The Musafir

Towards the Great Show

THAT NIGHT, the Thousand Houses of Kotaraja neighborhood looked very very lively. This is the peak night of the Love Event, a big party is being held with various kinds of entertainment and fun in it. No one is unhappy.

This evening party was not only attended by all the guests of the event without exception, but also important nobles in the palace, he said, even some officials from around Suvarnabhumi willing to come all the way just to be present at the palace tonight. Bird news, the king will be present.

The crowded atmosphere is inevitable, the heart-heart beating faster than usual. But not so with the Mantingan who had always looked alert and several times found moody. Is it not so when he clearly knows that there will be a massive attack tonight? After knowing the feelings of Chitra Anggini, which although never expressed directly, everything no longer feels the same.

Unlike Chitra Anggini who does not really realize how dangerous the situation is, so it is eager to wait for the attack. The way he thought was very different.

Before leaving to attend the show, the woman said, “That damn heirloom pair we will soon get. I really can't wait to see the fire blazing in this palace.”

Such is Chitra Anggini, unlike most women who are weak-soft display courtesy. But such things make him a mighty warrior.

Now the woman is right on the side of Mantingan. Walking side by side in the crowd while smiling brightly, like his brightness was about to match the moonlight hanging in the dark sky. Thinking things would go smoothly, as smooth as jade that had been polished millions of times.

“How lively this atmosphere is,” said Chitra Anggini with a faint voice. “I've never encountered anything like this before.”

Thousands of warriors filled the streets that were not as wide, a sight that had never been seen before in the history of the rivers and jungles of the martial world. Lanterns that imitate the style of the Land of the Roof of Heaven hang about one fathom above the road, connecting with each other with a rope. Flowers scattered on the side of the road, making the air smell very fragrant. The details of magic light flew in the sky, forming all sorts of extremely beautiful looks. Some sound players also add to the allure.

Nothing less, all of it makes for a truly festive atmosphere. But, is there something lively in the young man who names himself as the Mantingan?

So long wandering, so far away from a place that can be called home. There was too much salt in the martial world that he had to swallow raw, along with tens of thousands of lives of evil people who floated in his hands, so much of the burden was on his mind.

Isn't it for the size of a young man who is still less than 20 years old, all those things are too excessive? Didn't even Kiai Guru Kedai never experience an incident similar to him at such an age? Why must he, a young traveler who should live in poverty and naivety, bear all this destiny?

With such consideration, seeing Mantingan still able to smile is a gift.

No one can truly understand the circumstances, except the Northern River Angel who unfortunately has been with another man far away in Champa there.

Without counting as much as what feet stepped, Mantingan and Chitra Anggini arrived at the Thousand House Palace Courtyard.