He Ao glanced at the bottom of the girl's flower basket, beneath the crowded roses there was the smooth base of the basket.
This meant that the flyer he had been given was the only one the girl had; handing out flyers was not her main job.
He Ao briefly used his Super Memory to scan the flower-selling girl.
Her soul was weak, that of an ordinary person, and moreover, one with less than average intuition, she likely couldn't see the strangeness of this flyer.
He Ao crouched down, took the flyer, and handed out a skewer of the roast meat he had just bought to the little girl, asking softly in not-so-fluent Rodan, "Was it someone who asked you to give this flyer to me?"
The skewer had cooled down a bit, but that could not hide its alluring aroma.
