Being told the saga of the man who saved the village from the disastrous flood, everybody who heard the story wept, thinking about the man's great sacrifice. Just as the storyteller finished, he gave a turpitude grin. If he had not spun this story, he would not have been able to buy himself a meal later that day. He praised himself for being so capable. Just as he was about to get his ill-gotten gains from those who listened to his stories, the wise old sage of the village approached the crowd. All present at the area halted in their footsteps, gave a bow, still maintaining their demeanor, waited for his next action quietly. The storyteller froze in his steps. Never have he ever thought that the sage of the village would arrive. There was nowhere to run now.
Having been famously known for his intelligence and knowing the history of the village at his fingertips, the sage gains the respect of all in the village.
The first sentence from the sage gave a shock to everyone. Being there to redress what the storyteller had said, he flayed at the storyteller ruthlessly for deceiving the mass with his story.
There was no way he can hide himself from the glares of those who had just believed his pack of lies. Enraged by this matter, the crowd drove the storyteller out of the village, with the storyteller never to return again.
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