The Musafir

Back to the Palace

PLEASE READ THE NEXT CHAPTER FIRST BEFORE READING THIS CHAPTER!

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MANTINGAN looked at the corpses of the warriors before understanding a thing. He glanced at Chitra Anggini at a glance, replied with a nod. The girl knew what Mantingan had known, that the warriors they had just encountered came from an underground network in the Kotaraja Slum Settlement. They look the same as when attacking Mantingan some time ago with thousands of flying knives that appear suddenly, namely with all-black clothes all over the body and only show both eyes.

“Exit from this place.” Mantingan quickly gave a verdict, considering that he and Chitra Anggini have a good long-range attacking ability. More than that, he had to ensure the safety of the residents in the inn yard. They are not guilty enough, and how not to get involved.

Until now, with one foot on the window frame, both have floated and perched on the roof of the inn. With a movement that is too fast, so that none of the eyes of the layman managed to catch it. The act of distributing the stealth meat in the courtyard of the inn was still going on as it should, with none of them realizing that a life-threatening fight was taking place.

Just a blink of an eye after the soles of Mantingan's and Chitra Anggini's feet touched the roof of the building, a backlash hit them!

Tens or even hundreds of flying knives shot rapidly towards them. Striking with the distance between each other is very small, so as if it is not far at all. When fending off the first knife, the second knife will be very difficult to fend off, coupled with a series of other knives that come from different directions. Death was destined for them!

However, it was not the Sky Stakeholder his name if the Mantingan was subject to such an attack.

He took out four pieces of Magic Throw at once, to then plunge them into four different directions with the Blood Wind Palm. The protective spell combined with the powerful wind blow was able to knock out most of the flying knives, while some of them were easily mapped by Chitra Anggini with the flying leaves.

Mantingan crammed both of his feet, at that moment he also floated high up. Throw dozens of flying knives made of broken stone that just came out of the palm of his left hand. The knives managed to reach their respective targets without anyone missing. So that's how dozens of swordsmen's lives hiding behind the darkness of the shadow drifted out of nowhere!

When the Mantingan again landed next to Chitra Anggini, a voice that chirped along with the wind alighted in his ears.

“You both have us commemorated not to do anything here, why look for excessive things? Is the palace starting to dislike our existence?”

The thin smiling mantle. Purpose succeeded. With a badge bearing the banner of Koying worn as a necklace, they thought that he and Chitra Anggini came from the palace and deliberately disturbed the tranquility of the underground network in the Kotaraja Slum.

“More than a hundred of our brothers' lives have been spilled, but we did not finish your lives immediately. Go home to the palace and bring the news, we will not assume this problem is finished just like that.”

Mantingan and Chitra Anggini looked at each other for a moment. In their minds, they asked each other. Wouldn't this kind of action result in bloodshed? Will this be good or bad?

However, Mantingan again convinced himself, also convincing Chitra Anggini through the eyes, that more blood would be spilled if a pair of Moon Sword to fall into the wrong hands of the swordsman. However, there is no victory without sacrifice, and the Mantingan chooses to sacrifice warriors who have stained their own hands with the dust of sin.

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RIGHT before the sun completely set, they returned to the Koying Palace. Everything that happened in the Kotaraja Slum has been resolved in the meantime. More than a hundred corpses of enemy warriors were burned in pancaka fire, with the smell of burnt flesh no longer attracting attention as many of the inhabitants were burning their rations.

However, Mantingan and Chitra Anggini clearly knew that their affair was far from over with the burning of the corpses. The infiltration is still not implemented, the shadow of failure is still beating. Anything can happen in that time, and neither of them is able to know or simply predict about it.

The two were looking at a map composed of ejected sheets on the table. The palace floor plan is clearly drawn with the contents and explanatory information of each place. It was there that Mantingan was able to find out that Tapa Balian was held in the same building as his Pair of Moon Swords.

‘Just hope we are not late,’ said Mantingan in the look in his eyes, ‘Uncle Balian must have been forced to unseal the magic guarding that Pair of Moon Swords.’

‘Isn't it just your teacher who knows how to unlock the seal?’ Chitra Anggini then asked.

‘No one can guarantee the truth of the news,’ reply Mantingan later.

Chitra Anggini let out a long sigh, which had unknowingly immediately pecked a hint of suspicion in Mantingan's mind. But before the young man could confirm his suspicions, his sharp hearing had first caught a subtle movement on the roofs of his buildings. When he then sharpened again using the Science of Listening to Dew Drops that can translate sound into form, then he can see five sword-wielding people sneaking on the roof!

Soon he looked back at Chitra Anggini to warn him, but it turned out that the girl had been looking at him with a look of hesitation.

‘You feel something?’ chitra Anggini asked through his eyes.

‘Yes. There are five warriors on the roof of the house.’

‘They're intruders? Ah, I actually feel different things.’

‘What do you feel?’ Soon Mantingan asked, somewhat regretted by him because Chitra Anggini did not speak directly to the point, while maybe they did not have much time.

‘Sirep anglers b*rahi.’

The mantle frowned. Is that a sentence that Chitra Anggini really wants to convey, or is it just herself who misinterpreted the girl's gaze?

‘Yes, it's a kind of magic that can lure b*rahi people to fuck. In the underground network, we used to use it to make enemies complacent in order to be questioned or killed easily. But if this sirep is used in the Love Event, with five warriors on the roof who are clearly monitoring us, then the purpose of using this sirep can be other than usual ..’.

‘What?’

Chitra Anggini smiled faintly and replied while blowing on the fire of the lantern that became the only source of light in the room, ‘For the palace has been suspicious of us, he said, because the whole day does not act like lovers at all. No intimacy, no closeness. Now they have come to prove that suspicion, also to make sure that we are not intruders.’

The mantan fell silent with bated breath. He began to understand something.

‘With such a powerful siren, then is there another reason for us not to act like lovers if we really want them to think of us as such?’

Before Mantingan could reply to anything, Chitra Anggini had pushed him onto the bed!