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Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Chapter 1. Failed Assassination
Seven days later, at the entrance of the prison in Astan City.
Char handed Andrew a piece of clothing, and the round-faced merchant put it on while trembling.
His two servants were also released, each carrying goods. They had high physiques and seemed to be much better than Andrew.
"You lied to me."
Andrew looked at Char with resentment, his little eyes full of grievance.
"I've asked them. They said there was no list of prohibited items. They arrested me because the officer was a Barbarian."
"You're thinking too much. Do the higher-ups need to ask for a reason to catch you? if Maica saw that bucket of Soul-forming Grass powder, would he not use it as an excuse? Although I did lie to you in the process, there is no difference in the result. Not to mention..."
Char took out a bag and handed it to Andrew.
"Open it and take a look."
"What's this?"