"Lord Chen, why haven't I seen you catching any illegal entrants these past few days?"
Chen Miao had just reached a stall when he heard someone call out to him.
He turned to look and smiled.
"What, you want to help?"
Over his time on patrol, Chen Miao had gradually become familiar to the stallholders who frequented Gui District.
The man before him was none other than the stallholder Chen Miao had used to disguise his actions during his two previous arrests of illegal entrants in Gui District.
Chen Miao didn't know his real name, but he did have a nickname: the Mysterious Merchant.
Yes, he called himself the Mysterious Merchant.
That was because he sold different things every time he came to the Ghost Market, leaving everything to chance and fate.
Chen Miao had actually spotted some decent things at his stall on several occasions.
But Chen Miao had the Notebook himself, so he didn't need them.
Of course, the main reason was that he didn't have much silver and couldn't afford them.
When he returned from Wanning Town last time, he had casually taken the top banknote from the stack in Fu Yun's hand.
He had assumed every note in that stack would be worth at least a hundred taels. Who knew the top one would only be worth ten!
He no longer needed to exchange yin virtue for silver through the Notebook to cover food and drink, but he certainly didn't have enough silver to buy anything else.
"Help! Of course I'll help!"
The masked Mysterious Merchant leaned close to Chen Miao and whispered, "Lord Chen, just tell me quietly which one it is. I'll move over without drawing attention and set up my stall beside him!"
"Then you can come straight over, Lord Chen, and we'll