The Musafir
Facial Illness
The WOMAN pensively pensivelyed for a moment, before finally saying, “Are martial world warriors as stupid as ants?”
Mantingan smiled and replied, “Saudari, I think we'll just get here for our meeting. I found what I wanted to find. Now it's time for me to continue the journey.”
The young man immediately stood up from his place while stretching out the bundle containing the Pair of Moon Sword on his back. He really wanted to leave even before tasting the bitter tea that Nadara had brought him.
“How about the dish you ordered?” Nadara also stood up from his stool with a look of restless face. He seemed like he was about to hold Mantingan for a while longer.
“Share it to the villagers or travelers who stop by your shop,” Mantingan replied simply before starting to step away, but again Nadara held it back.
“Wait, Brother Jaya! I still don't understand why you immediately rushed away after saying that to me? What did you find? And what do you want to do?”
The smiling mantle is getting wider. “Saudari, sweet tea is something that is not very healthy. Daku just wanted to turn it a little bit more bitter.”
“For what?”
“To prevent new ants from getting into that cup and dying in vain.” Right after saying that, Mantingan went down the stairs. Nadara could no longer hold it.
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MANTINGAN arrived at the end of the trail with the North River Angel, the Red Claw Inn. His meeting with the girl started from this place, when Bidadari Sungai Utara repeatedly asked the young man for help to take him to Tanjung Kalapa so that he could return to the arms of his beloved lover in the land of Champa, although that much he also got rejection from Mantingan.
Now, how much Mantingan was grateful for his decision in the past who accepted the request despite a slight objection. No one thought that such a small thing could bring Mantingan at the best times of his life. No one expected that they would meet Kana and Kina. No one expected how Mantingan had subconsciously built his own little family in the Wind Bell Village.
Exactly Mantingan stood in front of the inn building which has now grown quite large since he last saw it. The inn also looked much more crowded, some of the pedicures and horse carriages leaning on the moorings that were on the courtyard.
Two students from Red Claw College stood guard near the door of the tavern with swords slashed at the waist. They are martial people, Mantingan immediately put up his vigilance because it is not impossible that Gold Claw College is also looking for him at this time. Which university is not tempted by the gift of a power area as wide as the unity?
The mantle corrected its caping shape so that the shadow was now perfectly sealed off the look of its face without the slightest gap, before it began to step into the Red Claw Inn.
The two warriors guarding the entrance glanced at Mantingan for a little longer than when they glanced at the other guest of the inn. They glanced at the black sword tucked in the young man's waist belt. Obviously a sword warden!
“Brother, stop first,” said one of the warriors as he stretched his hand to scuttle Mantingan. “Brothers bring a sword to the inn, we have to confiscate it during your stay for the safety of all guests at this inn.”
Without saying a word, Mantingan pulled the Kiai Kedai Sword from his waist belt before then passing it to the swordsman.
“We also have to see your face. Take your caping off for a moment.”
This time, Mantingan was silent for a moment. Defeating the two Red Claw College disciples before him was something much lighter than simply winking, but the impact that would result from the deeds was no big deal. So as much as possible Mantingan quibble to use all his language skills to avoid commotion.
“Two brothers, my eyes got a curse when I was fighting with a swordsman spell user from Suvarnadvipa. The curse can be transmitted through the eyes, so I deliberately always wear a wide caping to cover my eyes from innocent people. Even now, what I see from you is just a part of the foot, I do not dare to look directly at your face.”
Not that the word is full of lies. Of course, the Mantingan intended as a swordsman spell user from Suvarnadvipa is the Mama of Darkness, and a curse he meant as a feeling of sorrow and hatred that could never be separated from the gaze of his eyes. Perhaps the curse can also be transmitted to those who see it.
Language can be an invisible weapon.
The two warriors then retreated a few steps after hearing Mantingan's story
“Kami tidak dapat menerimamu, Saudara. Pergilah dan cari penginapan lain yang masih mau menerimamu,” kata salah seorang dari mereka dengan suara bergetar.
“But why?”
“You can pass the disease on to other inn guests!”
“Brothers, if only I really wanted to, then I've been doing things like you said before. Even until now, no innocent person has been the victim of my curse. But if you two hold me back ..”
The mantingan deliberately did not continue his words. Let the two Red Claw College students guess for themselves.
After being silent for a long time, finally one of them said, “Alright, we will give you permission to enter, but your head we make a guarantee if you fall victim in this store due to your actions.”
“That's what I just wanted to say, Brother. Make my head a guarantee. As a swordsman, I always hold the oath that comes out of my mouth,” Mantingan said before he stepped into the shop.
He was greeted with eyes that he knew were also from warriors. Presumably they have a little sharp hearing knowledge so they can listen to all the talk with the two door guard students earlier. Those eye gazes felt like they were keeping such a high level of vigilance. Who is not afraid of a dangerous disease that can be contagious?
Mantingan made an impression like he was unaware of the stares and continued to move towards the reception desk of the guest.
“Good morning, Sir, is there something we can help you with?” The person in charge behind the reception desk still said kindly.
“I want to book a room on the top floor for a few nights.” The mantel put a few pieces of gold on the table.
“Sorry, sir, but the special room on the top floor already occupies. We still have some other special rooms, but you have to pay double the usual room price for each night.” The waiter maintained his wide smile.
“Who occupies it?”
“Master, such a thing we can not reveal to anyone who is not interested.” Now the smile on the servant's lips began to fade. “Do you really intend to stay or just wonder?”
“I'll book the usual room,” Mantingan.
“Five pieces of silver for one night, includes breakfast.” The servant only took a piece of gold belonging to Mantingan on the table while preparing the remaining money.
After receiving the change as well as the room key, Mantingan continued his steps towards the stairs. Deliberately not plugged Science Hearing Dew Drops even though then he can immediately know who the occupants of the room on the top floor, because if it turns out the person is really the North River Angel, because if it turns out, he wanted to see it with his own eyes.
Mantingan's steps accelerated as his head grew more and more filled with the shadows of his beloved girl. The stairs that are not how much and long it feels like increasing thousands of times. He almost flashed if he did not immediately realize that it would only seem like a challenge to the other warriors in the inn.
