Seventy-seven. Once again

"He seems to have recovered quite quickly, now acting as if nothing had happened."

Anna, counting crisp shillings, drifted from behind to his side.

The total fee for the commission was 350 shillings, including the cost of the broth and compensation for the mirror. Since Senge had claimed to be a writer, Lu Li's asking price... was a bit higher.

Now it seemed that it was still too less.

Lu Li did not reply to Anna, but simply glanced at her in silence.

Anna, very familiar with Lu Li's personality, realized she had spoken amiss, and without changing her expression, secretly pondered what was wrong.

Thinking hard, suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind.

"The Senge we saw was a fake Senge!"

Anna exclaimed, her earlier jubilant mood from her power increase completely vanishing, sending a chill down her spine.