Fake Concubine 117

Judging ​by ​the ​position ​of the sun, ​it ​seemed ​to ​be ​nearing the hour of ​the ​Sheep. Hae-min entered ​Mulsoe-gol right on ​time.

The ​sharp, ​clanging ​sound ​of ​metal echoed from ​various ​parts ​of the village. ​Blacksmiths were hammering cast ​iron. The ​intermittent sound ​of bellows ​blowing air ​was ​mixed ​in as well.

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