The Musafir

Kotaraja Library

the people who passed around them held their breaths when they saw the tip of the spear only stayed a small amount from Munding's stomach. But a blink of an eye later, their mouths gaped with a look of disbelief.

The spear shattered into pieces after touching Munding's stomach! Not only that, the body of the guard was thrown several steps back. Falling, thud. Immediately unconscious.

Several other guards came with great prowess. The mantan rubbed his chin slowly, quite surprised when he realized that for the library was to be guarded by warriors with swordsmanship. This is very rare in Javadvipa whose average people still consider the martial world as part of a mere fairy tale.

The guards pulled out toward Mantingan, besieging him, but none of them showed an attack.

The people quickly got away, but did not really leave the place. They just make room for the library guards, then watch from a distance while hoping the fight goes exciting. That is how for them the martial world is something that is really real, so can even enjoy it.

The guards looked at each other for a moment. It was obvious that they were hesitant to attack Mantingan who did not seem to be a reckless skilled person. Coupled with his buffalo who might have great power too.

After all, wasn't Mantingan completely innocent here and instead became the one to be attacked without counterattacking? The guards clearly knew that if they attacked him, then they were the ones who would get into trouble.

So, instead of getting into trouble that was not really necessary, they chose to put their swords back on and help their unconscious companion.

As if nothing had happened, Mundingan continued to bring Mantingan closer to the library page.

After the unconscious sprawled soldier was carried away, the people who had originally been silent watched gradually dispersed and returned to their respective interests with a slight sense of disappointment.

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The fifth FLOOR of the Kotaraja Library is a special place to sell missionary books.

Kotaraja Library does not sell martial arts books directly, but they allow anyone who meets the requirements to trade books of silat on the fifth floor of the library building.

The requirements are not too easy, or even not easy at all. Every swordsman who wants to trade must pass a match against another swordsman, only to win a place to trade. In the case of the match of the warriors, killing became something that was not forbidden.

The fight will prove which book of science is superior, because the self of a swordsman is a reflection of the book he studied.

Mantingan went around to find the book he needed. Indeed, one of the goals of going from Kotaraja Slum Settlement is to find a book with a high level of science.

But after a long time around and ask around, Mantingan still did not find the book he was looking for. He had been offered other high-level books of science, but Mantingan was reluctant to spend money on something he did not really need.

As he approached the last store, his spirit and hope were almost exhausted. However, his feet still stepped quickly towards the store, because it was impossible for him to give up after so far. And if he's not here, he'll look for him somewhere else.

The shopkeeper was an old man who had a long beard. A destar wrapped around his bald head was eaten to age. His blurry eyes narrowed with a suspicious look towards Mantingan. The wrinkle on his increasingly shrunken face had completely asserted his vigilance.

“What you want to look for, Son?” The old man without hesitation directly questioned the Mantingan.

“Science books that can blast thousands of weapons in the blink of an eye, Mr.” The mantingan replied without further ado, but still in a polite tone. Doesn't the Suvarnadvipa not like to mince words unless they're talking back and forth?

“That's a very black book of black magic, my son.”

The mantang widened his eyes with a surge of spirit that kicked into his chest. During his tour earlier, all the book merchants said that such knowledge never existed, not even a few who consider Mantingan too far-fetched.

However, this old man said as if he knew the book he was referring to!

“Do you have that book?” Mantingan again asked in earnest unable to hide his interest.

“I have it or not, that's not a problem. The question is you, Son, do not deserve you to learn the book that black is very thick!”

“Cannot.”

“Very possible, Father. Hazard descending ancestral blood.”

“If your ancestors were black warriors, then you must have the same evil nature! I would not sell books to a swordsman who intends to make a mess.”

“The nature of my ancestors can never guarantee my nature, Mr.” The mantan still explained it patiently.

“Lantas for what purpose do you intend to have the book?”

“To guarantee the safety of myself and the people I love, Father, just that,” Mantingan replied, which certainly does not forget that last night he almost died because he was powerless to face the science of opponents that are so confusing.

The purpose of Mantingan get the book is to learn to master it really, then do deepening with the science of reading omens to find ways to ward off the style.

“That's up? Duhai, how you are like not a person I recognize at all.”

The mantle frowned. Why did the old man say that while Mantingan felt that he had never met him at all?

Or maybe they did not meet each other before, just that the old man recognized his identity? If so, then how bad!

“I will not give you the book if you only intend to protect yourself and your loved ones. That is not the attitude of a hero.”

Then it was true that the old man was able to recognize the identity of Mantingan!

“Father, please understand, sarah is not a hero.”

“Which can declare whether you are a hero or not is a vast delusion, not yourself.”

The mantle is in place. It does not care what sort of thing is considered by the broad delusion. What he needed right now was that the book no matter how!

“I have a copy,” said the old man in the end. “You can have one if you want.”

“What price should I pay, Mr?”

“Nothing. Think of this as my support for you,” he said then turned around and wanted to walk away, but then Mantingan held him back.

“Why did you do this?” Mantingan asked earnestly, because however giving a rare and dangerous book is not an entirely easy matter.

“I believe the book will be more useful in your hands.”

“How would it be if it was me who did not trust Mr.”

As he had thought before, giving rare books at once can be dangerous is not very easy. It would have been impossible to know that the old man had not intended to take great advantage of his actions.

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