The Musafir

The Blood Wind Sites Book

The mantle was ushered into the auction room. After Mantingan entered, the atmosphere inside was in fact much more frenzied. Mantingan felt himself in the market after hearing these voices. Visitors who are bargaining look unwilling to budge, continue to raise the price of goods up to many times the original price.

The mantel of the auction item on the stage was a sword with a shiny black blade eye. I don't know what the use of the sword was until it was bid by many people at a high price. Then Mantingan looked around the room, there were a few people sitting behind a high table in the corner of the room, the guard man explained that they were special guests who had to pay more to be able to sit there, they also got some special privileges than ordinary visitors who sat down below.

The mantle was ushered only to his seat, the guard man left without saying anything. This room was too crowded for Mantingan, he had never gotten used to this kind of condition. Then Mantingan took a deep breath, trying to get used to it. Wasn't he also a paying visitor to get a seat in the auction hall? He should not be ashamed to be with the rich fighters in this auction room.

The black-bladed sword sold for a hundred gold pieces, successfully obtained by a middle-aged man sitting in the leading seat. The officer then delivered the sword to him. The auction is back.

This time the beaver auctioned was a knife blade from the long-destroyed college. The ones sold were really knife blades only, with no handles. The blade had also rusted, it really could not be used to attack or defend though.

The attendant standing on the stage was a young lady in open clothes, she held the blade of the blade with a soft cloth and carefully. Visitors began to whisper after recognizing the blade.

With a big smile, the woman in open clothes said loudly, “This is the knife used by the disciples of the Blood Kubangan Padepokan, the honored guests must know what is the Blood Kubangan Padepokan, the, but let Dara explain about the Blood Kubangan Padepokan.”

The woman in open clothes was named Dara, she mentioned her own name in front of hundreds of visitors, of course to introduce herself as a reliable host. Manten muttered slowly after knowing how the woman was hunching, he thought it was quite ingenious.

“Padepokan Kubangan Darah became one of the few independent schools in Javabhumi. This school is a big and successful college, people used to creep half dead when they heard the name Padepokan Kubangan Blood!

“This plot has a pretty heinous way to exterminate his college vandals. Dear guests, forgive Dara if Dara has to say something disgusting enough. The plank kills his opponent using their college mainstay, which is sucking the blood of the opponent until his opponent dies dry! The blood then they collected in a large puddle, a lot of blood that they used to perform a heresy ritual that they kept secret!

“Their secret was exposed also by an accidental event, and they were marked as a black school after the news spread. With this, the great white schools had reason to attack them. As a result, Padepokan Kubangan Darah was heavily defeated by the combined attack of the white school.” The woman took a long breath. “The hunt is not very well known, but their unknown heirloom is precisely what is dangerous for the opponent. This is their hidden heritage. This knife bar is poisonous ..”

Dara's words were cut off by an old man, soon the old man caught the attention of the other guests.

“Shortly! A moment! Did I not hear wrong? You sell stuff from the forbidden Blood Kubangan Padepokan? Didn't you know, that any item from the Blood Kubangan Padepokan is a forbidden item. Remember, that the kingdom will seek you and the heirloom!”

“Master, Dara didn't break the rules. This thing is not an heirloom anymore, sir, this thing is already rusty and cannot be used to attack. Dara only sells this knife as a display item only.”

“But still it's off limits. All right, well, look, are you sure you'll still sell that knife if I report this matter to the kingdom?”

Dara began to frown, her face looking worried. The mood was silent again.

“Because, you sold me that thing!” The sound of one of the special guests. “And you, old man, price your mouth for me to pay?”

Visitors whispered to each other, Dara growing worried that this auction would run out of her control.

The old man who had originally opposed Dara was now chuckling. “Hehehe, enough ten pieces of gold to drink.”

The special guest nodded. “Wara, what is the price of the rusty knife?”

Dara hurriedly replied, “For this knife Dara is open for a hundred gold pieces.”

The mantan swallowed his saliva. That rusty knife could cost him all his money in the blink of an eye!

“Will I take if so ...”

“It's not that easy!” Another special guest snapped. “Cultiply that price, give me that knife.”

“I got it first.”

The two guests looked at each other, Mantingan felt the breezy **** strong killer from the face-to-face clash. The situation will be very dangerous if it is left for only a few moments. That's when Dara tried to control the situation before it became more complicated later.

“Dear gentlemen, Dara has still not closed the price, so anyone can still bid. Dara beg for maturity from Gentlemen.”

The two special guests took off their eyes, they did not want their pride to be ruined just because of a rusty knife worth hundreds of gold pieces. Of course they brought thousands of gold pieces for this auction, so they were not too concerned about the current issue.

“How, Gentlemen, would anyone else want to bid?”

The room was silent, as no one seemed to be bidding anymore, Dara closed the price that had reached two hundred pieces of gold. It was delivered to the second special guest who bid. The auction resumed.

The goods that are offered are not too interesting Mantingan, because the goods have a price that far exceeds the amount of money at this time. Exasperated by the lying guard's burly man, the man said that the price of the item was under forty pieces of gold. However the items offered here cost above a hundred gold pieces.

The auction began to enter the final moments, the price of the goods started to fall. The officer backstage carried a pile of throws, looking like a book of silat.

“The next thing Dara auctioned was the Blood Wind Palm Book leftover by the White Wind College, which had recently been obliterated by the kingdom. Surely the honored guests knew clearly what happened to the college, which is why Dara just released this item for 50 gold pieces!"

Mantingan was much more astonished by the truth that White Wind College was a college obliterated by the kingdom. Isn't White Wind College a white college? Why must it be eliminated? Even the kingdom that intervened to obliterate the college.

In terms of the jungle, royal intervention is very little. Shortness is considered to be a mere fairy tale, where there is not much evidence. If only the government had intervened to crush a silat college, then the college was classified as dangerous.

But Mantingan disperse those inner debates, he must obtain the Blood Wind Palm Book before anyone else gets it. Since it was about the White Wind College, then Mantingan felt the need to buy it.

Then the mantle that had been silent since. “I'll take the book.”

Chilling mantle, “57!”

“60!”

“70!”

The cold sweaty mantle, it almost amounted to his entire bankroll. Now Mantingan was a little regretful and wished his rival to bid at an even higher price. But the man who became the rival of the Mantingan fell silent, no longer speaking.

“Are any of the guests bidding for this book again?”

Presumably Dara heavily released the book at a price that was not too far from the initial price, but indeed there were no more guests who bid for the Book of Blood Wind Sites. Therefore, Dara reluctantly released the Blood Wind Palm Book on Mantingan.

The Mantin received the Blood Wind Palm Book with trembling hands. How he had taken out 70 pieces of gold just for the pile of throws that were either necessary or not. The Mantin grimly handed the 70 gold pieces to the attendant, and stored the Blood Wind Palm Scripture very carefully.

“Alright, Dara will issue a beaver cover that will also be the closing item tonight!”

Kali no officer brought the goods to Dara, but the young woman herself who went to the back and brought the goods herself forward. The item Dara was carrying was a sword complete with a sheath, but Mantingan could not see the blade of the sword was due to the tightly closed sheath.

“Dara will not sell this item, because this is Dara's beloved sword. And Dara has no sword but this sword. Therefore, Dara will remove this sword by throwing it origin towards the guests.” Dara smiled thinly. “Not only that, whoever gets this sword will sleep the night with Dara!”

The mantle scrunched his forehead. Just now he was interested in the sword, but was no longer interested, even fed up of getting such a sword. Not his troubled sword, but his troubled innate gift. How could Dara do that just to enliven the auction? If he intends to do that, then he has succeeded, because the auction is hilarious after Dara finished saying that.

“Please guests not to fuss over anyone getting this sword!” Dara flipped her body and prepared to throw the sword at first.

Mantingan looked at the surrounding guests who were very enthusiastic, making Mantingan could only shake his head slowly. If it were them, the Mantingan would sit sweetly waiting for whoever got the sword. Mantingan realized that guests who were not warriors, or basic swordsman guests, would not get the sword until they could sleep at night with Dara. Since there were high warriors at the special table, they would definitely use their ability to dart to retrieve the sword.

All the guests were standing, even the guests at the special table. Only Mantingan remained seated in his chair, as if he was enjoying the sight of the fools before him.

Dara prepared a plan to throw the sword, then said, “Honored guests, hope you count down from the count of three!”

As soon as the guests were counting in unison and out loud.

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

Sword thrown. Mantingan clearly saw the sword hovering high near the roofs of the room, then the sword disappeared after several shadows darted towards the sword. But suddenly Mantingan's stomach like being hit by a godam with hard. The body of the mantle curled up and fell down. He grimaced, but felt a being in his arms.

Mantingan opened his eyes to see the thing, how surprised he was to see Dara's sword already in his arms. Other guests, even special guests, stared at Mantingan in disbelief. No one dared to take it.

Mantingan also saw a figure of a man who out of nowhere had been standing on his stool, the man carrying a sword in his left hand. His gaze led to the entire guest.

“If anyone dares to play rough here, must face me first.”

Now Mantingan realized, that if there was no man, it was not impossible for guests to dare to attack him.

The guests disappointedly returned to their respective seats, but there were some who opted out of the room. While Mantingan still did not understand what had just happened to him.

It was obvious that he saw the sword floating in the air, then shadows flashed around the sword, and suddenly it was in the arms of Mantingan.

“Lucky snot kid.”

“No effort at all, really lucky ...”

“I didn't think he could get it, really lucky!”

“That's why, only with that luck can he be arrogant! Look, absolutely no kowtowing and thanking.”

The mantan hears the murmurs that lead to him, but the Mantingan is more concerned about how he should behave on this sword. With still pain in the abdomen, Mantingan stood up and looked at Dara.

Dara smiled awkwardly, looking unexpected at all that Mantingan would get it. Dara also saw how Mantingan was the least excited guest looking at that sword.

The man who stood on the bench Mantingan immediately said to him, “Young man, you get it is indeed due to luck, so I hope you are not offended by their words.”

Mantingan asked, “Indeed how did I get this sword, Uncle?”

The man smiled. “The shameless warriors scrambled like animals who would not lose their last meal. They attacked each other in a speed you could not see, and accidentally one of the attacks hit the sword and pushed it at you.”

Mantingan felt that the sword was not driven to him, but struck. Now that Mantingan thought again, should he behave with this sword? Did you take it or give it back?