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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