Chapter 0038: The Messenger's Farewell

My return was scheduled for the evening of the next day, because I was going to report to Mr. Di, and my foot injury was inconvenient to move, so I didn't need to drink alcohol. I was accompanied by a priest and five cave masters, ostensibly to see me off, but in fact to oversee my own entry into the tiger's mouth.

The suspension bridge on the edge of the deep stream was slowly lowered, and at the other end of the stream was where the white tiger lived.

The season has entered the early autumn, and the wind in the valley is slightly cool. I was still dressed in the clothes I had worn when I entered the valley, and I had only the amulet that Don Jr. had given me, and then two crutches that I needed to walk on.

One of them was a torch filled with oil, which could be lit for at least four or five hours, and the other was my last invention in the valley - a cane gun and ten rounds of ammunition, which I had painstakingly drawn in the valley and had been carefully crafted by Runger, and had been tested and worked so well that if the bullet did not jam, it might be useful to use it to deter the tigers.

Originally, I was going to bring the sword made by Longge with me, but the priest said that it was disrespectful to the Emperor and detained it, but he didn't know that the real disrespect was the strange two-pipe crutch in my hand.

As you might guess by now, my so-called snake bite was nothing more than a self-directed ploy, with bite marks and swollen calves camouflaged with pigskin and pottery paint, so that I could walk with crutches in a grand manner.

The moon rose from among the cols, not very round, but bright enough, and when I walked across the drawbridge, I looked back and suddenly saw the resentful eyes of Iga.

I clasped my hands together, silently prayed for Iga to be safe and healthy, arched my hands, turned around, and set out on my way back......