The Musafir
The Trap of the Troubles of Troubles of the Temeh
RIGHT after Munding Caraka entered the store, but only the door thumped, tightly closed. There appeared a green luminous magic pattern that sealed the door. The mantle quickly put up the horses, also by plucking the Savrinadeya Sword from its sheath.
“HAHAHAHA! Stealth buffalo and fresh-bodied young man, very delicious food!”
The old woman's voice appeared again. Blaring all over the dark room. The mantle immediately imparts the Science of Hearing Dew Drops. Soon he found the old woman.
“Goddess, Old Granny!” The mantan greeted kindly while lowering his sword. “Is this a real trap or just a game? Why does Grandma stick to the ceiling of the room like a pedicab who is eyeing lekatu?”
Long time no reply heard. Just heard Munding Caraka's snort of breath. While Mantingan and the old woman had been so trained to hide the sound of her breathing, even the sound of her heartbeat!
“Oi, Young Man! How do you know where I am?”
The mantang only scratched his head which did not itch at all. Confused as to what it should be like. And the Science of Hearing Dew Drops should not need to be explained to just anyone.
“Who are your mom and dad? Not answering questions from an old man like myself is as impolite as it is! Let this aged me teach the younger one a little lesson!”
Right after he finished saying, the old woman moved her fingers. At once the Mantingan heard the whirring of the wind and the whirling of metal from the four corners of the room. Poisonous needle!
The mantle flashed. Turning around Munding Caraka at speeds beyond lightning. The sound of metal clinking fills the silence of the room, whether it is metal clashing with metal, or metal slamming on the wooden floor. Everything's clinking. After that, the room returned to its silence which now feels very gripping.
Mantingan again raised the sword, and again put full vigilance. I guess this is no longer a joke.
“Grandma, what are you doing?” The mantan still did not use emphasis in his speech, but his voice sounded much colder.
“Clearly want to teach a lesson! But it seems, the lesson I gave you was too low. Let me increase it by two times!”
The mantle doesn't talk much. Flashing launched dozens of poisonous needles and Magic Throws. In just a few eye-shocks, the entire series of attacks and defenses in the room were paralyzed.
The mantle has clogged the ejection ducts of toxic needle storage tubes scattered at a number of points.
He also broke all the trapping and attacking spells installed in the room.
Paralyzed is everything.
The mantan slightly raised its head, staring intently at the old woman who was still clinging to the ceiling of the room like a pedicab. How he knew that the grandmother was stunned to the point of not being able to speak.
Mantingan has shown—not to say—to the old woman that she can be killed as easily as turning the palm of the hand. No need to say it directly, later again he was thought to be disrespectful!
The old woman took herself off the ceiling of the room. Down as light as a cotton strand. Landing on the wooden floor perfectly, almost no sound.
“Who are you?”
Mantingan immediately replied, “Only just a customer who wants to buy herbal plants for his buffalo.”
“Not it! All I ask is your name, where you come from, and what your background is!”
“Mantingan? Are you ...”
There was the sound of finger flicks. Followed by a room that was suddenly brightened by a burning torch fire. However, Mantingan was not surprised at all, he had guessed that the torches were lit with magic control from the old woman.
“Oh, jeez!” The old woman was flabbergasted to look at Mantingan—'s face, which of course was plastered as clearly as when the torches of the room were lit. “Thou art Man!” Hero
The mantle signaled the old woman to calm down. It is not a pleasant thing if his identity until it is known to be crowded in this market. It is known that the wind blows strong in the martial world, all the news will be greatest to the corners of the place as fast as the hurricane.
And in order to prevent news from being leaked about this, killing the woman became one of Mantingan's considerations.
“Duhai! You are the youngest Sky Stakeholder candidate who is currently being hunted by many warriors! You seem to be here!”
“Old Granny, don't say too loud.” The mantan said with a bit of fret. I began to regret my decision to visit this store. He did not expect that the owner of this shop was a martial artist, who was even now able to recognize his face easily!
“I named Wilguna really can not recognize you before, just want to play around, so forgive.” The old woman who claimed to have the name Wilguna was then menjura.
The mantan instantly retorted with an awkward smile on his face. The old should not be drawn first to the young.
“Grandmother Wilguna, I hope you are not one of the many martial arts warriors who hunt me.” The mantle re-enforced its body when it said so.
The old woman who looked very wrinkled laughed with her width. Hoarse, especially elderly people who force themselves to laugh. “My life has prospered. My health, safety and finances are assured. Why would I bother hunting you?”
The mantan smiled faintly, though it could not immediately believe those words. Really, it's easy for humans to lie, especially with the martial world these days!
“What a hero-swordsman said about Hero Man, does not lightly kill people. You can kill me just now, as fast and as easy as turning your hand, but you didn't do that. This old man feels very lucky.”
“That's not why, Grandma.” The mantel wagged its wooden arm while smiling awkwardly. He felt that the words were not very true, considering that the number of lives that were lost in his hands was no longer counted. But to Wilguna, he refused to tell it.
Mantingan then explained the purpose and purpose of his arrival, which was nothing but buying herbs. Wilguna nodded his head several times before asking Mantingan to go deeper into his shop building. While Munding, by being forced to be left in the middle room. Wilguna swore about his safety as long as the buffalo was still in his shop.
While walking, Wilguna told a few things.
____
note:
Tonight, the Musafir reaches 500 episodes. Wow, what a great achievement for all of us. For me, as a writer, who has been writing all this time. And for you, as a reader, who have read all along and all along. Thank you very much for all your support, really, it motivates me to bring even better work.
Tonight, the True Martial Arts version of NovelToon updates as well.
Enjoy the Sunday night. I am sure that the readers of The Musafir are married on average, so that they can spend a weekly night with a couple with halal + semesra-mesranya.
