Chapter Forty-Eight: You Can't Say It, You Can't Say It, You Can't Say It, You Can't Say It,

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It's a pity that not only did Alan not know what dinner was, but before the hexagram was discharged, he originally thought that he would have to get a good deal about his restraint on the soothsayer, but what he never expected was that when the wooden sign fell out of the box, he found that he didn't know any of the words on the hexagram stick。。。。。。

Play with hair!

Everyone is arguing with each other under the condition that they have some direct understanding of each other - the other party's undisciplined nature obviously broke through his imagination, and the words on the hexagram are not even Japanese, this is completely a seller's market, is it good?

In the case of completely uninformed, the only thing that can happen when you meet a fortune teller who genuinely guides you is to pay a wave of tuition.

After considering the direct relationship between the wallet and the festival, the next moment when the divination teacher tried to explain the hexagram, beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Allen's forehead, which was originally sitting there, and they expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With the sound of ticking water, drops of sweat that had condensed into the size of soybean grains smashed on the table, and at the same time, Allen's cheeks began to appear noticeably pale.

"Huh?"

The sudden change directly frightened the witch lady who was ready to set the routine, and she hurriedly released a few healing spells at Allen, but it didn't work at all, Allen's face was still so pale, and a lot of sweat kept dripping down.

This kind of commotion directly frightened the other students - they didn't understand what was happening, especially the students who had just come for the first time, they all thought that this was the witch's punishment for Alan, after all, Eren didn't have much respect for the god in the previous conversation.

In particular, the use of that money box for divination is a method that many students have never heard of, and they are more suspicious of the release of a curse than divination - no, even Alen, who is usually very strong, has not been spelled by this spell?

So, inadvertently, the shrine maiden gained a lot of awe, although it wasn't what she wanted.

After taking out his royal coin and making one last failed attempt, Alan was helped out of the classroom by his roommate and went to the school doctor to ask for help, while the other side was rejected by the embarrassed Alan saying that he and his two roommates would go without the help of the professor, and the witch professor watched Alan go away with concerned eyes - but the students present said that they felt as if the professor had lost a large sum of money.

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I don't want to mention what happened in the classroom for the time being, anyway, I didn't think far Alan took out the kettle from the bag and swallowed it in a big gulp, and as the pot of water disappeared, Alan touched his mouth, and casually conjured the stem of a plant and put it in his mouth.

"Eh, Alan, are you alright?"

"Of course it's fine, but if I stay a little longer, I maybe. Alan spread his hands and cleaned up the sweat from his face.

"She's a professor, how can she just do something to a student?"

"Didn't you just get sick all of a sudden? Did the professor use some kind of curse on you?"

"No, I actually pretended to be myself. "A salt-soaked plum was stuffed into Alan's mouth, he had just lost too much salt and needed to be replenished urgently.

This answer caused Alan to gain the unanimous contempt of his roommates, and Marshall grabbed his hair in pain:

"Oh no, Alan - don't do that, do you know what you're missing?

That's clear, and when you were intercepted by the professor, you had all the information. The shrine maiden wasn't a big grade—people only came to the school to be professors because of their high level!!

Do you know how difficult it is to get into this professor's classroom on a normal day?

Did you know that Mahoutokoro deliberately did not allow junior students to come into contact with divination classes in order to control the number of people?

Do you know how many people want to offer an offering to this shrine maiden and receive the blessing of that god?

You know, the shrine maiden blessed only a few people, and they all said that they would be lucky enough to pick up gold gallons in the coming week!!

Especially her divination, which is almost never used before!!

You've wasted such a good opportunity—Merlin, punish the sinner in front of you. ”

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It's hard for you to find out so much information in such a short time.

However, Eren seriously suspected that the shrine maiden had been specially selected to cheat the lucky people out of money—after all, the other party was too suspicious.

But this Alan didn't plan to say it - after all, he was not a real liar, but a capable one, and he could not buy other people's crafts, but the insult would be excessive.

Therefore, I hope that Marshall can make a wave of worship as he wishes, and it is estimated that he can reap a wave of blessings, after all, people have real things in their hands, and if Alan didn't have the existence of the system and had money, he would have waved his money bag and shouted buy buy buy at this moment.

So he shook his hand and strode towards the camp: "I'm not going to the doctor's—I'll sleep in the camp, and if you're going back to class, the professor will say I've been cured by another professor, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor!"

The remaining two glanced at each other, and finally chose to take a break between class and sleep.

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At noon, the three of them who had slept beautifully yawned while tidying up their clothes to make themselves look like they had come back for sleep, and after everything was ready, they began to walk towards the dining place.

Unexpectedly, Hufflepuff's spirit was not very good today, and he was sluggish when he saw a few people coming.

Isn't it, it's just that I haven't slept at all, can it be so miserable?

While rinsing his mouth with water, he told the truth to the other wizard who greeted Allen.

Didn't the Hufflepuff students steal a wave of herbs in the morning?

After the professor assured that he was not using a curse and briefly explained his divination spell, the group accepted the statement.

However, bad luck is bad luck, and today another Hufflepuff is sick.

Then he thought of the herbs in the morning—no one could tell if they were contaminated with other pollen that could make people sick.

After taking time off work to go to the toilet for a wave of vomiting, he felt good about himself and told the others, and then there was no need to say more about what happened.

Looking at the table full of tired and concerned eyes and words that kept asking how the situation was, Alan and the other two swallowed their mouths and frothed, then looked at each other.

There was a clear meaning in his eyes - he couldn't say it, he couldn't say it if he was killed!!