also mentioned that I was actually forced to enter this gap, because the nest of my enemies was right above this gap.

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MANTINGAN continued to remember the contents of the memoir of the Unnamed Woman, while most of his attention was divided to fend off and retaliate against enemy attacks. With his attention split in two, Mantingan can not bring out all his fighting abilities but only half, until his position is increasingly desperate. However, Mantingan knew that what he was doing was right. By recalling the contents of the travel book of the Unnamed Woman who had experienced a fight like this, it was not impossible if she was able to defeat all her opponents like the Unnamed Woman.

He was increasingly immersed in the contents of the book, sipping sentence after sentence in the midst of a burning battle.

***

My enemies are the royal special network troops, officially formed to overcome all the problems in the underground martial world that can endanger the kingdom. I, as a new member of the underground network, must crush them completely.

I had actually prepared a thorough plan, disguised as a mailman sent by the kingdom to them. Although I am a woman, but this mature and rough skin of mine should be able to easily disguise itself as a man. Not to mention that I have been training hard along the tread path, making my body filled with muscles. If my hair were to curl upward, and my chest was wrapped around a tight-fitting scarf until it was no longer puffed up, who would doubt me as a man?

But to deliver a letter to the royal special forces certainly can not be careless. I had to enter through a secret tunnel that could be reached by passing through this small gap. Although it is easier to achieve by walking up there, I will not do that stupid act. I will certainly be the attention of government warriors who hide behind the trees by using the science of hmmunan who have not yet mastered. They will realize that I am not coming from the direction I should be.

This is how the underground secret network is. If there is an impropriety, even if it is too small and unreasonable, it will certainly be met with bloodshed. I'm not sure I can beat them all if I don't use the original plan.

It is also in accordance with the command of the secret network to which I took refuge, the Land Inn, that I must pass through this gap to reach the secret door. Everything had been planned for a long time, and I was the only key to the success of the task.

The Land Inn has collected almost every information about the royal underground network's army nest here. The ins and outs, the people, the weapons, even the animals. If there is no change, then this plan should work very easily. I just need to sneak into the kitchen at their camp, then pour the deadly poison as quickly and as quietly as possible. So when the meal time has arrived, then some troops have died sprawled.

I cannot guarantee that all the people in the base are eating the food I have poisoned, for however they are also wary of this possibility, so the important warriors at the base would not eat before the soldiers ate first. It has never been explicitly stated by anyone, but it has become an open secret known to all royal secret masters, and they did not dispute it because his devotion to the king had been so great.

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Therefore, Mantingan read the book again in his mind.

***

The remaining swordsmen will soon be rounded up by my highly capable comrades. So, why not just those who were sent to sneak into the headquarters of the secret network of the kingdom, this army, which must be so easy because they are men who disguise themselves as men unlike myself who are women disguised as men? Then I need to answer, that I am the only person in the Earth Inn who is very good at sneak tactics. I can seduce and influence one's mind; I am also able to lie by not displaying a ray of lies in my eyes at all, which is of course caused by all my sufferings during life which is still going on even now; and I can kill without leaving a trace of any drop of blood. That's what makes the Land Inn always choose me to carry out the tasks of diving, although my ability is quite low compared to other members.

My devotion to my group is as great as those of the government warriors. I would die here if it were necessary for the good of the Land Inn. Even if I was caught later, then tortured so horribly that I felt that death would be far better than that, still I would not divulge the secrets of my group to them.

I continued walking with a feeling of excitement bubbling within my chest. I kept thinking that everything would go smoothly, like when I was carrying out the tasks of the previous sneaking. However, I really did not expect that everything would become a mess even before I reached their headquarters.

“How high is your wits, that you thought you could sneak into our headquarters through this gap?”

I stopped my steps immediately when I heard that voice. My head and eyes moved as quickly as possible to see where the sound was coming from. But I never found it!

I just felt the gap start to shake. I am on full-level alert!

***

“Ah!” The sighed mantis was restrained when the tip of the sword managed to make a long tear on his back. The mantel biting his lips withstood pain and anger, but he could not avenge the actions of the man who had attacked him, for the only thing he could do at this time was to fend off and deflect, there is no more and no less.

The mantle drains large amounts of pranic energy into his back. He knew that the sword that had caused the long wound had been laced with poison. Hopefully, hopefully. Mantingan continued to remember the scriptures of the Unnamed Woman to the exclusion of the pain she had suffered.

***

“You want to send us a letter, while the real sender has come to us from this morning?”