"It wasn't that miraculous," Uchiha Madara said speechlessly when he saw the owner. "You've been in my room this whole time, unwilling to leave. It'd be strange if you didn't have something to ask."
"But if I couldn't even tell something like this, I'd probably be an idiot," Uchiha Madara said.
"You're a man of great wisdom. Someone like me is the real idiot," the owner said to Uchiha Madara.
"If you have something to ask, just ask," Uchiha Madara said.
Uchiha Madara was a little speechless. He had only just sent Qiying Fofeng away, yet now the owner of this little tavern had come looking for him too.
Besides, he didn't know anything or understand anything. He was a complete outsider to this line of work.
"I'd like to ask you, Master, to tell my fortune," the owner said, looking at Uchiha Madara somewhat sheepishly.
Seeing the owner's awkward, bashful manner, Uchiha Madara thought it over. In this restaurant, he had only ever seen the owner himself. Forget a waiter—even the owner's wife was nowhere to be seen.
Combined with the owner's current expression, Uchiha Madara could more or less guess what he wanted calculated.
"I know what you want to ask," Uchiha Madara said helplessly to the owner. "I'm not a street performer, nor am I a fortune-teller on the street."
"I don't know anything at all about romantic fate," Uchiha Madara said.
Uchiha Madara thought that once the owner heard those words, he would surely be disappointed. Then he would leave, and Uchiha Madara could finally get some proper rest.
"Master! A true master indeed!" Uchiha Madara had not expected the owner to look at him with such admiration.
"I hadn't said anything at all. I only said two inconsequential things after entering your room, yet you