C28 This Is My Capital
Zuo Mao waited patiently. He was thinking about what to say later.
He needed to organize his words.
About ten minutes later, a black-robed man walked into the small courtyard. It was exactly the same as the one he saw at the auction a few days ago.
The black-robed man sat on a bamboo chair, as if he was waiting for Zuo Mao to speak.
"Lord Ta?" Zuo Mao asked softly.
"Show me your natal seal
