Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 1076 - 1072: You’re a Fool If You Don’t Make Money (2 Updates)
Whoever looks, would just think that Yun Ran is merely a passerby.
When Yun Ran turned onto another street, the bustling scene was completely different.
It seems that what happened in the Zhou Family alley truly left a lingering fear in many people’s hearts.
Yun Ran still found a tavern that appeared to be fairly lively.
On her body, there was an Ignore Talisman, making people notice her but not take her too seriously.
No choice, as her face in this era where everyone is barefaced had a bit of a lethal charm.
As she stepped into the tavern, a waiter immediately came to greet her.
To Yun Ran’s surprise, this tavern actually had a storyteller.
"Miss, what would you like to eat? Our specialty dishes here are quite famous..."
After Yun Ran ordered a few specialty dishes, she took out a stack of money.
The waiter looked at Yun Ran with understanding.
"Miss, if there’s anything, just let me know~"
"I just arrived here and will be staying for some time. I’m quite interested in some past events here.
I wonder if you could ask the storyteller to talk about some famous people and events from the past."
As she spoke, Yun Ran pushed another stack of money over.
From the thickness alone, one could tell it wasn’t a small amount.
"If the storyteller is willing, this is his tea money."
The waiter, having worked here for many years, had never encountered someone so generous. The tip was enough for a year’s salary.
He was naturally more than willing to help Yun Ran.
Believing that the old man who made a living from spinning stories for tea money would also be willing.
"Alright, I’ll go tell him right away, please wait a moment~"
As the waiter turned, he suddenly found himself forgetting Yun Ran’s appearance, and surprisingly, it didn’t arouse any suspicion.
As if this was the way things were supposed to happen.
The storyteller, seeing the tea money brought by the waiter, agreed without any hesitation.
Not making money, that would be foolish.
If it were about other topics, he might be out of his element.
But when it came to the famous people and events of Lotus City, he could talk for three days and nights without repeating himself.
A loud "clap" sounded.
The storyteller’s booming voice immediately arose.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today I’ll talk about the origins of our Lotus City and some illustrious figures and events within it. Do you know why this place is called Lotus City?"
The storyteller knew how to engage his audience with just a simple opening line, capturing the attention of many right away.
Granted, this was also because, in the current stage of this world, recreational activities were considerably scarce.
If this were the previous era of information explosion, this bit of gimmick and flair wouldn’t stand much competition.
Soon after the storyteller’s words fell, someone chimed in.
"Oh, why is that, quickly tell us!"
"If you tell it well, today’s tea money is on me!"
"Wow, a new twist today, I genuinely didn’t know why it’s called Lotus City!"
...
Everyone engaged back and forth, quickly stirring up the atmosphere.
Many were genuinely curious.
The diners in the tavern, though mostly locals, not everyone had the means to know what happened in the past.
The storyteller was just there to do his job, and even if others weren’t interested, it didn’t matter, as he had already made a decent amount.
To his surprise, the topic turned out quite popular.
The storyteller became excited, as if he saw numerous tea coins flying towards him.
Such a lively scene hadn’t happened since his master’s time.
Back then, a young version of him watched his infinitely brilliant master and decided he would learn the art of storytelling.
Unfortunately, both his skill and luck seemed just a bit lacking.
Forget about grand scenes, even getting by was merely sufficient.
The storyteller, who initially planned just to take the money and perform his duty perfunctorily, decided right there to give it his all, aiming to tell these stories well and attract more listeners.
"As everyone knows, Dark Masters hold the highest status. A few hundred years ago, our place wasn’t even called Lotus City..."
As the storyteller got into the swing of things, most of the dining patrons became so enraptured they forgot to eat.
Each one was engrossed, not even noticing their dishes growing cold on the table.
Yun Ran quickly gleaned some of the information she wished to know.
She thought, many things not known on the surface, these streetwise wanderers could indeed pass on some snippets.
As for the truthfulness, it could only be judged by oneself.
After all, ’small workshops’ always had quite a strong use of materials.
What surprised Yun Ran was that this Lotus City was named after a female Dark Master named Lotus.
To be so remembered meant she indeed made a significant contribution.
Rumor had it that a few hundred years ago, this place before Lotus City was poor and underdeveloped.
The people here, when sick, could only endure; if they made it through, they lived, if not, they died.
Later, amidst a natural calamity, people’s lives were disastrous and casualties severe.
Almost to the brink of obliteration, the Dark Master named Lotus appeared.
She not only found the root cause of the disaster but saved the remaining survivors and helped them rebuild their home.
To ensure the people here could live in peace and work happily, Lotus went so far as to refine the local mountain spirits, turning them into Lotus City’s Guardian Beasts.
In the end, Lotus exhausted all her Essence Blood and died.
Those who lived, to remember the Dark Master’s contributions, specifically used her name for their new home, hoping future generations would remember her kindness.
With a few hundred years of development, Lotus City grew increasingly prosperous, expanding its original land many times over.
Turning that small, impoverished place into the size it is today.
As everyone was stirred with enthusiasm, filled with endless admiration for the Dark Master named Lotus.
Yun Ran had already finished her meal and quietly left the tavern.
The Little Paperman, who had been engrossed, now felt slightly embarrassed upon leaving.
Really unexpected, after experiencing the bombardment of short videos, it still could be so easily captivated.
"Master, what do you think, how much of the storyteller’s tale do you find believable?"
"At most, one part."
The part about the Dark Master named Lotus and her refining the Mountain Spirits might be true.
But other things like selflessness and all were absolutely exaggerated tales!
