My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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As the Undead Legion and others were on their way back to the base, Scourge suddenly discovered that Adrian's shadow did not seem to be in the queue.

"Where's Adrien...?"

Tianzai realized belatedly that his colleagues who came with him seemed to be missing. He looked back and saw a bunch of "new people" behind him that he didn't recognize.

However, after Adrian broke away from the Undead Legion, he came to a cliff. There was a huge birch tree right in front of him.

However, when Adrian escaped from the Undead Army, he came to a cliff. Right in front of him, there stood a huge birch tree.

Adrian narrowed his eyes slightly. When he was dealing with those lone players before, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

So he followed the figure and came here.

Adrian gradually approached the birch tree. There was a familiar golden shadow under the tree. He called out tentatively, "Master Fortune Teller?"

The figure under the tree then noticed that someone was approaching. When he slowly turned around, a pair of beautiful blue-pink eyes stared at Adrian closely.

"It's really the fortune teller! Why are you here suddenly? Why don't you go find our king?" When Adrian saw that it was an acquaintance, he took back the obsidian flying blade in his hand without hesitation.

"Hmm..." Galan raised his eyebrows. He leaned lazily against a birch tree, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an elusive smile.

"Adrian? Why are you here?" There seemed to be a hint of doubt in his voice.

"I just saw the adults, so I followed them."

"Master Fortune Teller, do you need me to lead the way for you to find the king? You look... like you're lost?" There seemed to be another meaning in Adrian's words, but he still had a smile on his face.

"Adrian, a fortune teller can't get lost or stray."

Galan glanced at the man coldly, then turned his gaze to the direction of the Player City. He looked there thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about something.

For some reason, Adrian always felt that Galan in front of him gave him a strange feeling. This feeling was very strange, as if a person suddenly changed his soul?

If it were an ordinary fortune teller, he would have followed him to find our king long ago, but today he was standing here motionless, which was unusual for him.

He couldn't help but frown and muttered to himself, "What is going on? Could it be that as I thought, something has gone wrong with the fortune teller?" He was full of doubts.

Adrian began to approach Galan's position, and came in front of him, then looked him up and down. But no matter how he looked, he could not see anything wrong, Galan was still the same Galan, and his appearance had not changed at all.

However, Adrian just felt that something was wrong, and this feeling made him very uneasy.

Just as Adrian was thinking about how to ask, Galan broke the silence. He raised his head slightly, a hint of sadness in his eyes, and asked hesitantly: "Why did you... follow me?"

* Why didn’t our king come?

Adrian was a little caught off guard by this sudden question. He quickly replied, "No...nothing. I just noticed that you seemed a little unusual today, so I was a little worried."

Galan smiled nonchalantly and responded calmly, "Don't worry, I'm fine... I'm fine."

Adrian hesitated for a moment, and asked with some concern: "Master Fortune Teller, did you have a quarrel with the king? I see that you don't seem to be in a good mood..."

"Maybe...but I am no longer a member of the Undead Legion." Galan said this calmly, as if losing the king's protection did not cause him much harm.

"How could that be? The king would never be willing to let you go. Besides, the fortune teller is so cute, maybe he will be kept as a mascot in the army."

Adrian seemed to have spoken his true feelings unintentionally, but... when he realized it, he did not react much.

“…….…”

"I'm sorry to say this about you...but you're really cute, sir."

"I... I don't plan to go back."

"Hmm...? Why? If you're willing to go back, the king might compensate you?"

However, in response to Adrian's words, Galan remained silent, seemingly not intending to respond to him.

Adrian sighed inwardly when he saw this, and stopped trying to persuade him. He silently took out the obsidian throwing knife that he had put back from the inventory, and gently stroked the blade with his fingers, feeling the cold and smooth touch.

Then, he slowly raised his head, stared at Galan, and said slowly with some apology: "I'm sorry, Master Fortune Teller, if you are willing to go back... everyone will be very happy."

"excuse me."

As Adrian's voice fell, his figure gradually disappeared in front of Galan. Before he could react, a strong sense of oppression emanated from behind him, and Adrian's figure suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of "clang" as the blade touched the barrier, Galan still stood there without taking any action. He was completely surrounded by the barrier, so there was almost no need to worry about anyone attacking him.

At this moment, Galan slowly turned around, looked at Adrian calmly, and asked softly: "Adrian, do you really have to fight me...?"

"If you're willing to go back, I'll stop." Adrian's eyes were fixed on the blond boy in front of him.

Then, Adrian activated the Flash Assault skill again, rushing towards Galan as fast as lightning. However, the situation this time was different...

Galan's blue barrier actually had some tiny cracks. He naturally noticed this phenomenon, but these tiny cracks did not mean that he only had this one barrier.

Seeing that Adrian's moves were becoming more and more fierce, Galan had no intention of fighting him, and... now he had to avoid fighting with anyone.

* Assimilation value: 40%