The Musafir
Get out of the Shelter Center
“What deal?” Chitra Anggini turned around. Now looking at Mantingan with a little kerny on his forehead. Meaningful gazes.
“Deal: we should always act as if we are constantly monitored. Anytime and anywhere. Isn't that so, we minimize the possibility of leaking Mr Balian's rescue plan?”
Chitra Anggini was silent for some. Seemed to think small. Then nodded his head. “I have often done such a thing.”
The wide smiling coat. Of course Chitra Anggini has often done such a thing. He was a swordsman who moved in an underground network. And however, every swordsman in the underground network had a much higher sense of alertness than the swordsman on the surface. They liken that there is always someone monitoring themselves whenever and wherever they are. Never cut off even a blink of an eye.
Doing such a thing obviously does little to sacrifice a sense of comfort. Too much, in fact. Is it not so if the level of vigilance installed has reached the highest point with the mind that always feels insecure anytime and anywhere?
But nevertheless, the, is that not the proper price for a saving task that will save not only the Balian Lake but also the river of the martial well from the terrible chaos that may very well become uncontrollable because of the Pair of the Moon Sword in the Middle of the Silence of the Night back in the blue in the wrong swordsman's hands?
The silence in the room was shaken when there was a knock on the door. When Mantingan turned around to tell the knocker the door to enter because the door was not locked at all, it was there that he realized how a locking iron rod had been installed on both handles of the two doors.
He glanced at Chitra Anggini; the woman grinned widely.
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Kotaraja STREET full of crowded crowds. The sea of humans jostled, although the streets were so wide that they could hold ten swords if lined up. The crowd was inevitable. The number has reached an unpredictable level. Thousand men? Two thousand men? Ten thousand men? A million people? I don't know!
The crowd is what makes the Mantingan pedicure creep as slow as a chicken walking while scavenging. Can't go faster anymore. In front, back, left, and right were a crowd of people. There's no way anymore.
The noise was barking out wonderfully. Indeed, with a crowd of this size, it is impossible if not accompanied by a large noise as well!
Mantus rubbed his sweaty face. Uneasily. After a long time of gripping loneliness in the Thousand Drops of Death without the presence of a human to accompany him, Mantingan is really not used to this kind of crowd. For a dimly lit reason, he felt uneasy.
“If the ordinary streets are already this crowded, how will the situation in the market later?” Chitra Anggini who was sitting right next to Mantingan could only look at the surrounding sea of humans with a faint sigh. “In the middle of a crowd like this let alone pickpocketing, even attacks that come from a martial well can happen.”
The mantle raised its head that was originally bowed. Gave a sharp look right in Chitra Anggini's pair of eyes. “Can you keep me calm?”
The woman snorted. “So far back you seemed unsettled, Mantingan. Why blame me now?”
Mantingan again rubbed his face while shaking slowly. “I can't stand all this crowd, Chitra. You go to the market with Munding, buy whatever you like.”
Mantingan took out a bundle of money from his coffers before giving it to Chitra Anggini. The sum is one hundred gold pieces.
With a frowned, Chitra Anggini received a bundle of gold pieces. When he was about to ask, Mantingan immediately cut him impatiently.
“Change the plan again. I'll look for lodging, and you'll sell pedicures and rice in the market.” The mantan took out several pieces of Magic Throw. “You still remember these spouts, don't you?”
Chitra Anggini took a close look at the throws before nodding his head. “That's all Magic Throw that if broken will immediately send a distress signal to you, right?”
“True. Save this all.” The mantel pulls the palm of Chitra Anggini, putting all the throwers in the woman's grasp. “If all your business is done, break one throw and stay where you are until I come to pick you up. If something happens that can be threatening, then break two throws at once and then break the other one to mark your trail, I will be there as fast as I can.”
“Then how do I find you?” ask the woman.
“Kurasa, no way.”
Then so after giving a short answer, Mantingan jumped down from the pedati. Immediately melted into the sea of people on that street. Chitra Anggini let out a long sigh while smiling faintly.
“At least Mantingan said that these money I can spend as I like.” His smile is growing. “Hurry up a little, Munding. After selling these pedicures and rice, I will buy you some delicious food. And only then did I buy a fresh batch of wine!”
Meanwhile, in the midst of a crowd of humans who could not be more dense, Mantingan walked quickly.
The young man did not flicker or bouncy from one roof of the building to the roof of another building even though it was desirable to avoid the crowd that increasingly made his head dizzy with his shreds.
He admitted that Kotaraja Koying is a large city that is very developed. But because of his progress, people from all over the country or from other countries came. They are like a great crowd of larons, and the city is a bright lantern.
It is also true what Chitra Anggini said when the woman told the various things in this city: the level of happiness of the population is very low.
Who would be happy if every day had to deal with the stifling crowds and deafening noise plus the troubling threat of robbery?
The mantan is getting into the city. The pace is getting faster, because the crowd has also been reduced a lot without realizing it. Noise subsiding. Likewise with Mantingan's heart pounding that gradually calms down.
When he found an open shop by the side of the road, Mantingan immediately entered it without a second thought. Before starting everything with caution, he should calm down first!
The shop Mantingan visited this time was not in the building, but was on a small patch of land on the side of the road. The sheet of cloth spread wide, lacing the shop, the gentle breeze made it bumpy.
There are tables and chairs in the shop. Some have been filled. Most visitors have the appearance of Suvarnabhumi people, but there is one visitor who looks foreign. High-statured and tall. Nosed. With a thick bust in the jaw and chin, almost form a sideburn. The top of his head was wrapped around a long cloth, which Mantingan knew was named turban. The man who was in his thirties was wearing a long green robe, so long as the robe touched his ankles. On his lips, tucked in a smoky pipe, could it be that he sucked on the hornbill because the dish he ordered had not come yet or indeed the shell itself was his order?
The man had glanced at Mantingan, but only a passing item. Look back at the street while continuing to suck the stem of the hornbill.
Looking at the hankclong, a few more Mantingan returned to remember the Swordsman Sanca Merah. The woman also sucks the hornbill, either by liking or forced, because the Red Sanca Science she mastered needed smoke as an intermediary for Magic Threads to control the Soul Golek.
How for Mantingan, the tough woman is a true warrior. When death picks him up, no Red Sanca warrior holds a grudge against him. He was grateful because Mantingan had defeated him, which was tantamount to killing him, which was the same as perfecting his martial path. In fact, the female swordsman passed down the Red Book of Sanca containing the Science of Red Sanca to her just before her breathing stopped.
Red Sanca science is useful for Mantingan to control his artificial arm. With that knowledge, he could sense touch with his artificial arm, which in other words his sense of touch could work on that wooden arm.
Forgetting the Red Sanca Swordsman, Mantingan immediately walked towards the table in the corner of the tavern. As usual. It was only there that he could monitor the entire store without attracting much attention.
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note:
Sorry, due to a miscalculation, I had to do this.
