I Don't Know the Original, I'm Too Busy Trying to Make a Living

Chapter 197

‘What could he possibly be writing so diligently?’@@@@

This was Sir Ralph’s first thought.

Jack was the self-proclaimed sly king of the underworld, someone infamous for his craftiness and shamelessness. Seeing him so focused on anything was a rare sight.

His second question revolved around the identity of the man napping on Penelope’s shoulder.

“If the lord summons me, I must come immediately. However, this area is far more dangerous than it appears. Did you not bring a knight to escort you?”

“I ended up here by chance. By the way, I heard you’re somewhat acquainted with Jack.”

“...Well, I do know him,” Ralph replied hesitantly.

It wasn’t a lie—he’d exchanged a word or two in passing. Still, calling that familiarity felt like a stretch.

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