My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

"Huh? What's wrong? Isn't it the wrong time for me to call?" Galan's puzzled voice came from the other end.

Herobrine pretended to be calm and coughed lightly, then began to ask about his condition. "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing serious. I just wanted to report the situation to you. Little Naeus has been sorted out. Although there are some deviations, the Netherworld Star is stable."

"Yeah," Herobrine responded softly.

"And now I'm probably at the background of Fan Village, hehe~ I saw your third clone and one of your witches."

"Yeah." Herobrine nodded slightly, and then something seemed wrong... What clone? Never mind, just let it go.

"By the way, how are the Necromancer and 303? And my king, you wouldn't have secretly gathered the other people without telling me, right?"

"........."

Herobrine glanced at Null and the Angel of Death below and said nothing.

"Why don't you say anything? Have you really found them all?"

"......."

"… Is it Null and the Angel of Death?"

"Um"

"....... I...you...him? Me??" Galan almost couldn't breathe. Okay, okay, the lineup was maxed out in the early stage, right? They even brought in the Angel of Death... In the anime life, he is indeed Herobrine's subordinate.

So what about Paisas? You kidnapped his most loyal assistant and bodyguard in the early stage?

Broken and Trouble Village are here, so how far can War Song be? The key is who will take this position? Hello? !

"You...where did you get that from?" Galan felt like he was going to have a heart attack. Not to mention the twists in the plot that were bound to happen, the key was who was going to make up for it.

"It was an accidental encounter. Besides... the greater our advantage, the easier it will be to achieve our goal," Herobrine said truthfully. If they already had the power to crush everything in the early stages, then why should they wait?

Galan sighed and silently compromised. How much more chaotic can it get? There is no end to chaos, only more chaos.

"Okay~ My dear king, I am the only one who dotes on you like this~ Don't worry, if anything goes wrong, I will help you to smooth things over~" Galan showed helplessness, and then smiled and used flirting skills on the other party.

"Oh my god, he's really brave enough to say that," 303 complained silently. Galan really wasn't afraid that the king would get angry and hit him to the ground.

Null and the Angel of Death looked at each other. It seemed that this colleague of theirs, whom they had never met before, was quite bold.

The witch on Galan's side was stunned. This voice and tone were clearly Herobrine's. How did he do it? The key point was, was he teasing his master? How dare he? !

* Herobrine ignores your flirting

"How are you doing over there?"

"Ah? What's going on?"

"My king is asking how you are and is concerned about you." The undead held his forehead, shook his head silently, and felt speechless.

"What?! There's no reason for that! We are both subordinates, why are you and I treated differently!" The witch screamed, and even came behind Galan and screamed in his ear.

"He didn't even want to say goodbye to me!"

"Don't shout in my ear, I'm going deaf!" Galan covered his fragile ears. The guy's piercing voice seemed to be blowing his crown off.

"? What's going on with you?" Herobrine frowned slightly, his face gradually becoming gloomy. He obviously heard the witch's shouting, but how could there be a witch next to that guy?

"It's okay, my king. I'm fine. I just witnessed a not-so-wise battle." Galan pushed away the complaining witch who was hanging on him.

"My king! If I die, please remember to burn incense for me... and then cook me some delicious food... meat... and if possible, please bake me some cake!"

"Ah, what happened to you?" The dead spirit asked with some concern. This child was not very smart to begin with, and he only had some mediocre skills to protect himself. In front of a strong person... But his ability to escape was still okay.

"It's okay, I'm just making a will in advance." Galan said shockingly, planning to write a suicide note before he died.

The thoughts of the people left behind were a little confused.

"I won't talk to you anymore! I have more important things to do. Next time we talk, remember to think of me~"

After Galan left these words, the ball of light gradually dissipated.

"........."

Herobrine rubbed his brows helplessly, thought for a moment, and glanced at 303 next to him.

"303, go and act with Galan." After Herobrine said this, an obsidian portal suddenly appeared beside him.

"Yes." 303 stood up and walked towards the portal. Great, I don't have to work and can slack off. Who knows, I might even encounter "interesting things".

When he entered the portal, he was stunned. "Where...is this place?"

There seems to be something wrong with the portal of 303, and I don’t know where I was teleported to.

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"So what should we do next?" Galan poked the heartbroken little witch beside him.

When the witch heard him ask this, she suddenly remembered something very extraordinary.

That silly villager picked up Herobrine No. 3's items. It would be terrible if he discovered the power I possess!

Galan glanced at him and naturally knew what the guy was thinking, but it was getting dark now, and he couldn't look for anyone in the dark.

"You...you...what can you do?" The witch suddenly pointed at Galan beside her and asked him, so that she could assign a task to this guy.

“Eh…? A weak fighter, divination? Escape, teleportation?” Galan raised his eyebrows and began to think about what he could do.

"? What?!" The witch widened her eyes, unable to believe it. How could such a guy stay by his master's side?

"What..." Galan didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all, not to mention that he was just living a life of idleness and waiting to die in the Undead Legion.

"No, how did the master accept a fellow like you?"

"…Maybe because I can tell fortunes? And maybe I have some feelings for you? You don't want to kick me out?"

"........."

The witch said he couldn't accept this.

"Don't worry, I'm very self-aware. Anyway, it's getting late now, why don't you go to bed early?"

"…….Are you here for a mission or for vacation?"

"Well, but I don't have a mission. My mission is to protect my own life."

“…Besides that, do you know anything else?” The witch rolled her eyes at the guy and didn’t want to talk to him at all.

"I know everything. Which one are you asking about?" Galan curled the hair by her ear and asked him nonchalantly.

"Tell me where is that villager?"

"It's time to go to bed now, let's talk about it tomorrow." Galan refused to answer this question. He took out a small bed, put it on the ground, and fell asleep.

"? No? How did you do it?" The witch was stunned. "Ah, there is no other way. This is the only way..."

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