Rayven's eyes widened in surprise.
Ten gold coins? That was practically a fortune compared to the usual scraps he earned from rat hunts and herb gathering.
For a training request, the pay was absurdly generous.
There must be a catch…
"Who's this young master?" Rayven asked, still doubtful that someone would casually throw around that much money.
Stella smiled and explained softly as though the details were something precious.
"His name is Gwan Seoryun... Ahh… It should be Seoryun Gwan here. He's seventeen years old, already a second-rate swordsman of the Gwan Sword Clan. You may have heard of them… They're one of the most prominent sword clans in the eastern region, and they started spreading their influence here in the west... While not as famous as the old great clans, their bloodline has produced countless warriors."
'No… I have no idea about the warrior clans at all.' Rayven thought. This was the first time he had heard of this name.
