The Musafir

The Demon

The owner continued his story with a smile that looked very bitter.

“To this day, there are always swordsman corpses found in certain places. The people around here burned those lifeless bodies in honor of the Demon. We who are not warriors have no power at all, so really do not want to offend any party.

“We have all warned every swordsman who comes to Mount Rabbit with the intention of hunting stealth. But still we cannot prevent them much less punish them. It is true that there is a saying that you must first have power before you can establish the law.

“Then I give you a warning at this time, Young Man. You don't seem to have enough ability to deal with the Demon. All the high-powered warriors who came here were old, but they could all still be defeated so easily. While you still look very young, I suspect you are in your twenties, I fear you will not be able to go home alive if you continue that intention ..”

Mantingan nodded his head slowly while smiling gently. “Truly I realized how good your intentions towards me are. I really appreciate it. But forgive me, I will continue my intentions that have been unanimous since the beginning. If until anything happens to me later, then it is not something you should think about.”

Mantingan was actually not too sure whether he could beat “Sang Demon”. Always remember that in the sky there must be a sky. Moreover, with the power of nature, the Gusti always has surprises that are often unexpected by humans like himself.

What if it turns out that the Demon is an ancient creature that has lived for millions of years and still survives to this day, so that it manages to get an infinite power that really can not be defeated by anyone? No one knows it.

The owner of the shop breathed a long breath. It looks sorry at all. “If it is your decision, then really no longer I can hold you. I heard that warriors seek perfection through death. Maybe you are not included in the exception.”

Mantingan smiled without responding to the words of the owner of the shop that one. He then asked, “Can you show me the place where the bodies were found?”

“Before the sun goes down, Son. Do you dare go to that place?”

“Of course, Mr.” The mantan took out several pieces of Magic Throw from inside its storage box. “I'm not carrying a piece of money, Father, but this toss is enough to pay the cost of eating myself and my car if you sell it.”

“Ah, I've seen such spills, Son. People have been calling it Magic Throw, right?”

“True, Father. This is indeed a Magic Throw.”

“Alright, I can consider that as a payment that is more than enough. And even if you do not intend to pay at all, then it is not a problem at all for me.”

Mantingan just nodded slowly before going back to eating his porridge which no longer felt warm.

***

The night air at the foot of Mount Rabbit was extremely cold. Poked it to the bones. At first glance reminiscent of Mantingan on the foggy forest that protected the White Wind College.

He had to close his robe even slightly circulate the prana energy to keep his body warm. But the owner of the tavern looked completely unperturbed by the cold, he just changed his clothes with a slightly thicker one.

They walked in the darkness of the night with two brightly lit torches. Mantingan led Mundingan behind him through a slightly steep and slippery road, through the greatness of the forest.

It can be said that the forest they are passing through is quite scary as well. Even Mantingan as a wanderer who had been accustomed to passing through the thickness of the forest under the dark of night felt very vulnerable at this time.

“This forest is very creepy,” hiss the real store owner-in fact has been sweating cold first. “Not as usual. Both day and night, this forest has always been friendly with me, like a house that is not at all creepy. But now this is so different, so creepy and menacing.”

Mantingan has been able to find out that it is very possible because the father of the tavern owner felt the pressure of the killer air that had never existed before here, making him feel that this forest is no longer friendly. However, he did not intend to reveal the truth to the father of the tavern owner, because it could only make him feel more afraid.

The father of the shop owner stopped his steps, which immediately made Mantingan and Mundingan stop as well.

“Your destination is not too far from this place, Son. Just keep going straight, you will find gray burn scars. Forgive me for not daring to take you any further than this. I admit that I am afraid of death, there are still children and my wife in the house that I can not just die,” said the father of the owner of the shop while staring anxiously around him. Presumably the middle-aged man was no longer able to stem his fear.

“This is more than enough, Mr.” Mantingan throws a smile, hoping it can help the shopkeeper a little to face his fears. “I convey my deepest gratitude to Mr.”

“Yes, yes, now I have to really go. You careful. May batara god love you a miracle.” Right after saying that, the shopkeeper hurried away. Leaving Masingan and Munding in that creepy place.

“Ongh ...”

“No need to worry, Munding. I'm not going too far from you. And remember always that we always have the ability to go on the run anytime too.”

With Munding Caraka's flying ability, there shouldn't be anything really to fear. They can leave at any time if they feel threatened.

In addition, the martial ability of the Mantingan can not also be called low-low. But after all, that ability was probably only a Disposable Mantan to escape rather than to attack. If “Sang Demon” can kill hundreds of high-skilled warriors at one time, then how big is its ability?

That is what makes Mantingan not sure can win after attacking him.

“We have to keep moving, Munding. Keep walking behind me.”

The mantle began to move. The only thing he was aiming for right now was the source of the murderous air he was feeling right now.

The trail of the killer's air carried Mantingan straight forward until he found mountains of burnt ash that formed neat rows along the side of the road. Are they not the pancakas of the warriors who died in this place?

The mantan continued to walk without paying too much attention to the pancakas. The murderous Eve he felt at this moment was getting more and more concentrated and terrifying. He felt like he was being stalked by a very dangerous beast.

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