My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

A motley crew of tin puppets, a young man in a blue robe with brown-gray hair, and a red book with gold trim — Mustard.

"So it's the famous wasabi..." Achilles' eyes narrowed slightly; he should have guessed it the moment the tin golem appeared.

“Wasabi? I think I’ve heard of that.” Coles paused for a moment, as if recalling something, then suddenly blurted out, “The thieves of Avalon!”

Upon hearing this, Wasabi's smiling face seemed to freeze for a moment, his lips twitching slightly, but he still maintained a friendly smile.

"What are you saying? You damned alien, this book is mine!"

"Those ignorant islanders! They are the real thieves! They are completely incapable of using the Book of Puppets!"

Wasabi was already maintaining a friendly demeanor, and her forced smile was quite amusing.

"Besides..." Mustard tilted his head slightly, deliberately drawing out his words as he chuckled softly, "Haha... one of you is an alien race disguised as a human player, and the other... haha..."

He paused for a moment, not continuing the conversation, but instead changed the subject, probing, "I heard... you're wanted by the police?"

So why should we bother?

At this moment, Achilles initially judged that the person in front of him meant no harm... but he didn't know what the person wanted, and...

"How did you tell?"

"What?" Wasabi's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up as he gazed at the two people below with interest. "Are you talking about a different race... or you?"

Coles's eyes narrowed involuntarily. Unbeknownst to the other party, a transparent wind was gathering, colorless, odorless, and undetectable, yet capable of slicing any object that approached in the blink of an eye in two.

"Should we get rid of it?" he muttered under his breath.

"Are you planning to kill me too?" the other person whispered in response.

While the wind elemental power that Corles used was convenient and easy to use, it was extremely difficult to control in actual combat. Moreover... at such close range, shouldn't we pray that he wouldn't cut Achilles in half as well?

Well, Little Rice had to put away his little scheme.

“An alien race,” Achilles said. The item he had given Corles was a high-level artifact; how could it be easily recognized? It was an artifact that even players couldn't tell the difference from.

* But it is also a player's item.

"What...? You think that someone who isn't 'recorded' is any different from a monster?"

"Like attracts like, and unlike repels like..."

"Mainland China is a highly polarized place, where the distinction between 'normal' and 'outcast' is quite deliberate."

"You just arrived here... how could you possibly have a player by your side?"

Mustard responded to the other party's questions with apparent confidence, but in reality, these were all just his guesses, or to put it bluntly, he was just guessing.

But polarization... is a very real fact.

"But... why are you stopping us?" Achilles asked, puzzled, his eyes scanning the group of tin golems surrounding them.

Logically speaking, they should keep to themselves, right? They were just passing by.

"Um……."

Mustard frowned slightly, seemingly stumped by the question. He hadn't actually intended to stop the two guys; he had just happened to catch two rats passing by.

Moreover, they are... acquaintances from another place. In this region where players are everywhere, aren't the guys who came from another barrier acquaintances?

The scope has been expanded slightly, and in addition...

* Mustard does not discriminate against any race.

"They're probably from the same place? And... I just want to remind you that this place is very unsafe."

Wasabi spoke casually, waving his hand to make the puppets surrounding them take a few steps back, so that they could have some space to breathe.

“What were those… just now?” Achilles seemed to realize that Mustard might know something they didn’t yet know.

Wasabi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, before she replied unhurriedly, "Those are just some products."

Then, he suddenly raised his hand and gently patted the tin golem that was being used as a mount. "The same kind of product as this one."

"Oh...that sounds terrible?" Coles scratched his head, but anyway...it shouldn't be able to affect them, right?

“I’ve been here longer than you think, so I know more than you do.”

"Something will happen, something will definitely happen." Wasabi closed his eyes, as if he could already see the future. This was not a special ability.

It was only because he was one of the few pacifists, possessing strong observation and analytical abilities, that he had worked for various factions on the continent before retrieving the Book of Puppets.

He never fights unprepared battles. The fact that the puppets surrounded the two of them was also to limit the special abilities that the alien race was born with. The crowded space would prevent them from using them effectively.

Especially since there was a "friend" next to him.

Moreover, Mustard believed that he had no malicious intent, and the player's troops had just left, so starting a fight here was not a good choice.

"The player city and the Nether army are about to go to war, in just a few days."

“I don’t know how big it will be… but I think… even if the side that initiates the challenge is just testing the waters.”

"But the players don't think that way."

“They seem to have other plans…” Mustard said, his eyes glancing at the lawn where the gears had crushed the grass, the marks quite obvious.

"I understand, thank you for your kindness." Achilles nodded in response.

However, just as he was about to pull Coles around to get out of there, before he had taken two steps, he was blocked by the puppet again.

"...What do you mean?"

"Don't rush. You know, it's not easy to run into someone you know here. Also, I have some... rather special questions I want to ask you."

"If you don't mind, we might be able to travel together."

* Wasabi is watching you with a smile.

"How so?" Achilles first glanced at the little guy beside him, then turned his gaze back to Wasabi.

"I...have no objections?" Coles didn't seem to care too much.

"Then... is that alright?"

Hmm... a strange little team has appeared.

If we're talking about questions, it seems like he has nothing else to study besides his own unique characteristics.