My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

At midnight, when the moon had already disappeared, it was the time when monsters roamed and were most active, especially in the undead army's stronghold shrouded in black mist.

The battle discussion has ended.

It was only natural that Galan should return to the legion's base. With his hands in his pockets, he prepared to wander over to the undead to discuss their plans to go to the front lines together.

I hadn't taken two steps when a dark silhouette walked towards me. In the dim moonlight, I brushed past it without turning back.

But it seemed as if it were destiny; he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the golden figure, his empty and dim emerald green eyes brightening slightly for a moment.

"Don't worry, my child, as long as you persevere, one day in the future... you will become just as strong as they are!"

"Pfft—" She couldn't help but laugh out loud. Even now, those words still sound funny, like she was coaxing a child.

Perhaps it was just a fleeting moment. Her emerald green eyes remained empty and dim. As if nothing had happened, she turned around and walked straight towards an "unknown direction," disappearing into a new darkness.

His gaze shifted, but the so-called golden figure never turned around, even though he knew that the little guy who had just brushed past him was the little zombie who liked to follow him around.

His face didn't even have much of an expression.

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As always, the undead, in that familiar place, conducted a simple handover ceremony with another human guide.

It's estimated that this trip will take a long time to get back.

But for the necromancer, there are no monsters other than him and the Blue Demon who can take over the position of Corpse Guide.

Furthermore, according to the natural disaster, Adrian has been acting strangely lately... and he hasn't seen him much. Besides, he has an entire elite force under the king's command to manage.

Yes, Adrian's unit was separated into a separate entity.

"Necromancer!" Galan raised his hand and waved in the direction of the person, a faint smile on his face.

Noticing someone calling out, the necromancer turned around and saw the little guy he hadn't seen for a few days, calmly crossing his arms. He couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

However, Galan glanced at a pair of familiar eyes, so familiar that she seemed somewhat surprised.

"My king...? What are you doing here?"

"I came to...see him?" This was a strange conversation, and Herobrine didn't know how to respond, but it should be normal to care about one's subordinates, right?

"Is Your Majesty surprised to be here?" The necromancer scratched his head, puzzled. After a moment's thought, he continued, "I'm going to the front lines in a few days, so Your Majesty came here specifically to give me some instructions."

Herobrine nodded symbolically.

“Oh… that’s why I came here too!” Galan said, putting his arm around the necromancer’s shoulder, forcing the guy to bend down.

"???" The undead was forced to crouch down, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "Hey buddy? Don't you know your own height?"

"I want to be with the undead too!"

“No way.” Herobrine rejected the idea without even thinking.

"Row!"

"No."

"Why?!"

Herobrine paused for a moment, then said in a slightly muffled voice, as if teasing him, "No Why."

Alan raised his cat-like face, and the two faced off, neither intending to give way to the other.

"I'm going to turn the other side upside down!"

"I'll make them regret it!"

"Besides... I'm just going to take a look... I won't be doing anything else!"

“You didn’t say that just now…” Herobrine quietly observed the little golden retriever, her demeanor shifting from aggressive to “I’m not going to do anything more”.

Who would believe that? Do you believe it? I certainly don't.

"How about you let me go, Galan?" The necromancer tried to feed himself peanuts, swearing he hadn't bent over willingly.

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Galan belatedly discovered that he was still holding onto the necromancer. He wasn't in a hurry, so he casually ruffled the necromancer's hair before letting him go.

"You little brat... you've learned to reverse the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, haven't you?" The necromancer chuckled helplessly and patted him on the back, somewhat speechless.

"Haha... It's a bit hard, but it doesn't matter." Galan said, then turned his gaze back to the person in front of him.

Her burning gaze was fixed on Herobrine, forcing him to look away, but it didn't seem to work.

"......."

"......."

The two remained silent for a moment.

In the end, Herobrine was the first to relent.

Herobrine sighed softly, subconsciously reaching out to ruffle his golden fur. What else could he do? he thought.

"Do whatever you want, but don't do anything unnecessary."

"Don't interfere with the necromancers, understand?"

Galan subconsciously reached out and twirled a strand of hair behind her ear, nodding symbolically as a response.

Herobrine added two seemingly insignificant final words, which were actually full of concern.

Herobrine has left.

* Only the other two guys were left staring at each other.

The necromancer broke the ice somewhat awkwardly. He looked at Little Galan, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Uh... so, what do you think?"

Galan glanced at the necromancer indifferently, seemingly uninterested in the question. He paused for a moment, then answered honestly, "I haven't thought about it much..."

The necromancer thought to himself, since Galan didn't want to talk about it, he shouldn't press the matter further.

However, he still felt it necessary to give Galan some advice, since a battle might be coming up.

“Then… when the battle begins, don’t stand at the front, don’t be too conspicuous, and definitely don’t attract too much attention.” The necromancer thought for a moment and continued, “Also, don’t fly around randomly; it’s best to stay in the middle…”

At this moment, Alan seemed like a ruthless nodding robot; no matter what the little necromancer said, he only needed to nod.

Anyway, he didn't give a direct answer.

"What about Xiao Bao? What are you planning to do?" Galan asked curiously.

"As the commander-in-chief, I'm definitely leading from the front."

"I will try to fight a battle that focuses on destruction, and I understand the players' situation."

"What about Galan? What are you planning to do?" the necromancer probed stealthily.

"You... I already asked that." Galan smiled helplessly.

"Really? Hahahaha..."

The necromancer scratched his head symbolically, but his eyes involuntarily darted away to conceal the fact that he had been discovered.