Chapter 64
Guan Guo tried to kill Mr. Zhao, who had begged him to save his life by flattering the powers that be. What a way to die.
If I continue to live like this, I will kill Mr. Zhao and die myself.
That’s how I felt.
He followed Mr. Zhao with a silent heart. When the archer left Mr. Zhao to his own devices, Guan Guo tightened his grip on the hoe.
Jab, jab, jab.
“I’m sorry. Guan Shuang.”
As he approached, Mr. Zhao’s power-hungry expression turned somber.
“But if you don’t do this, you’re going to die.”
What does that mean? I was about to shout at him to cut the crap, that it was just an excuse he was making to avoid being killed by his own hand.
But.
“…… Do you know why they’re treating us Simmani so badly?”
“Shut up.”
“It’s because of the bamboo shoots. Panax ginseng.”
It’s the bamboo shoots.
It was one of the legends of the Simmani and the herbalists. It was said to be the only elixir given by the god of the North Sea.
It was said that if you could find it, you could live the most luxurious life in the North Sea.
“…… Cut the crap. Ten thousand years old ginseng? Who believes in that?”
“It’s true. Really.”
Guan Guo grimaced and tried to hit Mr. Zhao with the hoe. As Guan Guo leaned in closer, breathing heavily, Mr. Zhao spoke with a calm face.
“I got you.”
He flinched and stopped moving. “You’ve found it?
An earthquake erupted in Guanxi’s pupils. He had found the bamboo ginseng.
“……What the hell.”
