Motan casually pulled out two gold coins and gave them to the joyfully fluttering girl, then turned to Jun Wu and shook his money bag: "How many can I get for these?"
"Story for story." The refined half-elf shrugged his shoulders: "That's the rule, I can't change it~"
Motan rose, casually plucking two notes, and laughed: "That's easy, I've been collecting a lot of stories lately."
But the young innkeeper shook his head: "I basically know all the interesting tales around here. They won't get you anything. However, if you can give me an outstanding adapted song, we might have something to talk about. Of course, everyone present must think it's good."
"Everyone?"
"Me, Wei Yang, and the guests in the inn right now." Jun Wu gently tapped on the book of "Deaf Pig Z" in his hand and laughed: "Even if it's a story everyone is already familiar with, as long as your bard song can amaze everyone here, it's valuable~ And I will naturally reward you with something equally valuable."
