The Granddaughter of Manhyang Escort Bureau Hides Her Magic - Chapter 69

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Chapter 69

The day after Shin Ah met with Hyeokho, the list of successful Manhyang Express porter applicants was posted on the streets.

“Mugyeol, let’s go see!”

Shin Ah grabbed Mugyeol and headed out to check the results.

“So Shin Ah, Mugyeol, Jin Juhwa……”

Shin Ah’s eyes busily rolled around searching for another name.

Finally, Shin Ah found the name.

“There it is, Uncle Chilseon passed too!”

Overcome with joy, Shin Ah hugged Mugyeol tightly.

After sharing life and death together for a month in the nest, the distance between the two children had grown much closer.

Shin Ah patted Mugyeol’s back vigorously. Mugyeol’s cheeks turned bright red as he froze in attention.

Only after a while did Mugyeol fidget and push Shin Ah away.

‘Is he uncomfortable?’

Realizing her mistake, Shin Ah let go of Mugyeol.

Mugyeol opened his mouth half a beat late.

“Th-there’s a dot next to Miss’s name. What does it mean?”

Mugyeol was concerned about the dot that was only marked next to Shin Ah’s name.

“Oh, that? That means I became an apprentice escort warrior. So Mugyeol, we’re going to be quite busy from now on. Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

Because all my time belongs to Miss anyway.

Mugyeol answered inwardly.

However, there was one thing that bothered him.

It was Ok Chifung, who had recently increased the training intensity and extended the time.

Mugyeol began cultivation as soon as he opened his eyes.

He woke up before dawn and climbed up and down the cliff with heavy sand bags attached to both hands and feet, plus cargo weighing down his shoulders.

The cliff wasn’t easy to climb even with a bare body, so it couldn’t be easy to climb while carrying all that load.

So on the first day, he couldn’t even climb four jang before sliding back down.

But the more he repeated the training, the more results he saw.

This morning, he climbed as much as ten jang up the cliff.

His stamina improved, and the frequency of sudden fevers that had been rising since eating the Ten Thousand Year Ultimate Blood Treasure also drastically decreased.

It was proof that Mugyeol’s body was accepting the remaining energy of the Ten Thousand Year Ultimate Blood Treasure that it hadn’t fully absorbed yet.

“But Mugyeol.”

Shin Ah, who had been walking alongside Mugyeol back to Biwongak, stopped.

“Yes, Miss?”

“Did you grow taller?”

Until recently, Shin Ah had been looking down at Mugyeol. But at some point their eye level became the same, and now she had to look up.

Come to think of it, Shin Ah’s long eyelashes fluttering came clearly into Mugyeol’s view.

Those eyelashes were so long and full that just watching them made his chest feel ticklish.

“Ah… yes.”

Mugyeol scratched his heated ears vigorously.

The fever rose again. He had just thought the training was effective, but it seemed still insufficient.

Mugyeol stared at Shin Ah intently, then quickly looked away.

He thought it would be rude for a subordinate to look down at her.

“Should I stop growing?”

“Puhaha.”

Shin Ah burst into laughter.

If one could control their height at will, there wouldn’t be anyone in the world worrying about their stature.

‘Male mages under 5 feet 6 inches blew up the Magic Tower research labs several times trying to develop height-increasing magic.’

They probably blew it up hundreds of times. But the research failed.

They could temporarily appear taller, but permanent growth was impossible.

Shin Ah found it cute that Mugyeol spoke as if he could do at will what even advanced magic couldn’t solve.

‘Our Mugyeol is so pure.’

It would be nice if he could maintain this purity to the end, but how did he end up falling into the Demon Cult?

When memories of Mugyeol’s past as So Cheonma came to mind, Shin Ah’s mouth turned bitter.

“Grow big and strong.”

“Do you like me being tall?”

Mugyeol’s eyes sparkled for a moment.

“Of course! To be a porter, you need to be tall and strong.”

Shin Ah laughed heartily. Her smile shone like the sun and her laughter was as beautiful as an oriole’s song.

Mugyeol lowered his head. His cheeks burned again.

“Yes, I will.”

‘I’ll eat a lot and grow quickly so I can carry all of Miss’s cargo myself.’

Shin Ah patted the back of the flushed Mugyeol.

“Now, shall we get to work in earnest? Let’s go recruit porters!”

Shin Ah threw open the escort agency doors wide.

* * *

Chang’an was bustling even without special events. That was because people and goods flowed into this center of Seomsu.

Shin Ah and Mugyeol moved diligently, weaving through the crowds.

The merchants’ calls, music echoing from the juru, and the shouts of people pushing this way and that mixed together noisily, making their ears ache.

In the midst of it all, merchants got into fights and grabbed each other by the collar, and courtesans from the juru pulled each other’s hair fighting over one wealthy man.

‘Nothing has changed here.’

Shin Ah was moved by the scene that wasn’t much different from what she had seen in her previous life.

Shin Ah quickly wiped under her stinging eyes and headed toward her destination. Not giving even a glance to the strange sights, she seemed like an old person who had experienced everything in the world.

On the other hand, Mugyeol, for whom seeing the outside world was practically a first, constantly looked around without rest.

“Whoa.”

When he almost tripped because of this, Shin Ah caught him.

“Be careful. And hold my hand. If you get lost here, it’ll be big trouble.”

Seeing a child scolding another child, a taffy merchant burst into loud laughter.

“How cute they are playing.”

Shin Ah and Mugyeol walked pretending not to hear. Mugyeol followed closely, gripping Shin Ah’s collar tightly. He couldn’t bring himself to hold Shin Ah’s white, delicate hand.

By the way, how far was Miss going?

It was nice that there were many interesting and fun things, but seeing Shin Ah getting bumped by adults’ hands and waists made Mugyeol anxious.

“Miss, is it still far?”

Mugyeol asked.

“No, we’re almost there. We’re going there.”

Shin Ah pointed to the building in front.

Mugyeol’s mouth fell open.

* * *

Seomun Inn.

Located near Chang’an’s west gate, Seomun Inn overwhelmed visitors with its magnificent building, unlike its ordinary name.

The three-story pavilion topped with jade-colored roof tiles and twelve red pillars made of rosewood were Seomun Inn’s pride.

The bustling first floor, which also served as a restaurant, was large enough to accommodate 200 people at once, and the second and third floors had more than 20 independent rooms of different sizes each.

With its large scale, good facilities, and delicious food, when people usually said ‘Let’s meet in Chang’an,’ everyone thought of Seomun Inn. It was that representative a place of Chang’an.

Therefore, there were many people coming and going, and much information floating around.

As Shin Ah entered the inn, Jeomso-i came running out.

“Welcome… Huh? Are your parents coming later?”

“It’s just the two of us.”

Jeomso-i looked troubled and hardened his expression.

“Kid, this isn’t a place for children to play. If you want to play, go over there to the empty lot behind the marketplace.”

Jeomso-i waved his hands dismissively, looking annoyed.

Shin Ah sighed, ignored Jeomso-i, and took a seat at a table.

“Kid, this is for adults…”

“One hologye, two saojeu noodles.”

As soon as she sat down, Shin Ah ordered food and threw silver coins toward Jeomso-i.

“Huh, what?”

Jeomso-i’s eyes widened as he caught the silver coins reflexively. It was far more than enough to pay for the food.

The method to instantly suppress someone’s disrespect was truly simple.

Show an overwhelming difference in what the other person values most.

“Keep the rest for yourself, mister.”

Her clothes looked expensive, so could she be from a noble family?

Jeomso-i quickly changed his attitude.

In his three years as Jeomso-i, his standard for evaluating customers was just one thing.

Their financial situation.

Shin Ah had seen through this point.

“Is there anything else you need, customer?”

“Two glasses of cold water. As you can see, I can’t drink alcohol.”

“I’ll bring them right away.”

Jeomso-i quickly brought out the food.

The hologye, made by crisply frying tender chicken, gave off a savory oil aroma. Entranced by the oil’s scent, Mugyeol stared at the chicken lying elegantly on the plate without even blinking.

Shin Ah chuckled and used her chopsticks to tear off a drumstick and place it in front of Mugyeol.

Mugyeol snapped to attention and waved his hands.

“Please eat first, Miss.”

“I’ll eat too.”

Shin Ah tore off the remaining drumstick for herself.

The two ate quietly but quickly.

Mugyeol’s cheeks puffed up as he quietly and neatly swallowed his food.

It was the best food Mugyeol had ever eaten. It tasted even better because Shin Ah had torn it off for him.

After eating for a while, Mugyeol put down his chopsticks.

He felt embarrassed for being so absorbed in the food without thinking.

‘Miss probably didn’t come to the inn just to eat food.’

She had definitely said they should work together.

“Um, Miss.”

Just as Mugyeol was about to speak, familiar figures appeared at the inn.

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