“Huh?! A wandering merchant!”
“A cat-person, a wandering merchant?!”
“Let’s see what he’s selling.”
Drawn by curiosity, the hunters ambled over to Lee Do-yoon.
“Huh? Bang-ul tomatoes?”
They stared, disappointed, at the small mound of cherry tomatoes glistening on Lee Do-yoon’s mat. From a wandering merchant, they’d expected rare weapons or mysterious potions, not something as mundane as cherry tomatoes—a fruit they could easily find growing
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