A solitary lamp burned in the shop, where a middle-aged man with a turban was busy keeping accounts. Two candles, one red and one white, were placed on the table before him.
This was the rule of the Hidden Pavilion.
The red candle for accepting jobs, the white candle for buying lives.
He heard a series of knocks, two long and three short, signaling neither an assassin taking a job nor a client buying a life.
So he opened the ventilated skylight, letting out a few points of light:
"Three hundred taels of gold, friend, you're asking for too much."
Even the wealthy families of Yihai Prefecture only used snowflake silver.
Gold? It wasn't even a currency used in regular markets.
Only Daoist Officials liked using it for alchemy.
"We've heard rumors, this person is worth a bounty of a thousand taels, making his life so precious, of course, there's a multitude willing to buy related information."
