The Musafir
A House Filled with Scout Spells
CHITRA Anggini frowned. “We are still humans, Mantingan, however we will feel pain when bitten by many mosquitoes. Unless you really want to drain the energy into the whole body until morning comes, it's not a problem. But I don't want to do such a useless thing, so this mosquito net will still be installed.”
Mantingan wanted to prevent it again, but Chitra Anggini had first lowered the mosquito net curtain and tied it to the bedposts. It was too late for him to prevent the woman.
“You don't have to worry about anything. We will not do anything, remember the purpose that makes us both do this all.” Chitra Anggini clearly knew what Mantingan was thinking. “While right you are, Mantingan. Why is it like I'm the dangerous one here? Though you're the one I should be wary of because no matter how male you are, but why exactly the opposite?”
“This ...” The mantel is almost out of words. “This is very contrary to the teachings of my teacher, so I feel hesitant to sleep together in one bed with a curtain of mosquito nets with you. As you have said, I am a man, and however much I may be controlled by a terrible desire that I can no longer endure. I'm afraid unexpectedly will violate your honor.”
Chitra Anggini shook his head while clucking a few times. “Already, now get on the bed. Say what needs to be said.”
Mantingan brushed mosquito nets then sat cross-legged on the bed. Chitra Anggini followed and also cross-legged in front of him.
They looked at each other and there was immediately a face-to-face conversation.
Mantingan conveys a message, ‘There are voice-capturing magic spells throughout this building. We can't say everything related to the infiltration plan here.'
Chitra Anggini nodded his head. He had suspected that since he first entered this house.
‘Everything should be spoken in the eye view,’ Mantingan continued, ‘but not to look suspicious.’
‘If we look like lovers, then it should not make anyone suspicious,’ replied Chitra Anggini in her eyes.
‘But we are not lovers, then our eyes can not look at each other like a pair of lovers, and maybe it will be judged as impropriety that will eventually lead to suspicion.’ The mantle shook slowly while exhaling a long breath. He thought that if they wanted to look like lovers, there must be love between them, or the gaze would look unnatural and provoke suspicion.
Chitra Anggini only shrugged his shoulders even though he knew very well what Mantingan thought, but he chose not to discuss it because he knew Mantingan would not like it.
“Now it would be nice if we practice breathing,” Mantingan said with his voice, and not with his mere gaze. “It will be much more beneficial than just sleeping until morning comes.”
“You really don't want to sleep with me?” Chitra Anggini pulled his eyebrows up with an unpleasant look on his face, but Mantingan immediately closed his eyes and began to practice regardless of the question at all.
Chitra Anggini could only shake her head slowly before closing her eyes and practicing breathing.
In just the blink of an eye, both of them had been so late in their respective training. Chitra Anggini trained his breathing while improving the quality of the internal energy in his body, while Mantingan chose to train the Science of Hearing Dew Drops so that the distance range increased.
Under these circumstances, the Science of Hearing Dew Drops is much more needed than anything else. With the sharp hearing science that is very powerful, Mantingan can go through the intricacies of the surrounding environment without the need to go to the place directly, he was also able to reach out to the voices inside the royal palace despite not being able to translate those sounds into forms.
If Mantingan continued to train hard, it was possible that the ability to translate sound into his form could reach all or at least part of the royal palace. That would really give him a lot of benefits.
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The sound of cock crowing roars splitting the cold morning air. Either to wake the sun from its quarrel, or it is precisely the sun that awakens them. The chickens were deliberately placed in the Thousand Houses of the Palace to wake the residents in the form of ladies and soldiers, as well as so that they feel like they are in the hometown.
Chitra Anggini was still sitting cross-legged in front of him with her eyes closed solemnly. His hair was curled up, showing the appearance of his face that was so beautiful without bargaining, as well as the neck of his fingers that were very eye-catching.
For a moment, Mantingan fell asleep with the sight before him. But he can soon control himself and expel all bad thoughts that settle in his head.
Just a moment later came the sound of a clap being hit hard many times, which really could hoard the sound of a rooster crow. So echoing. At the same time, Chitra Anggini opened his eyes and immediately frowned when he saw Mantingan looking at him.
“Why are you looking at me?” search the woman.
“There is a flow of energy in the dirty in your body. If it's not released soon, maybe it'll clog your chakra path and it'll be even more terrifying just in case it happens while you're fighting.” The mantan does not lie, he did notice the unnatural signs on the skin color Chitra Anggini. “You overextend yourself by sucking all the energy in that around without filtering it first.”
“Whispering,” hissing Chitra Anggini. “If you can not clean it, it is better not to talk much.”
Without many more words, Mantingan immediately placed his left arm on the shoulder of the girl, surely that his right arm still could not be used to drain prana power!
The flow of prana began to spread into the body of Chitra Anggini and gave the woman a warm feeling that was very comfortable and reassuring mind. Little by little he was lulled, starting to close his eyes to enjoy all the warm feelings.
However, Mantingan did not linger to drain his pranic energy on the woman. Immediately after finishing cleaning the Chitra Anggini chakra path from the dirty inner energy, he again raised his left arm. Now his palm seemed to be enveloped in a pitch-black liquid.
That pitch-black liquid is not deep energy, for no matter how deep the energy may be present in the physical form, it is not, then the liquid is blood that has bound all the energy in the dirty on the body Chitra Anggini. When the blood was forced out of his body, it would turn into a deadly poison.
There are many black warriors who use this method to obtain poison, so they usually kidnap one or two people to be sucked out of blood.
The mantle immediately cleared the black blood from his palm with a deep energy until it evaporated into smoke.
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