Chapter 38 The Worst Cargo to Escort

I turned my head. Standing near a heavily laden merchant cart was a fat man draped in gaudy, gold-threaded silk. Im Tae-Rin. A prominent trader known for transporting rare herbs. In my past life, I had assassinated his main rival for a hefty sum of gold.

Tae-Rin was currently waving a fat finger in...

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