"Help me prepare something to eat and bring it up to me later," Uchiha Madara said.
After hearing Uchiha Madara's words, the innkeeper hurried to the back to prepare some food.
Watching the innkeeper's anxious retreating figure, Uchiha Madara shook his head helplessly. He had not expected that merely taking out a magic wand would make these people respect him so much.
So Uchiha Madara put away the magic wand in his hand, intending to take it out again tomorrow after he had rested and entered the Royal City.
Uchiha Madara thought that if this city's lord saw the magic wand in his hand, he would surely make things easier for him as well.
Uchiha Madara secretly rejoiced. This truly was a useful thing.
Arriving at the door of the room belonging to that so-called charlatan, Uchiha Madara knocked.
Someone opened the door. Looking at the person before him, Uchiha Madara found that he did not resemble a swindling charlatan in the slightest.
The young man before him had clean, refined features. Despite his young age, he somehow gave off the air of an immortal sage. He was probably no ordinary person.
"May I ask what you need?" the young man asked Uchiha Madara.
"A fellow practitioner," Uchiha Madara said with a smile. "So I wanted to ask you about a few things."
The young man nodded and invited Uchiha Madara inside.
"I heard that you've already been to the Royal City, is that right?" Uchiha Madara asked the young man.
"That's right," the young man said. "This matter is a little harder to deal with than I imagined, but it's not without a solution."
"Right." Uchiha Madara thought about it. It was somewhat impolite to question someone before even introducing himself.
"My name is Uchiha Madara," Uchiha Madara said.