"What a prophet, it's just a pretending guy who studies psychology. ”

After filling out the last test, the straw sandpaper burned on its own, as Bejeka said, and soon turned into a handful of ashes.

Lance knew that the results of filling in would definitely be automatically passed on to the so-called prophet. However, Lance has carefully considered each of the above questions, and has not revealed too much personal information about himself, at most, his personality may be reflected.

Based on this result, it would not be surprising if the prophet Eminem broke down Lance's state of mind in a word.

After all, in Lance's previous life, there were also many famous masters of psychology who could draw some relatively reliable conclusions through similar tests in Guò.

But this thing has nothing to do with divination.

"I'm really a liar. ”

Lance thought to himself.

But now, it doesn't matter if she's a liar or not, since she has spent a lot of hard work to get the divination quota, she has to go and see if that guy is really genuine.

Thinking of this, he left the Conch Tavern with Mia.

......

When Lance arrived at the Prophet Eminem's hut, Bejeka had just finished the divination process and walked out of the hut with a strange expression.

"Where's Jamie?" asked Lance casually.

Who knew that this time, Bejieka's tone was surprisingly bad, leaving only a cold sentence: "I don't know." I still have things. ”

Then the whole person passed by Lance, as if there was something urgent to do.

Lance frowned. Ever since the two met. Although Bejieka was eccentric, she had never spoken to herself in such a tone as she did today.

"Divination messed up?" a possibility came to Lance's mind.

"You're here for divination, aren't you?"

The old woman who had been working in the strawberry fields appeared to Lance out of nowhere. She carried the hoe in her hand as always.

Lance nodded and handed the rag doll in his hand.

"I can't see it, the three of you have your own abilities, and it's not easy to get together. Alright, you can go in, Eminem-sama is waiting for you in the hut. ”

The old woman's tone finally softened a little.

Lance took Mia's hand and was about to walk in, when the old woman suddenly shouted, "You are alone!

Lance frowned, "But I can't leave her alone." ”

"I don't care about that. It's the rule. The old woman said harshly, "You have only one rag doll, and you can only go in alone." It's a dead rule. It can't be changed. ”

Mia suddenly panicked. It's like I've done something wrong.

"It's alright, Mia. Lance whispered reassuringly.

"Then let me go in, and will you look after her for me?" he looked at the old woman.

The old woman rolled her eyes and sneered, "I'm not your nanny. Why do you want to watch your daughter?"

Lance was a little on fire. The old woman didn't say anything at all, but left Mia alone outside. He was a little uneasy.

"Then I'll come back next time. He suppressed his anger and prepared to take back the rag doll.

The old woman reluctantly took the doll out, and who knew that it was at this time. Suddenly, a nice voice came from the cabin: "Let them come in with them." ”

Sounds like a young woman.

Lance was a little curious, he originally thought that the so-called prophet Eminem should be an old woman about the same age as the old woman.

Hearing this, the old woman's face seemed to be ghostly, and she immediately hesitated: "But, my lord...... Your rules?"

"Today is different. A nice voice continued to come from the cabin: "I want to see her too." What's more, I set the rules. ”

"Okay, a qiē as you wish. The old woman said respectfully.

Then she said to the two of them, "You can go in." Remember, don't mess around. ”

The latter sentence was said viciously to Mia.

Lance handed the doll back and led Mia down the path through the strawberry field, Mia looked at the green strawberries curiously, resisting the urge to reach out and pick them.

The two of them walked to the end of the strawberry field, which was a small house with a side door slightly open.

"Come in, two of you. ”

The Prophet Eminem said.

Lance pushed open the side door and found that the light inside was unusually dim. A faint smell of incense permeated the air, which made people's minds sober up a little.

The room was small, separated by a thin curtain in the middle. Lance sat in his chair and could only see a vague outline.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

The person on the other side didn't pay attention to Lance, but asked about Mia first.

Mia said timidly, "Mia." ”

"Good girl, you are not a diviner today, so please go and rest next door for a while. Waiting for this ...... of yours Friend, after the divination is done, you leave together. Okay?"

Unlike the old woman in the strawberry field, the prophet Eminem was very talkative.

Mia nodded. She walked over to the coral closet next to her, and naturally opened the door to the coral closet and slipped inside.

Obviously, this is a witchcraft agency.

But Lance was taken aback: "How does she know ......"

Of course she does. Eminem said lightly: "With her identity, the sea clan doesn't need to learn for her, this kind of secret door has long been condensed in her blood, this is her instinct." ”

"You're from the Sea Clan too?" said Lance tentatively.

"It used to be. The other party's answer was impeccable: "But Mr. Lance, you didn't give me divination today, so you don't need to know more about me." ”

"Okay. Lance shrugged.

"You have three hourglass times. ”

One corner of the curtain was pulled open, and a snow-white hand reached out from there. Placing the three small hourglasses in this way, she turned the first one upside down, and time began to pass little by little.

Taking advantage of this moment, Lance couldn't help but glance towards the window screen, and with his eagle eyesight, he naturally saw the face of the person opposite clearly.

"I didn't expect this prophet Eminem to be so young. Lance was slightly startled.

Sitting across from her was a clearly youthful and energetic woman, who did not look to be more than twenty-five years old, with sea-blue hair, but her appearance was closer to that of a human.

The reason why Lance dared to draw such a conclusion. It's because he didn't feel any magic from Eminem. She looked like a completely normal person.

If it's a wizard. Then she might be an old youkai.

"It's not a good habit to peek at other people's faces. If you meet a soothsayer with a bad temper, maybe your hard work has been in vain. ”

Eminem said lightly, "Mr. Lance, have you seen enough?"

Lance chuckled dryly, "That's enough." ”

"Alright, let's get started. Eminem said, "What's wrong with you?" can be raised. I'll answer as much as I can. However, it is not guaranteed to be 100% correct. ”

"Didn't you say your prediction was 100 percent correct?" Lance asked.

For everyone else, it is. Eminem said calmly, "But you, it's different. ”

"What's wrong with me?" Lance continued.

"Because you're an alien. Eminem's voice rang in Lance's ears like a thunderbolt from the blue: "That aqua blue planet...... It's your hometown, right?"

"You are the third Exotic I have ever divined. Your fate is related to the heart of the plane you are in, so I can't fully predict it, so please forgive me. ”

......

In the quiet of the cabin, Lance could not speak. He couldn't figure out whether Eminem was playing tricks, or if he really saw his fate and origin.

"Tell me your question, the first hourglass is almost finished. Eminem reminded.

"Good. Lance groaned for a moment and asked, "Suppose...... Just assuming that I am indeed a foreigner as you call me, then I would like to ask, is there any chance that I will return to my homeland in my lifetime?"

"Interesting question. Eminem whispered, "I'll do my best." ”

As she spoke, she reached over her little snow-white hand again, "Give me your hand." ”

Lance gently grasped the Prophet's hand, a cold touch stimulating his nerves.

"Cold-blooded, sure enough, is the characteristic of the Sea Clan. Lance was secretly surprised.

This Eminem looks like a human woman, but in fact she's a sea tribe.

Just as he was thinking this, the small hand that grabbed Lance suddenly grabbed him tightly, "Don't be distracted, Mr. Lance. I need your cooperation. ”

"Huh?"

"Try to remember things about your hometown. Just reminiscing. I need some clues to tease out the tributaries of fate. ”

In Lance's mind, he suddenly began to think of the days when he had struggled to survive on Earth.

All sorts of images flickered before his eyes, as if they had happened yesterday, but since he had been born again, it seemed as if a century had passed.

He even doubted that even if he could return to Earth, he would be able to adapt to life there. When the memories become distant, the memories become strange, and sometimes, he even doubts whether these memories are real.

Or maybe it's just a dream.

......

When the second hourglass was gone, the hand that held Lance tightly suddenly relaxed.

On the other side of the curtain, there was a continuous wheezing sound.

"Are you alright?" Lance glanced at his hand, which was visibly bruised, and the woman was quite strong.

"No problem. ”

After a long while, Eminem replied a little weakly, "I can give you the answer." I see a future that is certain, and you will return to your hometown...... But it doesn't seem like it's where you used to be, and you're going to encounter ...... there."

"What happened?" asked Lance. (To be continued......)