The Musafir

Suspicions

The mantingan handed the horse to Dara. The people regrouped when they saw Dara was about to leave, they were about to let go of the figure of his puja.

Mantingan and Dara jumped up on the horse. They looked at each other once and nodded, starting to spur the horse without a single one getting in the way again. The day is still far enough to be called twilight. However, even if the twilight is still far away, a long journey will be very dangerous. If night had come, I don't know what dangers Mantingan will face later.

Not a scared Mantingan. He was just worried that Dara would be doomed. He can protect himself, but maybe not if he has to with Dara at once.

The trip will probably be completed by night. The city where Dara lived was on Mount Kubang, while they were currently on the eastern side of Cpunegara, taking a lot of time and distance to reach the Mount Kubang region. That's all if their horse keeps on going without rest. Therefore Mantingan prepare the worst possibility, and still expect the best possibility.

If at worst they had to fight against the black warriors, the Mantingan had prepared a rescue plan. But he was reluctant to think too much about the rescue plan that had actually matured, Mantingan did not want to be too worried about the black swordsmen. Moreover, Mantingan was no longer afraid of those mess creators.

The horses kept on speeding, taking them out of the city. The two returned to the forest area. The air feels fresher. Light foliage fell, willing to be beaten by Mantingan and Dara horses. Even though the sun is in the middle of the sky, it is not too hot. In the rainy season like this, it is best to enjoy the atmosphere of travel. Before the rain comes, because it will be very troublesome if the rain suddenly falls.

The Mantingan and Dara horses continued to advance side by side. During the long journey, the sun slowly drifted west. The sky of goods will certainly be infinite, soon it will turn dark.

Worse yet, during the trip not a single inn was seen. Not to mention the inn, the shop is not visible. Mantingan considers this natural, the rise of robbery must have made the shop owner choose to cover his shop in the area of deserted forests.

The road that from noon earlier Mantingan pass also looks rarely passed. Medium-sized stones were strewn about, tall grasses growing on the street. The leaves fell everywhere. No longer maintained the road that Mantingan and Dara pass it.

Feeling that the night is coming soon, Dara said anxiously to Mantingan. “Mantingan, should we not stop and build a tent?”

“Because, I didn't expect our trip to be till night, I didn't bring a tent.” The mantingan began to regret his decision of not carrying many items in his bundle.

Dara's getting anxious. “I'm sorry, it's my fault.”

The mantle shook slowly and smiled. “Nothing to worry about, what is important for us is to quickly get to your city.”

Dara nodded once before racing the horse even faster.

Meanwhile, the sun was getting closer to the west, until it could no longer be seen by Mantingan and Dara. Slowly the sky began to darken.

Really demon. If it's night, they'll just show up. Spreading fear. In fact, such a human being is the real devil.

Not even a single inn has been seen. If there is a building on the side of the road, then the building is uninhabited and has been vandalized. The furious mantle, the black stream indeed never felt happy if it did not cause chaos.

Kiai Guru Kedai once said to him, that black flow is actually not a stream without a clear purpose. They have a goal that has long been coveted even before the science of martial power in Dwipantara. They want power. Just like the white stream wants power. It's just a different way. If the white stream takes a subtle approach, then the black stream takes a rough approach.

Once a black stream prevailed, ruling legitimately. The government they are implementing is not as bad as the minds of the people. Their rule was very barbaric, but not shown directly. They created a law that once prosper, which unwittingly enslaved its people. They create stories, political dramas, various frauds; provided that the profit they reap is far greater than the capital that is little.

If you look at the current state of Taruma's government, then the government is more inclined to be controlled by the white flow. Many people from the white party who got a position in the palace. The royal advisers were also filled by white party men. The power of the royal army was governed by the white flow.

“Stop Dara!” The mantle shouted while pulling the reins of his horse. Dara who heard that quickly pulled the reins of her horse. The two horses grimaced loudly before stopping perfectly.

Among the grunting sounds of the horse's breath, Mantingan heard other voices, which is why he asked Dara to stop. If you have heard suspicious sounds, Mantingan chose to stop and check, it could have been prepared in front of a trap.

Because Mantingan studied science and black-flowered books, he became aware of how the black school warriors behaved.

Their old stratagem was to set up a trap ahead, while they waited behind to slaughter the target.

Mantingan sharpens hearing. Heard by her some sounds of deliberately slowed breathing. Number nine. There were at least nine warriors who had a high level of respiratory science, so they could disguise their breathing sounds with the sound of the wind. But Mantingan can still recognize this breath sound as the sound of human breathing.

“Mantingan, what's up? Don't scare me,” said Dara half-whispering, half-scared.

The mantle shook slowly. “Better we go down and walk slowly forward.”

Dara realized something was wrong had happened around her, she said anxiously. “Mantingan, if it turns out later I die here, please forgive me for my careless attitude.”

The mantle brushed it off. “Don't say it.”

The mantle came down from the saddle of the horse, holding his horse to walk forward. Dara followed what Mantingan was doing, walking right by his side.

“Mantingan, your sword is still with me, will you take it?” Dara whispers.

Mantingan did not answer, only shook his head, still had time to show a smile.

Until finally Mantingan steps stopped, he also told Dara to stop. Sure enough, in front of them had crossed a thread of thin knee-high thread. If they stepped on or hit him, what surprise would welcome them.

Realizing that Mantingan and Dara had not managed to be tricked, the nine shadowy figures hiding within the tree now began to charge at them. The mantle knows and is ready to face them. He glanced at Dara beside him who did not know the attack, Mantingan hand pulled the handle of the Sword Kiai Kedai which was on Dara's waist, then darted and disappeared.

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