A government official first warned the shifty-looking individual, "If I find out everything you've said is nonsense, you're in for it, kid! But if such things have really happened, the Magistrate will certainly not short-change you."
Having delivered the warning, he hurriedly ran back towards the yamen.
"I'll go and report to the Magistrate, sir!"
"..."
The Magistrate of Iron Mountain County appeared to be a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
Or perhaps...
An old man.
Because in this world of mysticism, the average lifespan wasn't particularly high; being nearly fifty was enough to be called grandfather, and one's grandchild might already be helping with household chores!
It was evident that the Magistrate of Iron Mountain County had a particularly good diet, appearing even more rotund and jowl-heavy than the manager of an inn.
