Surprising Discovery

In the morning, when a trade caravan made up of more than sixty wagons approached the south gate, Moxinke stepped out from a bar at the roadside. His eyes were red, and a whiff of an alcoholic smell wafted out from his body. He looked like he had stayed up the whole night.

"Lord Moxinke. You really are trustworthy." Justin peeped his head from one of the carriages and smiled flatteringly.

"Of course! Did you forget who I am!" Moxinke said arrogantly. He looked at the caravan and exclaimed, "So many wagons! Your caravan is quite sizable."

"Haha... In Ninth Town, maybe." Justin said smilingly. "But it is, at best, a second-rate trade caravan outside this town."