The Musafir

Back to Kotaraja Library with Disguise

MANTINGAN kneeled right next to the body of the Thousand Book Swordsman who was lying weakly helplessly. Dying. Blood poured out from his broken chest. Wetting the red-brick streets that are getting red due to the blood. Mantian immediately grasped the old man's arm to then drain the prana energy as much as possible.

“Hero Man need not bother to endure the death of the selfless old man who had deserved to die like me this.” The Thousand Books Swordsman smiled faintly before coughing up blood several times. “The book you seek is in my robe. Take it for yourself, my hands seem to lose all their strength. If you use it to do good for the common, then may my sins be lightened even if only a little.”

“Mr can go quietly. Thank you for all the valuable lessons you have given me.” Mantingan lowered his head as he said that, truly showing his sincere respect.

“Maybe you'll get a little exercise, Hero. It's not just you who're after the book.” Right after saying that, the breath of the Life of the Thousand Books Swordsman stopped. His eyes were closed in a smile of peace.

The mantan reached into the mantle of the Swordsman of the Thousand Books and found a petal that was shown to him while still in the Library of Kotaraja. And when he put the ejection pod into his coffin, there was the sound of metal whistling right behind his head!

In fact, the tension is not destined to end, because there are still those who attack Mantingan after he managed to defeat a tough warrior whose name is quite famous in the martial world!

The mantle immediately pulled his body back, just before a sword struck him from above!

Sent a counterattack in the form of a sword slash at the swordsman who attacked him. In an instant kill that poor man.

Mantingan did not think carefully when he killed the swordsman. If only he had simply paralyzed him for all eternity, then it would have been certain that the warrior would have lived in a type of helplessness and shame that was so great for man to bear, a thousand deaths is better than living like that.

And if the swordsman succeeds in escaping his paralysis, he will seek the Mantingan or at least those close to Mantingan to avenge having been humiliated as a swordsman.

But if the Mantingan kill him, then even if later met in the afterlife, the swordsman will thank Mantingan as much as possible.

But that one warrior alone is not enough. There seemed to be other shadows that were moving at a very high speed towards him.

Feeling no luck confronting them, the Mantan immediately darted away with all its power while it could.

***

DISGUISING yourself as a truly layman is one of the skills that every swordsman must master. The ability to disguise and meld in the lives of ordinary people will help warriors hide from pursuit, run secret tasks, spy, and many others.

Just like the one Mantingan was applying at the moment. It disguises, blends, and sneaks in the middle of the public with its appearance that is also like the civilians around it.

He walked leisurely on the streets in a special settlement inhabited by people from the Land of the Roof of Heaven.

The clothes he was wearing today came from the Land of the Roof of Heaven which he did not know the name and type. The origin of his breathing was secretly from the cloth merchant by the roadside, and of course with all the apologies in mind because it can only pay in the form of a Protective Magic Throw that he immediately paired in the store.

In order to really look like a person from the Land of the Roof of Heaven, Mantingan flowed cold prana energy all over his skin. So that now he appears to have pale white skin, more or less like the people of the Land of the Roof of Heaven who just eat less vegetables.

The mantan still uses caping and looks like a sword sorcerer. But in fact, the decision to disguise yourself as a swordsman is still not appropriate. Many people around him were staring at his two swords with great admiration.

Some even approached him and excitedly asked if he had ever killed people with swords.

Of course the Mantingan did not reply to him and just passed by after snorting a cold breath.

“Hai, Handsome Master! Visit the Flying Gull Inn to simply unwind. Sahaya will accompany Mister!”

Mantingan turned his head and found a thick-faced woman cheering him from the second floor of a building. When her gazes met each other, the woman immediately showed a flirtatious smile.

The mantang simply shook his head and walked back. Two other women cheered him along the way. In fact, some even threw flowers.

“Master! You are so handsome! Stop by this inn, Sir there is no need to pay me.”

“Play with both of us, Sir! No need to pay, we will pay Mister!”

Mantingan quickened his footsteps. Isn't this so unnatural? Why would the women of flowers pay to pay them, and the opposite should be true?

One-two of them started walking quickly towards him, some others followed. Mantingan still walked calmly, but when the women began to run after him, Mantingan would not want to come running anyway.

It is unbelievable how Mantingan, the Sky Starter who has been at the top of the martial world, running rams pursued by prostitute women who are actually very helpless in front of him. Pervasive soils, jungle, even the underground network will be difficult to believe it.

***

in the end, however, Mantingan made it to the Kotaraja Library when the sun had fallen slightly to the west.

It was easy enough for her to avoid those crazy whores. He just needs to run, and there really is nothing but to keep running. The women had their own boundaries, so it was forbidden for them to violate it just because of a handsome man.

Mantingan no longer disguised himself as a young man of the Roof of Heaven Country, because his appearance like that actually attracted a lot of attention. So now he disguised himself as a man who was truly unworthy of attention; Astacandala.

Strolling amid the hustle and splendor of the city, Mantingan only uses a loincloth and headband that has been so shabby. His entire body was covered in dry mud, so now it seems that he has not bathed for weeks, although in fact he always bathed every day.

People turn their faces when they see it. No one is willing to pay attention to him even if only a little. Some even shed tears in their eyes after seeing it. Who would want his eyes to be stained by the apparition of Astacandala?

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note:

Thank you for giving me your criticism and advice. And sorry if I do not reply one by one, but all the criticism that came in I have read well and used as material evaluation in the future.

Next, I would like once again to ask the readers for help to mention the episode you like the most from the Musafir.

I will erode the shortcomings and develop the advantages of this novel.

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