The pattern on the wax seal of the letter was a kite-shaped shield adorned with silk and tassels.
"Is it the Hai'an family's emblem?"
Xia Nan speculated in his heart.
Just as he was about to open the envelope, a sudden noise erupted in the tavern hall beside him.
He frowned and looked over.
Two familiar figures came into view.
"Bernie?"
This drunkard, who almost forced him to draw his sword when he first returned to the town, later identified himself through the tavern owner and patrons.
Recently, it seemed he no longer had money for drinks and was out on missions with his team, nowhere to be seen. Xia Nan couldn't be bothered to look for trouble with him.
Yet now, he was causing another scene.
The subject of his dispute, the honest-looking, plainly dressed middle-aged man, also looked familiar to him.
"It seems like I had a brief encounter with him the day I went to the Blacksmith Shop to order a sword sheath."
Xia Nan pondered internally.
