"Then how can you escape that temporary situation?" the little beggar asked.
Milger answered simply and directly, "Easy. Marry someone rich."
At those words, understanding dawned on them. No wonder so many scholars, warriors, and women had come to the gathering today, performing far more charitable deeds than in the past. The escalating war had made their lives difficult, too, forcing them to take this gamble. Either they would gain nothing and lose a month or two of savings, or they would truly enter a noble clan and rise straight to prosperity, never having to worry about making a living again.
"How clever," they praised. Just as Milger was about to say more, Zeng Mu quietly appeared beside him.
He turned to look at Nameless, his brow tightening slightly, and asked softly in confusion, "What is it?"
Zeng Mu whispered in his ear, "The operation's been canceled."
Though he did not know why, the calm expression on the other man's face kept Milger from asking further. He merely nodded slowly, as though saying, "Yes, there's no hurry. We must make absolutely sure nothing goes wrong. Of course, in your case, I mean the trouble after the assassination."
The two joined the conversation with the beggars. Meanwhile, the noble clans' modest dinner gradually drew to a close.
The nobles rose from their seats, and their servants carried the leftovers from the tables to the beggars. What remained went to the stray cats and dogs, and anything left after that was thrown away.
The young ladies and gentlemen moved over to the already prepared Marriage Fate Platform. Some sat on round stools while others stood, each holding a little red booklet and looking around for their ideal partner.
Everyone crowded over, packing the area solid. Meanwhile, Zeng Mu and the others leaned