The Storyteller had revealed that while Lin Bai was looking for someone or some treasure, he had also been secretly watching the changes in Lin Bai's expression.
When he saw a sudden glimmer appear in Lin Bai's eyes, he knew he had guessed correctly.
"Wolf Marquis, did this old man guess right?" the Storyteller asked curiously.
"Let's say you guessed right." Lin Bai smiled. "Then may I ask if you have any way to solve this?"
The Storyteller spread his hands and said helplessly, "This old man is a storyteller, not a fortune-teller. Naturally, I can't help Wolf Marquis."
"However, since this old man has already guessed correctly, shouldn't Wolf Marquis sit down and listen to this old man tell a story?"
Lin Bai nodded. The bet just now had been... if the Storyteller guessed correctly, Lin Bai would sit down and listen to him tell a story.
Lin Bai said, "All right."
The Storyteller said, "This old man said before that he and Wolf Marquis are fated to meet, and he is telling stories for Wolf Marquis alone."
"Since this is a private story... then some matters should..."
When the Storyteller reached this point, he rubbed the thumb of his right hand against his index and middle fingers, eyeing Lin Bai with a sly look.
The gesture was clearly a demand for money.
"Hey, didn't you just say you didn't want money?" Qiao Mo furrowed her brows angrily.
The Storyteller defended himself, "Hey, how can you talk about money when it comes to matters concerning a scholar?"
Lin Bai smiled. "Then may I ask how much you want as your storytelling fee, Old Sir?"
The Storyteller grinned and held out three fingers toward Lin Bai. "Seeing as this old man and Wolf Marquis are so fated to meet, I'll