"Bro."
"Don't panic. I'm not a murderer, and I'm not a bandit either."
Jiang Qiao said amiably.
"Uh—"
"Ah, yes, yes..."
When the shopkeeper heard this, he froze for a moment before hurriedly nodding repeatedly.
"Of course not."
"You look like a good fellow to me. You must be a good person."
"How could you possibly be a bandit?"
There was no way I could tell this Mysterious Youth that I hadn't suspected him of being a bandit. I'd only guessed that he might be crazy, right?
He didn't dare say that out loud.
He might get himself killed!
"That's good."
"I was worried you might misunderstand me."
Jiang Qiao smiled.
Trust between people was sometimes this simple. Since he had given the man money, the man naturally wouldn't suspect him of being a bandit. Besides, the goods he was transporting didn't look valuable. They probably weren't even worth as much as that gold bar.
What would I rob him for?
Still, he kindly reminded him, "You can't judge people solely by their appearance. We still have to pay attention to what's inside. I may be handsome and likely to inspire goodwill, but you can know a person's face without knowing their heart. For all you know, I could be a disguised bandit."
"Even though I've paid you."
"It could still be bait. If I rob you, wouldn't I get the money back?"
He was quite familiar with fishing.
As a qualified angler, what hadn't he managed to fish up besides fish?
"Brother, you're quite humorous."
"Heh heh."
"Heh heh."
The shopkeeper gave an awkward smile, somewhat unsure how to respond.
Fortunately.
Jiang Qiao changed the subject.
Curious, he asked, "Bro, I'm from out of town. Tell me about the situation in this prefectural city, will you? How many people