The Musafir
The Scent of Death Discovered by Munding
“I'll wait for your arrival in Koying, Hero Man.”
The figure of Mrs Darkness' body faded away slowly. Before the door opens again. Torches out. The mantan immediately went out, Wilguna was already waiting for him there.
Although it seemed that Wilguna wanted to know the results of the conversation between Mantingan and Muan Keelaman, but the old woman still maintained her attitude by not asking. He is not obligated to know, or even not to know.
“Come here, Hero Man, let me help you find a medicinal plant that would be suitable for your work. Do not doubt its quality, this store always presents the best of the best.”
Manten laughed lightly. He can start to relax now. “Is this Grandma's store also included in the underground network of Puan Keleaman?”
Wilguna nodded his head while smiling widely. “This store was deliberately made for our benefit. Money from selling medicinal plants is used for our benefit anyway.”
The mantle nodded slowly. Got it. Wilguna then brought him back upstairs, choosing medicinal plants.
“This Fifty-year-old Aroma Flower of Death. Anyone knows that it tastes far from good, but its efficacy in healing wounds is extraordinary.” Wilguna explained as he grasped a dried up Flower of the Scent of Death. “I only have one, and this alone is not fresh. For you, I'll release it for 200 gold pieces. The original price was 300 gold pieces. Do you want to?”
The mantle shook slowly. “That flower is indeed a lot of benefits, Grandma, but I still have a lot of Death Scent Flowers.”
Wilguna did not allow, he again explained, “The Flower of the Aroma of Death does grow very quickly, the number is infinite, but this flower dies very quickly as well. Not many can last up to a year. While the ones I have today are fifty years old, the efficacy is much greater 50-fold, and really not many people sell Death Scent Flowers with this age so far..”.
“But what I have looks to be over a hundred years old, Grandma.”
Mantingan then lowered the bundle that was wrapped in his back, he did not mind at all to show it to Wilguna. Speaking of medicinal flowers, Mantingan felt like he was going back in time.
He took out the stalks of the Deathly Aroma Flower. The number is twenty. Looks much fresher than the flowers in Wilguna's hands.
“Try Grandma see this.” Mantingan handed over a few stalks. Wilguna accepted it curiously.
“This ...” Wilguna continued to observe the flower with a look of disbelief. His hands started to shake. “This ... this is truly the Aroma Flower of Death hundreds of years old, one of which is even more than that..”
The mantan swallowed his saliva. Over hundreds of years? Doesn't that mean thousands of years? If Wilguna's estimate is correct, then how amazing would Munding Caraka have found the flower!
“These flowers are cut without any special tools or means. Its quality was reduced, but it had little effect! Where did you find it?” Wilguna turned to stare at Mantingan, this time with a fiery look.
“Not me who found it, but my car.” The man replied with a bit of nervousness.
Mantian nodded.
“Gosh! It is fitting that the stalks of these flowers do not look to have been cut with special tools and means. Apparently, it was not a human who found it!” Wilguna laughed for a moment. As if that absurd thing was a reasonable joke. “Hero Man, this flower you brought is precious. The price I estimate can reach 500 pieces of gold for each stalk, but that is if you sell it to someone else. But if you sell it to me, I'll buy 600 gold pieces for every stalk of the Scent of Death you have. How?”
“I can't sell everything, Grandma,” replied Mantingan, “some flower stalks that I might need in the future.”
“Ah, easy business! I'll buy everything you want to sell.”
The mantan smiled faintly before storing back five stalks of the Deathly Aroma Flower into its bundle, while the rest were handed over to Wilguna.
The old woman received all the flowers very excitedly. Like a child given fresh fruits. He then said, “Wait a minute here, Hero Man. I'll check all these flowers to find out their age. If I find anyone over a thousand years old, I'll give you an extra fee.”
The mantang nodded his head. Believed in. Wilguna then took the 15 stalks of the Deathly Aroma Flower to another room. While Mantingan keep waiting while looking at the medicinal plants lined up there.
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“Thirteen flowers are hundreds of years old, and the other two are thousands of years old. All of it costs 9,800 gold pieces, I will pay with ten Stones. Do you have 200 pieces of gold as change?”
MANTINGAN. Ride through the coffers devoted to saving money, then hand over two bonds of gold pieces. One bond contains a hundred gold pieces.
After receiving it, Wilguna quickly handed over the ten Stones he had prepared earlier. However, the Mantingan only received nine stones. Wilguna looked confused.
“Grandma, please choose any plants that are delicious and healthy for buffalo. That one Stone to pay for it.” Mantingan explained with a warm smile that did not diminish in the slightest from his face. “And please Grandma a little faster, my friend is waiting. If he doesn't find me in a few moments, then this whole market can become an uproar over it.”
Wilguna put the stone back in his pocket. Without saying another word, he flashed. At full speed. To the extent that, the very closed room became revolved by the wind.
In five breaths, the woman stood before him again with many plants. So many, until it must be carried on the shoulders. Wilguna looked like he had just picked up some grass at the foot of a mountain!
“All these plants are tasty and very healthy for livestock. This is all I have. But this is all still lacking, I still have to prepare a change of 300 gold pieces.”
The mantang scratched his un-itchy head with an awkward smile on his face. He was not sure if Munding Caraka could afford to spend the whole plant, but he still took it all along with the change in the form of 200 gold pieces. That was the money he had given.
