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I will tell you everything you need to know.

Which also coincides with the other matter I need your help with.

Find its owner.

I see... Some actual detective work this time.

Before that though... Mr. Nothing, where's that benefactor of yours, Kroos?

Uh... D-Did she chase after them?!

I'll go check on her!

(I followed them all the way to this night market, but isn't it a bit too lively?)

(Did I lose 'em?)

(Let me check this direction...)

Oops, my bad—

—You're from this afternoon—

I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said I had nothing to do with this?

I haven't even said anything yet.

But put yourself in my shoes. Soon as I arrive in Shangshu, I run into someone trying to rob a friend. And now again. Would YOU believe that's a coincidence?

Don't worry though, I'll give you plenty of time to work out your excuse.

Hmph.

Might as well save my breath, then!

I'll go this way. You check over there.

Right then! I'm counting on you, Brother Lee.

Hold on.

Is something the matter?

What's that... beside your feet?

Hm? I don't see anything.

Must be my eyes playing tricks... Maybe someone's pet?

Let's go.

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This isn't it...

If things were really so simple, then I would find myself worried about Mr. Liang's eye for talent.

Mr. Zheng, do we know anything about the visitor from Lungmen yet?

He's an old friend of Liang Xun's.

Anything special about him?

We have a few unclear leads, but I can at least guarantee that this affair has nothing to do with Lord Wei.

That's my father's greatest worry taken care of.

True though, considering the sort of methods that Lord Wei of Lungmen usually employs... If he were involved, we wouldn't be sitting here enjoying tea right now.

I've heard many anecdotes about him over the years. It's a shame that I've never had the chance to visit Lungmen to see his exploits with my own eyes.

I'm surprised that you'd show such a keen interest in someone like him.

I walked the world of kung fu in my younger years, and I've heard he's fine swordsman. That's all.

I see. It's true that he's a swordsman... As for his swordsmanship, though, all I know is rumors.

In any case, can we assume it was Mr. Liang himself who chose to involve the Lungmenite?

Undoubtedly.

Hm... He is the only remaining variable, and also Mr. Liang's only trump card.

Mr. Liang should've been on our side. The man he chose should not have tried to deceive me either. It was an illogical move.

Mr. Liang doesn't have much of a choice himself. If only... *Sigh*... No, it wouldn't have mattered.

Isn't her presence in Shangshu the reason everything has gotten so out of hand?

The Three Mounts and Seventeen Peaks... A place graced by the presence of a deity.

In eras past, Shangshu was a place where many dreamed. Not only people but all inanimate things. As the saying goes, all things in the world can be deified with souls, and all words in the realm can be summarized in a sigh.

According to legend, a millennium ago the Yanese towns were scattered all over the country. It was only when our Shangshu forebears all collectively saw the same dream that they chose to settle down on these lands.

The legends of Shangshu have always been so magnificent.

Outsiders may see it as mere legend, but to the locals it is history.

The Operator from the medical company... Kroos, was it?

If it wasn't for your help, she would likely have caught up to me. You have my thanks, Mr. Zheng.

You once saved my daughter from having her hotheadedness lead to disaster. It is only natural for me to come to your aid.

At the end of the day, Rhodes Island is an unknown. What do you think, Innkeeper?

They are not a part of the game.

They are nonetheless standing very close to the table.

Hmm... I rarely see young a woman with such fine techniques, though. Seeing her chase after you gave me a good idea of her abilities.

And what's your assessment?

She may be young, but she's a battle-hardened veteran.

Hoh? Did you arrive at that conclusion as Zheng the Innkeeper or Zheng Qingyue, the Asker to the Frost?

Both.

You haven't once looked away from that fake cup.

I'm only reminiscing... reminiscing about the goblet's original form.

When we crossed that wilderness all those years ago... we ran into a group of bandits. None of them spoke Yanese, and we hadn't the slightest idea where they came from.

They blew up the caravan and tried to steal our wares, though our Escort Association colleagues stopped them. Still, there were far too many, all obsessed with our wares, and they followed us for two hundred li.

It was raining. Visibility was low, and there was nary a light in sight. The bandits, who knew the terrain much better, followed us like shadows.

We were afraid to counterattack, lest they have some kind of underhanded trick up their sleeves. We were too afraid to run either, lest we couldn't shake them.

From what I heard, the Sui Regulator once secretly commissioned the renowned Xingyu Escort Association to transport an item, only for it to be lost in an accident en route.

That was my fault.

I'm afraid I'm not very good with comforting words, Mr. Zheng.

I simply never expected that the next time I met a crossbowman of such horrifying prowess would be in my hometown, in the dead center of the city, under a well-lit night, all for the same goblet.

I truly... cannot begin to explain how I feel.

How did you escape then, Mr Zheng?

When do you mean?

Oh... The incident you were just talking about, of course. My father always tells me that I am still young and inexperienced, and should learn from my elders.

If you would continue to share your story with me, I'll gladly listen.

Luck was on my side that night...

Two of my men were hurt. Good men. Neither of them made it.

The Association's rule is to 'save the goods, then the men.' We all knew the risks when we joined the business.

But with the injured dead and the goods threatened, that actually freed us to do as we pleased.

It was pouring that night. Helped to wash the blood off our blades.

So you just need me to find the cup's owner?

Correct.

By owner, you mean a buyer or collector?

Not quite. It would be a much simpler matter if that were the case.

Hm, that's strange. This cup was shockingly cheap, but according to the black market appraisal I stole from the smugglers, it seems...

It's an actual antique, through and through.

Who's the man of the hour then?

I don't know their name... Nor anything else, really. Their gender, their race, their age...

Well... Where am I supposed to start then...? Are you even sure they're in Shangshu?

That much is certain, and only that.

How do you know? Suppose our friend decides to take a trip, wouldn't that make this a huge waste of time?

No, they are in Shangshu. I can guarantee you that.

If they had left Shangshu... I would have been notified.

Strange. So you can monitor them, but you can't locate them?

That's right...

Are they some kind of monster or enlightened deity?

You'll know what I mean once you see them.

So they must leave some kind of indication that they're here... Is this the kind of funny business government officials have to deal with these days?

Fine, I won't probe any further if you don't want to tell me. It's just, that's not much of a lead in a town this big...