He rummaged through his sleeve as he spoke.
“Anyway, leaving aside travel speed, shouldn’t a healthy person stay behind to care for the injured? That would require more manpower.”
“When did the attack happen? When, exactly?”
At Jin Cheon-hee’s question, Family Head Eon scratched his head.
“That’s why I wanted to show you… Ah, here it is!”
As he spoke, he pulled a yellowed ledger from his sleeve. The ledger contained— Who had donated the corpse, and where their ancestral grave was. Where their family lived.
The exact time of death and how they had died were also recorded in detail.
“Wow, this…”
“If you look for the words ‘instant death,’ that will tell you when the attack happened.”
How convenient.
Jin Cheon-hee wondered if this was really all right, but for a strategist, there could be no better answer sheet. Because of the way Jianghu operated, people rarely gave an exact time for something, such as saying it happened at a certain hour.
‘Usually, it was around morning, noon, or evening.’
Jin Cheon-hee only had to think back to when he was young. Back then, appointments were made more loosely than they were now.