"My Lord, are you leaving now? Aren't you going to have a meal with me before you leave? I've received a lot of care and attention from you over the years. I have a batch of gold-tier herbs, and I've made them into medicinal wine. It can help to increase one's strength."
The pharmacy owner escorted Blake to the back door and urged him to stay.
"Maybe next time."
Blake looked up into the sky and was ready to push the door open and leave. A hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes. Perhaps there would not be a next time.
He had been in the City of Steel for a few years. He was a captain who adored Christina. He often had conflicts with Claude, who also liked Christina, but that was to help his disguise. His real identity was the kingdom's assassin. There were many other assassins like him. Most of them were placed with various dukes and noblemen. They did not know each other, and each only had a few subordinates and a set of methods to contact the king.
