"I wonder what you wished to discuss with me, my lord?" The Storyteller stopped and asked sideways.
Rota could clearly sense the faint panic in the Storyteller's eyes. His darting gaze perfectly betrayed his current state of mind.
"You seem a little unwell. Do you need me to take you to see a doctor?" Rota leisurely folded his arms before his chest and studied the Storyteller with interest.
"Thank you for your concern, sir. This humble one is quite all right. A little rest will do. If you have no other business, then this humble one shall take his leave..."
"Stop! Did I permit you to leave?"
The Storyteller was completely stunned by Rota's words. Though he desperately wanted to move, a premonition within him constantly warned him, suppressing any thought of resisting Rota.
Ignoring the sweating Storyteller, Rota quietly walked to his side and said slowly, "Do you know? The war between Demi-humans and humans ended centuries ago. Bringing it up excessively nowadays is hardly something pleasant. Besides, I don't recall Storytellers being in the business of stirring up conflict."
"You must... be overthinking it. I was merely telling stories, bringing joy to those children." The Storyteller stubbornly continued struggling, attempting to defend himself.
"Let's assume you're right. But was the story you told about the God of Thunder, Sikong Zhen, actually accurate?"
Rota's question stumped the Storyteller. It was true that he had embellished Sikong Zhen's past exploits, but he had stayed in Chang'an City for quite some time and fooled plenty of people. No one had ever pointed out any flaws. How had this vaguely familiar man before him noticed?
By coincidence, Rota stood directly in line with the statue in the center of the square. The Storyteller looked at the statue behind Rota, then at Rota