Ask this penguin to make a move?
Bai Zhou paused, studying it without giving anything away.
Though he could not gauge its true depth, this Fat Penguin was unquestionably monstrously powerful.
There was a considerable chance that it was an existence comparable to the legendary Level 6 Sealed Extraordinary.
Bai Zhou found it difficult to imagine that someone like this would bend for "money."
...Cautious as he was, he always felt there was another trap waiting behind this.
So he tugged his cloak tighter and asked in a low voice, "If I were to hire you... how much Ash would it cost?"
"My rates aren't cheap, you know." Big Penguin swayed from side to side.
"I'm prepared for that." Bai Zhou nodded.
At that, it looked Bai Zhou up and down. On that doll-like painted face, forever fixed and unchanging, there seemed to be a faint, illusory hint of a smile.
"Then that will be ten thousand Ash, and..."
Beneath his cloak, Bai Zhou raised a knowing brow. Just as I thought.
But he said nothing, merely watching the other party with cold eyes.
He wanted to hear what other ivory that flat beak could spit out.
Under Bai Zhou's gaze, the penguin eagerly rubbed its flippers together.
"And—your smile."
Bai Zhou froze. "My smile?"
No matter what, he had not expected that answer to come from the penguin's mouth.
The penguin nodded repeatedly, its gaze fervent.
"I want your smiles for the next year."
"In return, I will protect you from all danger during your time in the Ghost Market. No matter who comes, no one will be able to lay a finger on you—no one!"
"Why would you want that?" Bai Zhou asked, puzzled.
"As it happens, I know a little about tarot."
The penguin spoke while bobbing