My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

At this time in the sandbox city, in a relatively dark corner, there was a guy with blond hair and silver horns squatting. Adrian, who was standing next to him, had a dagger in his hand that was spinning at his fingertips, and was finally taken back into his inventory.

Adrian crossed his arms in front of his chest, a helpless look on his face. He sighed softly, and suddenly turned his gaze to the person beside him who had been silent.

Galan, on the other hand, just sat on the soft sand, hugged his legs, tilted his head, and looked depressed. No one knew what he was thinking about.

"Mr. Fortune Teller...is there something troubling you?" Adrian couldn't help but ask. His voice was full of worry, and it was obvious that he was quite worried about Galan's current condition.

Galan subconsciously retracted his hand and curled the hair near his ear, frowning in depression. Based on his current speculation, he always felt that some things had an unusual relationship with a certain guy.

"Adrian... I suddenly want to go back and see my king." He silently glanced at the man next to him. Although he was still a little hesitant, when he thought about the commission he had given to "someone" before, he had to go and see how the progress was.

When Adrian heard what he said, the whole body froze in place, but the already dead brain suddenly started moving again.

If he remembered correctly... Didn't the fortune teller refuse to go back before? He almost killed himself, so why did he suddenly decide to go back? But this should be... a good thing.

"Um... Mr. Fortune Teller, weren't you..." Adrian scratched his head symbolically, but his eyes involuntarily turned to the side, and asked tentatively: "Don't you want to go back..."

"Before..." Galan murmured to himself in confusion. After a moment of silence, he seemed to recall the previous scene. Then he opened his mouth slightly and smiled apologetically: "Sorry... It was indeed my fault before."

"I was a little over the top at the time... I didn't mean to do that."

"I just wanted to drive you away, I didn't really want to hurt you."

Galan knew very well that he felt guilty towards Adrian. It was obvious that the other party had done nothing wrong. It was entirely his own problem... just this "problem".

He couldn't handle it properly at once. It was an uncontrollable factor that he couldn't change.

Of course Adrian knew his fortune teller's true intentions, but he didn't take it too seriously. Besides, the king might also be waiting for him to return.

"Don't worry, I don't care too much." Adrian smiled gently, and then he began to worry about something else for the two guys: "Then...how are we going to explain it when we get back?"

When it comes to this topic, Mulan is very knowledgeable! He stood up without hesitation, patted the sand off his body, turned his head and laughed at Adrian with a conspiracy-like laugh.

* Apart from anything else, his smile is quite cunning.

Adrian was stunned for a while, and he felt that his fortune teller had some ill intentions...

"Don't worry! Isn't it easy to coax the king? Although I don't know how to say sentimental words, I still know how to "slide and kneel"!"

Galan pretended to be nonchalant, straightened his chest, folded his elbows with both hands, and looked very interested. He stared at the man in front of him with an attitude that he was clearly in control.

"... Sliding on your knees...? Is that what I was thinking?" Adrian smiled awkwardly and asked cautiously with a questioning attitude.

Galan naturally did not answer his question. Instead, he walked outside for a distance, turned around and took a short run, then knelt down on his knees, and slid forward for a distance under the action of inertia, and happened to stop right in front of Adrian.

Those raised hands and sincere eyes seemed to say, "How about it? Not bad, right?"

Putting aside other things, his smooth and cool operation directly stunned Adrian, who had lived for who knows how long.

Even those who have always admired Galan would move aside awkwardly when they saw him, as if they wanted to pretend not to know him.

Adrian looked away slightly and coughed twice to pretend to be calm.

Although... this is indeed what the fortune teller would do... but wouldn't you feel embarrassed if you did this?

Galan was relaxed. He stood up and brushed the dust off his knees without caring at all. He looked at the inexplicable state of the man in front of him and couldn't help but smile: "Don't mind it. Maybe my king will fall for it."

"Besides, I usually only act like this in front of you guys."

Adrian turned around and looked at him in confusion, not quite understanding what he said.

The man did not give any practical answer, but just responded silently: "Normal people...who would be so stupid?" His expression was still very relaxed and casual.

"..."

"Okay, let's not waste time... let's go to the next stop first." Galan spread his hands helplessly. Chatting all the time was not a solution. Before going back... he wanted to go to the underworld hell.

Adrian just nodded and said nothing more.

However, the two men ran into a pink-haired woman as soon as they got out of the corner. Fortunately, Galan himself was not affected too much, after all, Adrian came to his aid in time and blocked him steadily from behind, thus avoiding an embarrassing fall.

However, in contrast to this state, there was a sharp and piercing scream. Obviously, the lady who had the misfortune of the collision was not so lucky. She was rubbing the injured part of the body in pain.

“Really? Why didn’t you look at the road?!” the pink-haired woman muttered indignantly as she struggled to get up from the ground.

But when she raised her head and her eyes met the two faces in front of her, she was instantly struck by lightning and her whole body froze.

Her originally resentful expression instantly turned into one of extreme astonishment. She raised her shaking fingers and pointed at the two people in front of her, stammering, "You...you are the two locked up monsters?!"

"Eh...? You..." Galan raised one eyebrow. He touched his chin in confusion, as if trying to recall who this guy was: "Who... are you?"

Although Mulan must have forgotten her long ago, Adrian, who was beside him, was a little zombie but had an extremely strong memory and recognized her at a glance.

"She... should be the woman I saw when I was arrested before. From what I heard from that guy's conversation..."

"She is Lydia."