My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

Galan had a calm expression, his hands folded on his elbows, quietly staring at the scene in front of him. It was obvious...that woman didn't know the truth of the matter either.

This guy Herman... naturally wouldn't let outsiders know the purpose of what they were doing now. In order to prevent the truth from being revealed, he naturally threw the pink-haired guy out.

You know... people in whistleblower agencies are generally born for traffic, and they may even exaggerate or tamper with the facts.

"Hey, you... are too nervous, aren't you?" Galan spread his hands helplessly, raised his eyebrows provocatively, his eyes full of disdain for the man.

After hearing this, Herman replied calmly: "Huh? Not really~" He raised the corner of his mouth slightly with a smile on his face, and took a sip of the coffee in the cup, not taking someone's provocation seriously.

"I just don't like people who are too curious."

Then, he put down the coffee in his hand and slowly looked up at the two people in the cage. In his eyes, Adrian was just a little zombie, but... that special monster named Galan, there seemed to be no record of him in this world.

Could it be that... Notch created some new species of creatures outside? It seems that this is possible. The guy once said that there is a wider area outside this world.

"Well... how about we talk about it?" Herman himself was still curious about these strange creatures, especially this kind of... the smell of creatures that seemed to belong to another world.

The most important point is... this guy actually knows about cake milk tea? If I guess correctly, it should be a drink in real life. How did he know about it? Could it be that he talked to some player friend about it?

Ha...that's really interesting.

"Chat? Talk about what?" Galan frowned slightly, somewhat confused. Why did this guy suddenly want to chat with him?

Herman stroked his chin with his fingertips, narrowing his eyes as he observed Galan's every move. He thought for a moment and spoke slowly: "Why don't we talk about... who you are, where you are from, and why you want to join Herobrine's camp."

"Me?" Galan raised his hand and pointed at himself in surprise. He raised one eyebrow, as if thinking about how to answer his question.

Just at this moment, Adrian suddenly glanced at the man beside him with a serious expression, and the aura behind him looked gloomy, but it was not completely released.

Even though he knew that it was because of him, the fortune teller answered the question raised by that person for his safety.

It doesn’t matter, this humiliation…

"He'll get it back sooner or later"

Galan couldn't help but clear his throat. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly said, "I believe you already know my name. I am just an ordinary monster following my king... Oh, that's not right."

"I am no longer a member of the Undead Legion."

After saying that, Galan realized that he had quarreled with the king some time ago and had been "expelled" from the Undead Legion.

Of course, he didn’t plan to tell Herman that he was a fortune teller, lest that guy suddenly ask him to work for him or something like that…

“Oh? Are you guys having a fight…?” Herman couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, he seemed to be in a good mood.

"That's true... A guy like the God of the Dead... is naturally very cold-hearted. Since you are no longer of any use to him."

"Naturally, I will be abandoned." He lay on the armrest of the seat with one hand supporting his face, and the words he said were so understated, as if...this matter was just something he was used to.

Useless things will naturally be discarded.

"Oh, of course I know."

“I never felt useful.”

"In fact... I think that in my king's world... even without me, his world will still continue to spin."

Galan looked at the man opposite him calmly. Every word he said was a fact in itself, and he had already accepted this fact a long time ago.

"The world will not stop spinning just because one person disappears."

"It's the same with people."

Herman just kept a smile on his face and didn't say much.

"And all I have to do is to do something that I won't regret, that's all." Galan raised his hand involuntarily and grabbed the iron railing, his blue-pink eyes staring at Herman closely.

However, Herman could not see any other emotions in those eyes. From the beginning, Herman had been observing Galan's attitude towards the Undead Army, and who knows, he could turn such an interesting monster into "his own monster".

Every player wants to tame monsters. Since there are creatures that can be tamed, monsters can also be tamed in another way.

Especially those who have "consciousness", possess a higher level of intelligence, and are loyal and righteous can be more outstanding, and even... develop to an unexpected level.

However, Herman knew that even though the guy in front of him had left the Undead Legion, he still had no intention of betraying them, and was even still calling the God of the Dead his king.

"So... you just had a conflict." Herman stared at the blond monster in the cage thoughtfully. Then, he slowly asked, "It seems that the relationship between you two is... pretty good?"

"Probably." Galan loosened his grip on the iron fence, turned around, and pulled Adrian, who was confused, to squat with him in a small corner.

Herman didn't talk to him anymore. He guessed that guy was probably tired of talking and needed a break... Anyway, it wasn't his responsibility to deal with this guy.

Galan slowly raised his eyes and glanced at Herman's position, then turned his gaze to the table on the other side, where his small crystal ball and some obsidian blocks and sword blades seized from Adrian were placed.

He seemed to be thinking about how to get Adrian out of here.