My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

just now.

Talias fled from Mount Wilgreen with his injured body, but his friend Hawken stayed there forever.

He chose a relatively secluded place to rest and planned to set off tomorrow to inform everyone of the matter as soon as possible.

Just at this moment, not far from him, a black and purple portal suddenly appeared near him.

"I've thought about it, Xiaobao, maybe your current identity might be a bit too ostentatious." Galan glanced at the undead who was a wither skeleton, and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be such a setting here, which made it a bit inappropriate to bring him here.

"Ah, what's wrong with my identity?" The undead seemed not to get the point yet. He looked particularly majestic and conspicuous with the giant lava blade on his shoulder.

Before the two had taken a few steps, they spotted Talias, who had not had time to move away, and the three of them stared at each other.

"Who are you?!" Talias quickly stood up again from the ground, tightly gripping the sword in his hand, ready to fight or escape at any time. After all, he was suffering from many injuries.

These two guys suddenly appeared here, and why do they have the ability to teleport? One looks like a wither skeleton, and the other one is unknown.

Galan narrowed his eyes slightly as if he was sizing up the man in front of him. When he saw the familiar sword in his hand, he suddenly seemed to react and asked him quickly: "Are you Talias? Alive?! Master Talias! Ahem... sorry, I lost my composure a bit."

Talias was a little stunned when he saw him like this. What's wrong with this guy? Does he know me?

"Galan... You? Know him?" The Undead was still a little confused about the situation. After all, he didn't know Talias. If this guy hadn't suddenly spoken, he would have regarded that guy as an enemy.

"You can call me Galan. The guy next to me is the Death Knight who travels with me. Just call him Death." Galan didn't care what the situation was and took the lead in introducing himself. After all, as a fortune teller, he still had to follow the fine traditions. He stepped forward and announced his name so that they could meet in the future.

Talias seemed to sense that the two guys probably had no ill intentions, so he breathed a sigh of relief, treated them politely, and told them his name.

"My name is Talias Sendaris..."

Galan glanced at him, noticed his injuries and his current location, and after a moment of consideration, asked him, "Are we in Wilgreen Mountain now? Hawken...isn't here anymore? It seems we are still late...Talias, are you going to Sendaria now?"

"...How do you know?" Talias felt guilty about Hawken's death, but he was suddenly filled with doubts that this guy, whom he had just met not long ago, knew his current plan.

"Because I am the greatest fortune teller in history!" Galan proudly introduced himself to him. Although he had read the plot, divination was indeed an ability that he had innately.

"Puchi..." The undead covered his mouth and laughed secretly, but it was heard by Galan who was in high spirits.

"Hey, do you have any opinion about me?!" Galan looked at him with a gloomy face, slightly dissatisfied.

The undead quickly waved his hands to deny the fact, otherwise he would get angry with him again and he wouldn't know how to coax him.

As Talias watched the two of them getting along happily, he couldn't help but think of Hawken who fell on the snowy mountain while trying to help him, and a sense of sadness rose in his heart.

Suddenly Galan coughed twice and moved closer to Talias. Now that he had seen the person, he would follow the principle. Meeting was fate.

"Uncle Ta, please accept my condolences... Well... you are all alone now... I also want to go to Sendaria, but I don't know the way and I can't 'teleport' anywhere. How about we go together? What do you think?" Galan put his hands together at the side of his face and looked at him with his bright little eyes. The so-called inability to teleport was a lie.

"..." Talias was silent. He still maintained the most basic vigilance towards these two people of unknown origin.

Galan also knew his concerns. Knowing the plot, he decided to help Talias a little, so he surrounded him and said, "Master Ta, you know, it's rare to see a fortune teller like me, and we just want to travel around here. I need a guide. At least take me to Sendaria?"

"So, I won't let you be our guide for nothing~ So I will help you once at the critical moment! What do you think?" Galan's little eyes looked at him intently, as if he was looking forward to his answer.

Talias thought about it and calculated the pros and cons. After all, he didn't know these two guys.

"Are you going to Sendaria to find Senn and Riya?" Galan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of imperceptible cunning floating in his eyes.

"....."

"Don't worry, we won't do anything."

Talias looked at him and sighed softly. As if he had compromised, he nodded, agreeing to take him to Sendaria.

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then……

Galan and the others began to follow Talias back to Sendaria. It was no exaggeration to say that he was so excited that he jumped up and down, as if everything did not exist in their world and he was curious about everything.

"Wow! Undead! Look how alive this one is!" Galan was so excited along the way that he asked the undead to come over and take a look at every living thing. He was undoubtedly a child at heart.

Although the undead didn't understand, they still followed him and looked in the direction of his finger. The world here was indeed a little different from their dimension, but generally speaking it was similar, except that there were slightly more races.

"He... has always been like this?" Talias looked at Galan's "immature" behavior with some confusion, and glanced at the Death Knight next to him who was obviously not an ordinary Undead.

If he is a Death Knight, why can't I see his horse? Is he hiding somewhere?

But in fact, the Death Knight himself has a name, originally named Blackbone, and his skeleton horse is hidden in his shadow.

Because Galan said that as a wither skeleton in that world, he was already eye-catching enough. He was also more robust than ordinary wither skeletons. Carrying a giant lava blade, he looked like a villain who was not easy to mess with.

He is the kind of person who will kill anyone he doesn't like with one blow. Even though he is wearing a cloak, the sharp cold light of the giant lava blade on his shoulder cannot be concealed.

The undead thought for a while and looked at Galan with a look that gradually became a little helpless before he said the words that everyone in the Undead Legion would say.

"Used to it."

The 'Fortune Teller' in their family is like this. Ever since he went to the previous dimension, his originally dull little head has become even duller.

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