"Five people, five questions."
The Booksmith looked at the people who were thinking, and he stretched out his hand, immediately growing five fingers from his round palm.
"Five people?" Yu Liang turned around and looked, his gaze resting on four people.
Adventurer, Xu Cixi, Ze, Perfumer—and himself. It seemed that only these purely "human" were the people the Booksmith referred to, the ones who could raise questions.
"Five people? We clearly have more than a dozen people here." The Adventurer immediately pointed out there were more than five people here, vaguely guessing why, but he still wanted to raise the question.
What if he could convince the Booksmith?
A few extra words could earn him ten extra questions, why not ask?
"No, those few are him, and these few are not themselves," the Booksmith pointed at the crowd, uttering a seemingly nonsensical statement.
Yu Liang followed his finger and realized what the Booksmith meant.
