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This was a slow job: the making of the badge couldn't be careless, for every detail specifically marked on the blueprint was there to prevent counterfeiting, and it was these details that further convinced Han that the person who produced the blueprint must be a noble.
Being able to contact a noble was definitely the biggest gain of his journey.
A day's toil left his back and waist aching.
The blacksmiths walked out, rubbing their shoulders, but no one dared to complain, as they had just heard someone call out for dinner.
Dinner?
Someone was actually providing food after work, but surely it wouldn't be anything delicious.
Han rubbed his grumbling stomach, deciding to slip into Old Cheli's bed tonight, believing the other would answer all his questions.
But first, he needed to fill his belly.
The scent that assaulted his nostrils surprised Han.
"Everyone can take up to two pieces of bread!" It was the rattan sticks again.
