"Here, eighteen pieces of Fortune Gold."
"Got it. Name your price."
"A bottle of wine will do. It's not like I have any use for it."
Ye Fan waved generously, though his expression was odd, as if he wanted to say something but held back.
"I won't stand on ceremony this time, but if we're doing business long-term, I'll have to pay you something." Su Lin took Ye Fan's six-month supply of Fortune Gold and slipped it into a small linen pouch.
Li Huowang saw Su Lin approaching. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he instinctively took a step back.
"Huowang, everything's fine on your end. My world's Heavenly Dao had a little misunderstanding earlier." Su Lin gave him an apologetic smile.
"Don't blame it. Blame me. Come to think of it, I nearly dragged all of you into a free-for-all by accident and even caused a bug over at the Root. Sorry, hahaha."
Shirou Emiya, dressed in a chef's uniform, raised a white sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"You're awake? They're all yours. Come on, open wide~"
Su Lin suddenly looked up at the empty air beside him. Pinching a small black cube between two fingers, he held it out as though feeding someone and said gently, "It was meant for you anyway. Mm-hmm, you eat it yourself. I don't like this stuff."
He kept talking to himself, wearing the contented expression of an old father as he walked outside.
"Brother Su." The scene looked all too familiar to Li Huowang, and he interrupted. "Who are you talking to?"
The Fortune Gold in Su Lin's hand vanished without warning. "I know all these people. Go get some rest. Don't worry."
Li Huowang found the sight utterly absurd.
Su Lin sounded as though he was coaxing a child,