My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

The other side at this time.

After Galan came out, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he put his hands in his pockets, seeming to be in a bad mood.

A little zombie nearby suddenly noticed him, looked around, and when he found other adults were there, he bravely approached them.

"Master Fortune Teller, you seem to be in a bad mood?"

Galan glanced at the guy. It was a small zombie wearing black clothes with some red lines on the clothes. Unlike other small zombies, he had a pair of emerald green eyes that were slightly glowing.

"Hmm... not very good, what's wrong?" Galan narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to notice something unusual about him.

"Since you are not in a good mood, I won't bother you anymore, but I still have to say... don't worry, it will be fine." The little zombie seemed to understand the situation very well. He knew that he was in a bad mood, but still hoped that he could give him some encouragement.

A man like Galan can stand next to Herobrine, so he must not be underestimated. How could a small zombie like him get in?

"Wait a minute. I just said that I was in a bad mood, but I didn't say I was busy. So, dear little zombie, what trouble have you encountered?" Galan grabbed the little zombie who was about to leave, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"Ah... Really? Actually, it's nothing... I was just wondering what I should do to become as strong as the other adults."

"Hey~ What was I thinking? Turns out it's this." Galan put his hand on the little zombie's shoulder. He originally thought it was no big deal.

“Hmm…?” The little zombie looked at him with some confusion.

"Don't worry, kid. As long as you keep your determination, one day in the future... you will become as strong as them!"

"really?"

"Can the fortune teller's words be false? Don't worry~" Galan didn't know what was wrong with him and started to touch his head. Then he asked him with a clear conscience: "Oh, by the way, my dear little guy, what's your name?"

"We monsters usually don't have names. Can you, Mr. Fortune Teller, help me choose one?" The little zombie looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for his response.

"No need to call me Fortune Teller~ It makes me feel a little flattered... Just call me Galan." Galan curled his hair a little embarrassedly, and then began to think about what name to give himself.

"How about Adrian?" The name suddenly popped up in Galan's mind, and he immediately clapped his hands and asked for his opinion.

The little zombie smiled and nodded without saying anything, as if he accepted the name.

"Galan, it's time for us to go back to the End City." After finishing the discussion, the Blue Demon slowly walked over from behind, glanced at the little zombie he was hugging, and didn't say anything.

"Well, I'll be leaving first. I still have tasks to do, so I won't accompany you two any longer." Adrian reached out and took away the paw of someone on his shoulder, then left.

Galan scratched his head in confusion. Weren't we chatting just now? Why did he suddenly run away?

"Why are you scaring me?" Galan immediately turned his attention to the blue devil who had just arrived.

In fact, the Blue Demon has been watching for a while.

"......" The Blue Devil looked at him speechlessly. It seemed that this guy hadn't realized that the little zombie in black clothes and red stripes was actually one of the strongest fighters of the same period as him.

But if you think about it for a moment, actually when Galan came back from Fan Village, the selection for their class had already ended.

The Blue Devil looked at Adrian's leaving figure, glanced at a certain 'simple' guy again and said silently: "That guy is always very good at pretending, you better be careful"

However, the little one seemed to be distracted and it was unclear whether he heard what he said.

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just now.

After wandering there for a while, Galan finally returned to the End City with the Blue Demon.

The first thing I did when I returned to the End City was to be called to the hall by Herobrine to talk about life.

Within the main hall.

Jia knelt on one knee. The king in front of him did not sit on the throne as before. Instead, he stood straight in front of him and stared at the guy with a death stare.

"King...um...what's wrong?" Little Galan didn't dare to raise his head to look at his king, so he silently lowered his head a little more.

Herobrine looked around and realized that no one would suddenly break in during this period of time. He raised his fist expressionlessly and gave him a slap on the spot.

"Ouch! It hurts! My king... why did you hit me?!" Galan felt a sudden sharp pain in his head. He rubbed his little head and looked up at him pitifully.

"What did you do? Don't you know? Do I need to remind you?" A hint of dark anger appeared on Herobrine's face.

"But...but I really didn't do anything...didn't you agree to let me go?" Galan hung his face and suddenly felt extremely wronged.

"I told you to go, but I didn't tell you to run to someone else's camp!" Herobrine felt more and more that this subordinate was a little too disobedient. It was okay for him to be bold in the End City, but he didn't know how to restrain himself when he ran outside.

"But... nothing happened to us, and we even helped destroy a camp!" Galan looked at him righteously.

"Oh? I need you to do that kind of thing for me?" Herobrine frowned slightly, his tone filled with an invisible sense of oppression.

Galan didn't quite understand why his king was so mean to him, and his little eyes were filled with confusion.

Herobrine lost his temper immediately after seeing him like this. He reached out and rubbed the spot where Galan had just been hit. It seemed that a small bump appeared.

"………" Herobrine was silent for a while. It was clear that he didn't use much force.

Galan was in a very complicated mood at this moment. Who in his family understood? He had just hit himself on the head with a punch, but now the 'culprit' was rubbing his head.

"My king. Are you as crazy as the undead?" Galan raised his eyebrows and looked at him calmly.

Herobrine withdrew his hand without answering his question.

"?"

"You, don't go to the main world recently"

"What?"

"You can go to another dimension. The main world has been in turmoil recently." After Herobrine told him this, he was about to teleport away, but in the end he patted his little head like coaxing a child and said casually, "Be good."

"??????"

* Galan's cerebellum suddenly shrank.