The Rake Young Master

“Hmm… Which way must I go to reach Dumak-gol?” It happened just as I was standing up to see if there were any medicinal herbs nearby. Suddenly, following a fake cough, a deep man's voice sounded from behind me, prompting me to turn my head. Even at a glance, it was obvious he was a young master from some wealthy family. Not only was he tall with broad shoulders, but his elegant features were dazzling to the point of being blinding. He was on an entirely different level from the mere muscle-bound men I occasionally saw in the marketplace. “If it's Dumak-gol… you just need to go down that way…” After staring blankly for a moment, I snapped back to my senses and raised one hand to point tow...