The portly chef never quite figured out the use of the information he sold, but the payment was generous enoug…
The portly chef never quite figured out the use of the information he sold, but the payment was generous enough.
Like the fatty meat hidden in the garden—who could have known it could conceal secret notes, aid in igniting phosphorous flames, and still be sold outside the manor?
You failed to complete the mission to assassinate Zhang Huaishen, did not obtain the antidote, and ultimately succumbed to the poison.