My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

just now.

Dragged into the water, Senn was judged by the Guardians, then thrown back out.

The moment he got up from the ground, he saw people eating grilled fish by the lake.

"Hey, you're coming up?" Galan was the first to speak to him, holding a roasted salted fish in his hand.

"Sen, are you okay? Do you want something to eat?" Ignis was drinking from a bucket of lava in his hand, but of course he wouldn't be given the lava to eat.

“You guys…” Senn looked at them speechlessly. He was dragged into the water while these people were eating and drinking well on the shore.

"Oh, you're coming up? Come and sit down and have something to eat." Talias waved to Senn who was not far away, indicating that it was time for him to come over and eat.

At this time, a passage slowly appeared on the water surface.

"I guess they let us go. Should we go now?" Ignis asked.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go eat across the street." Galan took the lead and ran away.

The undead looked at Talias and shrugged, preparing to lead the others to follow.

"Wait, we don't know if this is safe!" Senn suddenly said.

"Don't worry, just keep up." Talias patted his shoulder and motioned for him to follow.

So everyone settled down on the other side of the river to rest.

"Talias, what are Guardians? Why did they drag me into the water...?" Senn turned his head and asked Talias who was sitting next to him.

"Oh! I know this. I've read about the Guardians in a book. They are one of the oldest species in Adonia, even older than the Glacier Clan," Ignis suddenly responded.

"What were they thinking? I almost drowned!" Senn said with some incomprehension.

Talias raised his eyebrows and glanced at the man, then slowly said: "Because they are trying to identify which tribe of Adoni you belong to. Even if you are currently tribeless, you are still an Adoni."

While several people were chatting happily, Galan came to the lake alone, staring at the lake surface which was gradually becoming darker due to the moonlight, wondering what he was thinking about.

Galan slowly sat down against a big tree by the lake, staring at his own reflection on the lake, his face gradually becoming gloomy.

What should I do now?

Talias is alive, so how will the story go? According to expectations, it is indeed much better than before, at least he is still alive.

But….Ingrasis Voltaris (Deathsinger) is coming out tomorrow night, and I have to go to Wilgreen Mountain.

If the elders back then had been more open-minded, there wouldn't be so many problems now. It's really troublesome.

Galan held his forehead. They would arrive in Atarasia tomorrow, and by then he would have to think of a way to ease the relationship between Talias and his brother.

And most likely Talias would join the Knights of Adonia or follow the Council of Elders to Mount Wilgreen to "deliver" a head to Ingrasis.

Galan sighed in worry. There was nothing he could do. Now that everyone was saved, he had to save them. As for the original plot, he would just let it go.

The undead seemed to notice little Galan, who was sitting by the lake and sighing. He thought for a moment, stood up and slowly approached him.

“What are you doing here…?” The low voice of the undead came from behind Galan.

Galan noticed the undead approaching, but he did not turn around to look at him. Instead, he slowly said, "My little treasure, you don't understand my worries. As a small fortune teller, I certainly want a perfect ending, but the road is long... How can I resolve the conflicts between tribes by myself?"

"Do you want to help the entire Adoni tribe?" The undead looked at him quietly, folding his elbows, and just one sentence touched someone's heart.

"I think the reason why Talias and the others died is probably because they all belong to the previous generation... Only after they die, no one will argue about what the Voltaris did before."

"Only after the older generation dies with their stubborn ideas, the new generation will gradually open up and accept the Voltaris."

As an 'outsider', Galan naturally discovered these reasons. As the saying goes, those who are involved are often confused... No one will accept a race that has made mistakes, even if he obtained the right to use the 'Core Song' by 'legitimate' means a long time ago.

But no one would trust him. The Deathsinger participated in the competition in a legitimate way. Although he changed his appearance and mixed into the Nestorius tribe (the one with yellow patterns), he was actually allowed to do so and should have obtained the Core Song.

It’s just that the first generation of tribal elders were too stubborn and even thought that Ingrasis changed the color of the pattern and became Nestorius through despicable means.

If that was the case, there was no need for him to return to his original appearance. Ingrasis just hoped that his tribe could be accepted again.

This is why the first elder, Agnes Nestoris, survived. In addition, Agnes was actually Ingrassis's adoptive father.

The relationship between Ingrasis and Achilles is like that of brothers who are not real brothers but are better than real brothers.

But the final outcome was almost 'death'.

Achilian Nestoris (Song of the Tide) died.

Ingrasis Voltaris (Singer of Death) is dead.

In short, almost all of them died, especially the Voltaris, who had only one person left, and it was he who finally lit up the tombstone of the English Sith.

Then Galan sighed heavily again, staring at his reflection in the water, and said, as if intentionally or unintentionally: "The demon-slayer boy will eventually become a demon."

The undead's eyes were quietly watching his face, most of them knowing what this guy was thinking, even though it was indeed a bit unrealistic.

But I was already considering whether to inform the king. This guy had a brain cramp.

"Ah... I just don't want Achillian and Ingracies to die~ Achillian is cute, Ingracies is cool... Damn, Ingracies... that guy, I will sentence him to prison without a wife!" Galan suddenly said this expressionlessly and then lay on the ground pretending to be in a bad mood.

"?" The dead spirit suddenly couldn't understand what he was saying. What is a sentence without a wife? What is this guy talking about? Is it a wife or a term? It should be a term...

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