In these large and small families, in the days when the scam began, they also sent people one after another to find out the bottom of Thor and others.

According to Diller, this phenomenon began around the third or fourth time in the forecast, which is also in line with Saul's predictions. Since you want to grab profits, you naturally have to endure all kinds of eyes and suspicions.

The tails that suddenly appeared did not make contact with the four of them, but just hid in the shadows and observed. Thor and the others didn't care about this, and what they had to do every day was still in order, silently playing their role.

Some of these eyes were withdrawn after looking at them, and some were monitored around the clock, until today, when the hole cards were lifted.

As for the messenger sent by Thor, those eyes did not let go, and tried to follow. Then it was found that the homeless people who delivered the letters were doing repetitive, trivial, and purposeful, and did not waste any more manpower.

The fact that the letters were sent to many families did not attract the attention of the heads of the families, because it was easy to understand that it was certainly impossible to sell only one good thing. And the last letter also made it clear that the Grand Astrologer was going to recruit 'a batch' of apprentices.

All kinds of information about the four people of Sol have also been sent to everyone's homes one after another. A lizardman, a halfling, a maid, an old man, where they went and what they did every day.

The origin of these four people is unknown, and they obviously belong to foreign forces.

And for the heads of the family, the most amazing part is naturally that the old man and his party of four have never entered the arena to participate in the event these days, as if they know everything without leaving home.

In fact, after returning from the arena, on the first day of the scam, Thor maintained his old man disguise. Even wandering the streets, the small group could see that it was clearly led by the elderly, with a maid taking care of the living, and two alien guards resembling guards.

Later, he found it too troublesome to remove his disguise every day, so Thor simply kept looking like an old man, including sleeping. It's also hard for Beth, a little shiitake mushroom, to sleep with an old man with a bark-like face all day long.

A new day came, and the four of them got up on time as usual, looking a little excited. Today is a day of flop, a day of harvest, and a day of danger.

The four of them sat around the breakfast table, whispered through the details, and left the hotel.

As soon as they stepped onto the street, they could feel a lot of vague eyes patrolling by, and the four of them walked quietly.

Arriving at Fountain Square in the East City District, the two guards, Stant and Diller, opened what had been prepared and quickly erected a slightly larger spired tent in the center of the square. It's simple enough, but it's mysterious enough.

The agreed time with the heads of the house was from morning to noon, and it was just after morning, but a carriage could already be seen parked at the edge of the square, and it was obvious that the head of the house had already arrived early.

Ostein arrived neither early nor late, and although he hurried out after breakfast, he found that there were already two in line before him. One is the Fingal family, the other is the Andernu family, and Ostein sees it clearly.

Although they don't have much friendship with each other, they are both eating in the imperial capital circle, and they are not too strangers overall.

As he jumped out of the carriage, Ostein took a look at his surroundings. The morning air is fresh, lingering with the faint scent of grass flowers in some squares, and the surrounding street lamps faintly reflect the scenery of the entire fountain square.

When I looked up, I saw the head of the Andnu family walking towards the tent with his servants. At the door of the tent, the servant was stopped, and in the end, the head of the Andnu family could only enter the tent with a bag of things.

Ostein was silent, just watching from afar.

I waited for a while, and it was not long or short.

Then Ostein saw the head of the Andenum family come out of the tent, pursed his lips slightly, and the expression on his face did not show joy or anger. Although I don't know how the other party is talking, the bag of things I was holding in my hand before is gone.

Looking left and right, Ostein realized that Fingal and the Andernus family seemed to have already entered, but they still hadn't left at the moment, and it was obviously his turn now. Osten's eyes froze, then he waved his hand at the already prepared servant behind him.

The master and servant walked to the door of the tent one after the other, and were stopped by the lizardmen and halfling guards standing on either side of the tent.

"Please meet the Master alone, and at the same time please be mindful of your words and deeds and mannerisms at all times. The lizardman guard raised his hand to stop him and reminded him, his squinting gaze swept grimly over the two Ostein masters and servants, as if to judge whether they were a threat or not.

Ostan could clearly judge that this lizardman only had the strength of the third order, but the other party stared at him without flinching, obviously not taking his fourth-order strength in his eyes, and Ostan was not surprised by this.

Lizardmen and halflings, two third-order guards of different races, this combination is a bit strange, but it doesn't mean anything. Turning to take a heavy bag of coins from the servant, Ostein waved the servant away and followed the halfling guard into the tent.

The vision suddenly dimmed, and the light in the tent was a little dim, and there was no lighting around it, except for a delicate little table on which a small stand held a crystal ball that was emitting a faint light.

There was not much furnishings in the whole tent, a small table with crystal balls, quaint shelves on either side, and a beautifully embroidered square carpet on the ground in the center of the tent.

On the shelves were a few strange beast bones, some strangely shaped stones, and some potions and scrolls of unknown use. The shimmer of the crystal ball permeated the tent, plading everything with a layer of pale purple, making the atmosphere seem mysterious and oppressive.

An old man sat behind a small table, and next to him stood a maid with her head slightly bowed. The maid has a beautiful appearance, but she is wearing a strange silver mask with half of her face, and she can vaguely feel her first-order aura.

The old man sitting in the middle was obviously the main target of his visit today, he had a deeply wrinkled face, silver hair, and slightly loose flesh, but his eyes were not cloudy but bright.

As he looked at the other man, the old man was also looking at him, and Ostein felt that the other party's gaze was very powerful.

There is no rank aura felt on the old man, so there are two possibilities, one is that the other party is just an ordinary person, and the other is that the strength of the other party has far exceeded his own perception range, and Ostan naturally classified the old man into the latter category.

"Hello Master Buu. Ostein looked left and right, and could only put the cloth bag containing the gold coins in his hand at his feet, then bent down slightly, raised his head and pressed his hand to his chest, and saluted respectfully.

"Hello, young man. The old man behind the table waved his hand slightly, and his voice was a little old and hoarse.

Osten, who was middle-aged, didn't think there was anything wrong with the term 'young man', and just as he was thinking about how to proceed with the rest of the conversation, the old man at the table spoke again.

"What is the name, gender, and age of the juniors in the family?" the old man asked.

"Oh, that's my youngest son, Koyol Pims, who just turned nine this year. Ostein was puzzled for a moment, and then immediately reacted that the other party was asking which junior he was going to send to the Academy of Astrology, and hurriedly replied with his hands folded.

Hearing Ostan's answer, the old man had no expression on his face, except that the maid standing beside him was holding a book-like object and was writing down what Ostein said with a quill.

After the maid finished recording, the whole person stepped forward and made a gesture of holding his hands at Ostan, apparently signaling Ostein to hand her the money bag he brought at his feet.

Ostein lifted the money bag, suddenly hesitated, and did not put it in the maid's hand. I didn't know what to ask! It's just that the rhythm of the conversation has been carried away, and Ostein hasn't sorted out what he wants to ask for a while.

"Master, may I ask a question?" Ostenn suddenly looked up at the old man.

"You say. The old man nodded, and the maid fell back into place in silence.

"Excuse me, Master, how did you predict the outcome of the semi-finals, and I mean some specific methods...... Hmm, or steps or something?" As his thoughts turned, Ostein could only hold out a question in a panic.

At this time, Ostein was in a similar state to when he walked around the study last night, and he had some questions in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak, or he felt a little unable to ask. You can't just ask someone if your astrology is true or false, how can you prove it?

Now that the other party is ready to collect the money, Ostein knows that if he doesn't ask again, he may not have a chance.

"I'm sorry, young man, but I don't have time to tell you about the origin of astrology or the principles of prediction, and even if you were willing to listen, it would take many years. If your child is smart and studious, I believe that he may be able to answer this question for himself in many years. ”

The old man's voice was steady, and there was no emotion, but this answer was equivalent to answering nothing.

"Master, can you please be in person...... This showcase, the greatness of astrology? Oh, I mean......" Ostan was so adamant that he didn't dare to speak too seriously about his doubts, and he couldn't even speak too bluntly.

The old man on the other side waved his hand without waiting for him to finish, obviously the other party had understood the vague meaning of Ostan's words.

"It is precisely because of the concerns and doubts of the family masters that I have already made a prediction with mental energy before the start of your local arena competition. If you think those predictions still don't tell the story, then I'm sorry. ”

"I can understand your suspicions, but it's not busking, and I don't have anything to show over and over again. Astrology is an ancient and vast great science, and a brilliant talent for learning is only one aspect, and more importantly, a pious heart. ”

"Cross out the name, come on, send this guest away. ”

The old man's tone was still tepid, but his answer was clear, I had already made a prediction about the outcome of the event, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, it's not a mandatory thing in the first place.

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