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The assassin quickly turned around, and the tavern owner's honest, round face, adorned with a smile, appeared before him.
"Sir, it's a small business…"
"I…"
Hearing the tavern owner's words, the assassin almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
"What does that have to do with me! I didn't break that bench." The assassin waved his arms, trying to break free from the tavern owner's grip.
However, at that moment, the tavern owner's control was on par with that of the guards; how could a mere assassin possibly escape?
"If you hadn't been in the way, the bench wouldn't have broken!" The tavern owner still wore a naive smile.
"You're just trying to scam me! Why don't you go after him?" The assassin angrily pointed at Darknorth Fisher.
"Because he is a friend of the city lord
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