Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

"Phew, you finally let me in," Elena said.

It's unbelievable how complicated immigration is. Before this, whenever Elena arrived in a kingdom, the immigration process would take no more than half an hour, often less than ten minutes.

Either they paid the money and entered the country directly, or they were denied entry for various inexplicable reasons.

Unlike this place, where they have to go through all these messy rituals.

Is this the power of religion? Won't these people go crazy doing all this every day?

The women walking here all wear veils to cover their faces and are dressed in exceptionally simple and frugal attire. Men generally wear headscarves, but there are also men who do not.

"Excuse me, miss, would you like a divination?" Just as Elena was pondering where to have a good meal, a mysterious hooded man approached and asked. To his left was a star chart.

amount……

Irene scrutinized the suspicious man. "I'm the only one who ever pretends to be a fortune teller to make (scam) money from people. Where did you come from? What kind of gang are you involved in?"

"Miss...do you need a divination...?" the person said timidly. What's wrong with this person? Their stare is making my skin crawl. Even through a veil, their gaze is enough to send shivers down my spine...what profound skill!

"What can you divine?" Elena asked.

“Santiago will show all the ways for His followers,” the man said mysteriously.

Wow……

What an awesome look.

"How much?" Elena asked.

"The great God will bestow His blessings upon His people. The first divination is free."

“Oh, Santiago is such a good person, no, a good god.” Elena nodded. “Help me predict which foot I will step with next. You know, there are always people in the world who aren’t quite right in the head, and their feet don’t obey them, causing inconvenience. It would be great if we could know which foot we would step with next.”

When did I become so adept at spouting nonsense?

"You're trying to question the omniscience and omnipotence of the great Santiago, but—you'll step on the left."

"I'm so sorry." Elena stepped out with her right foot—wait, why?

She was surprised to find that she had actually stepped out with her left foot.

It was clearly my right foot that I wanted to step out with.

"Miss, how is it?" the fortune teller asked.

“Could my travel companion Qin try it out?” Elena asked. “His first time should be free, right?”

“The great Santiago allowed His followers to ask the questions they deserved—He granted that request,” the diviner said. “This somber-faced man must be Qin. Is he male? I think Qin is a female name.”

Hearing these words, Qin's expression remained unchanged; in fact, his gaze never left his book.

"Aren't you angry?" Elena asked, turning to Qin.

Because he has facial paralysis, even after spending so much time with him, Irene couldn't accurately judge his emotions. Generally speaking, a normal person would be angry upon hearing such rude remarks.

But Qin is not a normal person.

Even so, one must be prepared for him to get angry. If he does get angry, Elena should prepare a strategy of leaving as soon as possible, since burying someone in the sand as soon as they enter the city would cause unnecessary trouble for the rest of the journey.

"Should I be angry?" Hearing Elena's question, Jean slowly closed the book. "Oh, that damned guy, he can't even tell the difference between men and women. I'm going to send him to see Santiago with a sword so he can fix his eyes and rediscover the beauty of humanity and my kindness."

What books have you been reading lately? Please read less of them.

It's really jarring to hear these words from someone like you, a young man with no job, no income, and no savings.

"Haha... Sir, you're so humorous." The fortune teller broke out in a cold sweat. Was he really going to stab him? Surely he wasn't that petty? "Mr. Qin, what do you need me to divine?"

"What will I say next?" Qin asked.

“I will dedicate everything I have to Santiago—my Lord, protect me.”

Is this a prediction of what Qin will say next?

So...so cringey...

Elena was a bit shocked.

Will Qin really say something so melodramatic next?

But after a short while...

"Qin, why aren't you saying anything?" Elena was getting a little bored.

"Should I speak?" Qin asked.

Okay, your next sentence wasn't that melodramatic declaration at all. Why am I suddenly a little disappointed? Did I expect him to say something so melodramatic so I could laugh at him?

"How could this be?" The fortune teller was sweating profusely.

"Mind-distorting magic, is that it?" Elena asked. "Interesting magic. Do you have any accomplices around?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand. Haha...haha..." The fortune teller scratched his head.

"It's really interesting magic to cast spells that interfere with a person's thinking when they're not paying attention, causing them to subconsciously do the wrong thing," Elena said.

Are you questioning Lord Santiago?

"Didn't your Lord Santiago's prophecy not come true for Qin? Do you know why?"

"why?"

"I won't tell you, let your Lord Santiago make a prophecy. Isn't He all-knowing and all-powerful?" Elena said. She must have been tormented for too long before entering the country, and she had nowhere to vent her resentment, so she took it all out on this person.

After all, my personality has always been this bad.

"You...you..." The fortune teller was speechless with anger, "My sister...she bullied me..."

Elena stared in astonishment at the person who was crying and making a scene.

Are you a sore loser?

"My little brother, what are you crying about here?" A woman jumped down from the sky and punched her beloved brother hard on the head, and then... her brother's head was buried in the ground.

Fortunately, the sand was soft, so I guess I wasn't injured.

The way you siblings get along is really great.

"Atlan, the Desert Witch," she introduced herself. "The one pretending to be an ostrich right now is my good-for-nothing brother, Chekhov."

"Elena, the Gray Witch." Elena shook hands with the witch whose face was obscured by a veil. The witch was also wearing a veil, and it was impossible to see her face without magic.

“I knew you were a witch too,” Atlan said, then lifted her brother up. Chekhov’s hood had come off, revealing his childish face, which looked bewildered, as if he hadn’t yet recovered from the righteous iron fist of his dear sister.

Neither Elena nor Atlan were wearing the Star Brooch at this moment.

Because of the clothing, brooches are inconvenient to wear and can easily fall off.

“Your travel companion is quite interesting.” Atlan squinted at Qin. “You were unaffected by my magic. Did you reverse the spell to break it? But I didn’t see you take out your wand.”

“We have no obligation to tell you all the information for free,” Elena said.

"Alright, it was just out of curiosity anyway." Atlan shrugged. "Little brother, I already told you, be more discerning when you're looking for customers next time."

“Sister, are you telling me that outsiders are easy to fool? And, it was clearly you who tacitly approved…” Chekhov hadn’t finished speaking when he saw his sister raise her fist, which was as big as a sandbag.

"It's all my fault, my dear sister. I'll be more careful next time," Chekhov said tearfully.

What's wrong with them? Why aren't they curious anymore? Wasn't my hint obvious enough?

I'll tell you if you pay me.

Aren't you curious?