The Musafir

Planlessness

The FIELD that became the venue for the Kotaraja Love Event has a size large enough. In all, there were a hundred rows of benches facing a broad stage, each consisting of a hundred benches. That means, there are a thousand benches devoted to the guests of the event.

While on the edge, there are long and high stands. Go around the show. Not just any audience can occupy the stands, because the cost to get a seat in the stands can be said to be expensive, which is a hundred pieces of gold.

The noble families are free to occupy the tirbun without having to pay, but they must reserve a place at least one night before the event.

Mantingan and Chitra Anggini get a seat a bit away from the main stage. That can mean good, because it can avoid the spotlight from the sight of the royal spy warrior who is very observant of almost everything.

Actually, Mantingan wanted to take off his mask because he thought that it would provoke suspicion. But then he saw many pairs of warriors wearing masks that even covered his entire face without exception. This made him immediately stop the intention.

Suddenly Chitra Anggini raised his arm and pointed at something. The mantel turns its eyes to see what the girl is pointing at, which is in fact a large enough lantern that emits a blue light. The mantan frowned, unable to understand the intent of Chitra Anggini pointing the lantern.

“That means the event will start around one more rice act,” said Chitra Anggini in an unsound tone, “does not come too soon.”

“There is no news about the exact time of the start of this event. I did deliberately invite you to come faster, so as not to be late,” replied Mantingan with a smile that was wrong.

“Berada too long in this place was actually not too good.” Chitra Anggini continued, without even turning to Mantingan. “We are visiting the tiger enclosure.”

“This is our goal, right?”

“I did not come to die in vain.”

The mantan frowned while looking at Chitra Anggini with a look of wonder. Why did the girl suddenly become so serious?

“You're too silly, Mantingan. You have absolutely no proper planning. Not only does it bring danger to me, you can also bring danger to the crowd.”

The mantle is stuck in silence. Almost he could not believe that the words just slid from Chitra Anggini's mouth. Like without feeling bad when you say that. But no matter how it is, Mantingan is well aware that the woman is not wrong.

He did not have a careful planning, even to this day, and it certainly can endanger Chitra Anggini as well as the vast fantasies.

It should be remembered that the purpose of Mantingan went to Kotaraja Koying not only to save the captive Tapa Balian, but also to save the captive, but also to seize the pair of Moon Swords in the Middle of the Silence of Night that can return to the blue of the martial world as well as the public world when it falls into the wrong hands of the swordsman.

So that after fully understanding that Chitra Anggini is not wrong in his words, Mantingan can only answer, “If you really feel this is too dangerous, then I really do not why if you want to go. The matter of the pair of swords, I will still try to get it, and if I have found success, I will surely give the sword to you.”

Instantly after Mantingan said that, Chitra Anggini turned his head towards him. His eyes emitted astonishment as well as shock, in contrast to Mantingan's gaze which was full of certainty without any doubt at all.

It was as if he had never expected that the Mantingan would say so.

Chitra Anggini. Slowly, a smile rises on his sweet lips, making any man tempted to quickly kiss him, but that is how Mantingan always comes in exception.

The mantle scrunched his forehead. Now, he really felt a little offended by the words of the unfounded Chitra Anggini. Doesn't he take a bath every day, whether it's with energy in or with water? Doesn't he always eat on time and train his muscles, so that until now he still looks quite stocky? So with all these facts, what else could be the foundation of the speech Chitra Anggini just now?

However, Mantingan remained silent without retaliating. Not because he felt that Chitra Anggini was completely right, but he just felt that it was too trivial to argue. Even under these circumstances, they should only say important things regarding the infiltration plan.

“Don't be too heavy saying that.” Chitra Anggini turned his face forward. “And it is not that can be better than we speak in silence.”

The mantle nodded slowly. That means Chitra Anggini wants a conversation in the eye.

It is true that speaking in a voice is not a good option at all. No one can guarantee that among the swordsmen pairs who are participants in this event are free from the royal spy network.

And of course every spy swordsman has a sharp hearing that is not arbitrary, because the task often requires them to be able to hear the conversation from a distance.

No one can guarantee that the field of this event is free from magic that is able to capture all sounds. But for this, the Mantingan can be a little quieter because all the magic in the palace has been in control of the Darkness Master network. No matter how cunning the man was, Mantingan still considered him to be on the same side.

Chitra Anggini stared at him, conveying a message: someone stared at us for too long.

Among the many swordsmen who look dashing at the venue, as well as many more beautiful concubines who berjarah in the stands while joking around who are always interesting to look at, he said, it would be too suspicious if it was later found that there were people staring Mantingan and Chitra Anggini constantly.

With haste, Mantingan retorted through his eyes: where?

The sharper Chitra Anggini looked at him, then just a message was conveyed: the northwest direction.

The mantan does not immediately turn his gaze towards the direction mentioned by Chitra Anggini, because however it will make the person know that the Mantingan has realized its existence as a scout!

So the first thing he did was to plant the Science of Hearing Dew Drops to be able to see the lookout without using his eyes, but it was a fact that the person was very far away from him, so that it does not enter into the range of the translation of sound into a form that belongs to the Science of Hearing Dew Drops.

The mantan still did not want to be rash by looking directly at the lookout, but it would only make his curiosity accumulate. For a swordsman, curiosity is often interpreted as an endless sense of alertness and anxiety that can be dangerous!

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note:

I cannot finish the Enemy as soon as possible. If I want to, then the Musafir may be finished tomorrow!

But, I still want the Musafir to finish naturally, because I have prepared an outline for him.

For your understanding, thank you.