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... king anyway.

Ilyo, the maid following behind him, would tell him where to go.

Step, step.

As he walked, Jincheon’s thoughts returned to the number of escorts Ilyo had mentioned.

Seven hundred...

Just recalling the first digit was enough to make his head spin.

Of course, he couldn't set out without any escorts.

It was true that he needed people if he were going to search for the previous Palace Master.

But seven hundred fifty-nine? T ...

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