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One thing is certain, these nobles know that a fifteen-year-old boy cannot produce such a large amount of Elf Coins unless he has someone backing him. Whether his family is hidden from the public, or he has a mysterious respected expert, nobody knows, but everyone present has a vivid imagination, coming up with one theory after another.
Though Yan Xiaobao mingled and chatted with all the guests, his mind was constantly troubled by the information he received from the bearded man. His eyes were vigilant, constantly searching in different crowds for the assassin, hoping to find him and perhaps learn something useful.
Most of the night passed without finding a trace of the man, as if he had vanished, and when Yan Xiaobao decided to give up outside, he abandoned the search. Having spent time chatting with the nobles of Liluo City, he needed fresh air and a breather.
