Molin wiped the curved saber until it gleamed like snow, then slipped it gently into its scabbard, making almost no sound.
City Governor Mo Chu sat off to one side, watching and letting out a string of meaningless grunts. Ever since he had been forced to return to Jade City, he had been pretending to be senile. Now he seemed to have become a little addled for real, but whenever he spoke, his thoughts were still clear.
"Silver Eagle, do you really believe Moonlight Hall was behind the Old Khan King's death?"
In the hearts of the Northerners, Molin would always be the Old Khan King's wing guard, Silver Eagle. No one called him by his real name.
Molin turned to glance at Mo Chu. "I'm certain of it."
"Heh." Even Mo Chu's laugh sounded like the pained wheeze of an old man. "If that's true, then every Northerner shares this hatred. Why carry it on your shoulders alone?"
"Because all the other Northerners are busy." Molin found it a little strange. He and Mo Chu were only passing acquaintances, yet Mo Chu was acting like a dear friend of many years.
"Busy choosing a new Khan King. You're right about that, but once the throne is secure, the Northerners will find a few enemies to make, even if they have none. And this concerns the Old Khan King's assassination, after all. So there's no need to rush. It's only Moonlight Hall..."
"Everyone has something they must do. My duty is to avenge the Old Khan King. Even if I die, Moonlight Hall will know that their crimes have not gone unanswered."
Mo Chu let out a long sigh. "Silver Eagle, can you believe it? The Northern Court declined overnight. We still have herds of cattle and sheep, and our