My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

Long gear marks were deeply embedded in the ground, and a jet-black cloak fluttered gently in the breeze, with a half-sunken red sun pattern painted on the back of the cloak.

It looks like a sign of dusk – the Twilight Knights.

The Twilight Knights belong to the city-state of Calathea, which is closest to the player city that is specifically located in the center.

Earlier, those from the outskirts had already dealt with those people from the city... oh, I shouldn't say "Pure White Space" for a long time.

"Commander, the people here are really strange..."

"Aren't we sure we won't be discovered while we're dragging that big thing behind us?"

"If you ask me... isn't the Creator God being way too biased?"

"They look...like a bunch of untrained bastards! Hahahaha."

The most talkative guy in the group moved closer to the black-clad man walking in front, who was clearly the leader.

The man referred to as the leader slightly raised his head. He had two hideous scars around his right eye. He raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced at him with his deep and sharp black eyes, and then slowly looked away.

"Mind your own business." His voice was quite calm, and apart from being a little hoarse, there was almost no emotional fluctuation.

To prevent a talkative guy from angering the leader and being given more intense training, someone quickly stepped forward and pulled him away.

It would be better to shut that guy up as soon as possible.

“We don’t need to go to the main city, we’re just picking up some goods along the way. Besides… someone will naturally repair these marks.”

"Don't provoke the leader. If we get punished, you'll be the one to bear the wrath of the entire Knights."

The Twilight Knights' rule is that if one person causes trouble, the entire order will be punished, especially in the current situation. Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, and don't be curious either.

Moreover, most of them dislike "curious fellows," which could put the entire Knights Order in danger.

"Commander, should we send someone to deal with the guys who were hiding earlier?"

Although they had traveled some distance, it wouldn't take long to send a team back to deal with the hidden threat.

"No need, it's enough that the people haven't caught up yet."

Most curious players wouldn't bother with it, but if it comes from outside the players, that's a different story.

But the group leader thought that as long as they didn't follow, they could just assume they were just a few kittens who were either curious or frightened.

Meanwhile, there are the "three little kittens".

Colles followed Achilles leisurely, casually picking a few apples from a passing oak tree. The crisp and delicious apples melted in his mouth.

"Ryuse, have an apple." He said, casually tossing an apple over.

Achilles caught the little apple with his other hand, not intending to eat it, but instead putting it directly into his inventory space, but still remembering to reply, "Thanks."

He seemed to have something on his mind; he didn't look too good, and even seemed a bit depressed, especially after arriving here.

Coles noticed this and tried to strike up a conversation with him, but seeing his lack of interest...

Since Achilles went to the world outside the barrier and met Corles and the others... he probably even forgot which world he belonged to.

The system, which had long been grayed out, began to gradually awaken from the moment I stepped into this place; the map, teleportation, coordinates, and display were gradually being restored.

He could even access the forum to see the latest news.

However… no one except him can see the existence of the system.

So, his current actions might seem a bit... weird to others, such as swiping his fingers in the air, poking here and there a few times, etc.

"Uh……"

"He looks...interesting, doesn't he?" Wasabi, who had witnessed everything, stroked his chin. To be honest, he was quite interested in what the players called the system.

"........."

Coles didn't respond to him, absentmindedly taking a bite of the apple. The texture was like chewing wax, well, it's hard to say.

"Will he come home?" Coles asked.

Although he and his friend did not belong to the same species, and were not even from their region, one must understand... how terrible the situation is for a person of a different race on the continent.

Especially special species like Coles, who always manage to anger others in "inexplicable" situations, without even knowing what they did wrong.

..........

He meant to say...

He cherishes his friends.

"Huh?" Wasabi raised an eyebrow, looked at the two little guys, one in front and one behind, and said with his arms crossed as if he was speechless, "Come on, he can't go back."

"If it were really someone from there, the grass on their grave would be 2 meters high by now."

"Going back would mean..."

"Forever ~ Forever ~ Death!"

(Refers to: death.)

"Death! Death!! Death!!!" Wasabi even deliberately dragged out the last syllable to scare the cute little Rice, probably because he was too bored or had nothing to do.

"You know?!"

Coles frowned slightly, realizing that this matter was definitely not simple. In other words... should we really let this guy come with us?

"What are you doing...?"

The strange noise finally caught Achilles' attention. Although he didn't know what they were saying, that didn't matter. What mattered was that he had found out which path to take.

"Let's go around it. We can't expect to get through... It was okay before, but now..."

He glanced at the rather eye-catching mustard and his tin golem, knowing that walking through like that would definitely attract a large crowd.

Oh, we all know that it's human nature to gossip and gossip, and gossip... Some people are silly and always gather together like a silly roe deer.

Other animals, when chased by hunters, would disappear after a single shot.

The silly roe deer is different; you can fire a shot at it and still not catch up.

That guy might even come back to see what you're doing.

"You and your subordinates are too ostentatious, so we have to take a detour."

“Hey! They’re not my subordinates…they’re friends, friends, okay? Just like the two of you.” Wasabi didn’t seem too satisfied; he had never considered the puppets to be his subordinates.

"Oh? Why don't you get off and walk by yourself?"

"Puppet, puppeteer, master."

Coles mimicked Wasabi's previous tone with great interest, watching him intently and deliberately drawing out the syllables—it was obvious he was doing it on purpose.

Wasabi was silent for a moment, then angrily wiped her face, pinched the bridge of her nose, and finally let the puppet put her down.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The two little puppets following behind Wasabi looked at each other and then spread their hands in unison.

What does that mean? I don't know.