Night World Players

Chapter 112: That's too much. I was here first

Chapter 112: That's too much. I was here first (5k)

The sky darkened, and the blood-red sunset glow came from the western dome, spreading all over the street.

On the deserted streets, the flow of people gradually became sparse, no longer as crowded as during the day.

Although the rudiments of electricity already existed in this era, technological development had almost stagnated since the catastrophe, and nighttime lighting was still not convenient. Naturally, it was impossible to achieve the grand occasion of bright lights all night long like modern cities, making it like a city that never sleeps.

Until this moment, this city began to have a more real sense of being... "the underworld".

Helen was walking on the street, holding a string of meatballs in her left hand and a bag of pancakes in her right hand, eating them in small bites. Behind her, Rast was holding the grilled fish that she had not finished eating.

"How is it, is the taste of the street stall okay?"

Luster asked.

The next moment, he saw a line of beautiful ice-blue handwriting on his collar: "The meatballs are a little fuzzy, but the pancakes taste okay."

Because there were fewer people around, the risk of being noticed by others was greatly reduced, and the way Helen and Last communicated became much more casual.

Last's collar, cuffs, palms, trouser legs... all became places for Helen to write.

There was even one time before when Last noticed that Helen had quietly drawn a little turtle on the back of her hand. Only after she realized that Last had discovered it did she hurriedly wipe it off.

"Anyway, they're all delicious."

On the collar, the beautiful ice-blue handwriting paused.

"It tastes better than the one in the palace, OvO."

"I didn't expect that His Majesty would speak so highly of them. It is an honor for them."

Last smiled and said, "But if this is the case, the royal chefs in the palace will probably be heartbroken..."

"I have painstakingly crafted these dishes for decades, and both the cooking skills and ingredients are top-notch... but in the eyes of His Majesty, they are not as good as those sold at street stalls."

Helen shook her head slightly: "I'm tired of eating those."

She ate the last meatball on the skewer and looked at the empty skewer. A hint of unsatisfied taste flashed in her dark purple eyes: "These are things I have never eaten before."

"The taste is very novel and special QwQ."

After this period of time together, and with Laster's tireless and patient communication, Helen's written communication skills have improved a lot.

She is no longer like in the beginning, where she could only utter a few extremely simple words and phrases, leaving others to fill in the blanks and half-guess what she is really thinking...but now she can communicate like a normal person and utter complete sentences.

Under Last's instruction, Helen even learned to use emoticons and emojis, but she was not very proficient in this, and her use of them often caused a sense of disarray.

She carefully picked up the empty wooden stick and held it solemnly in the palm of her hand, along with the other wooden sticks and the empty packaging.

When in the palace, Helen always threw away the food after eating. Anyway, there would be Rast or other maids to clean up everything.

But during this trip, Last told her that as a member of the royal city, they need to keep their garbage away after going out, and throwing it away at will is irresponsible to the city's environment and hygiene.

So throughout the day, Helen was very careful and collected all the empty packaging left over from her meals, preparing to take them back to the palace for centralized processing.

"But why......"

Helen finished the meatballs and took a bite of the pancake in her right hand. A hint of confusion flashed in her dark purple eyes:
"The pancake vendor ruined five batches of ingredients before he finally succeeded once."

She tilted her head, a strand of ice-blue hair falling from her forehead: "Is the boss sick? He will lose money if he does business like this, right? (╯°口°)╯"

"Maybe. Besides being sick, it could also be that he was cuckolded."

Luster nodded, ignoring the irrelevant emoji at the end: "But it's hard to say. It's possible that the pancake stand owner is actually a plainclothes policeman who is carrying out a special mission, and the pancake stand owner's identity is just a disguise?"

"So that's it."

"That pancake boss is awesomeΣ(°△°|||)"

A hint of surprise flashed in Helen's eyes, and she looked at the pancake in her hand carefully.
After discovering that the other party no longer worried about this issue, Last also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The owners of these roadside stalls are all temporary employees. It would be a miracle if they could be skilled.

Otherwise, why is it that every time Helen and Last get hungry while shopping, there will always be a snack stand where you don't have to queue up and appear at the right time?

But making pancakes is such a simple job...the person who can flip it five times in a row is truly an amazing person. It made Laster doubt how the other party passed the shore guard assessment in the first place.

……

The sun set slowly, and the boundless darkness gradually rose, covering the scorching sky.

They walked on the street dyed red by the setting sun, and their slanted shadows were infinitely stretched in the sunset.

"We've been to the circus, the opera house, the adventurer's tavern, the detective agency... we've been to all of these, so the next step should be the divination club, right?"

Laster recalled the first half of "Silver Wing Chronicles", the journey in which the male and female protagonists took over and traveled around the continent together.

The Mermaid Island in the deep sea, the Sky Island floating in the sky, the Lilliput Kingdom, the Candy City where all the buildings are made of chocolate... these are places that only exist in fairy tale fantasies, and of course they can't really visit them.

Even if the shore guard team possessed superpowers, it would be impossible for them to really build a floating island out of thin air.

But apart from these, Last and Helen visited all other places that exist in reality today, although most of them were just gutter versions rushed out by the members of the Shore Watch team.

And now, the Fortune Telling Club is the only one left.

He had previously secretly passed on the places in the Silver Wing Chronicles that Her Majesty the Queen might want to go to to his teammates on the shore, but Last was not sure whether his teammates on the shore would be able to complete the work in time...

He could see that his teammates were already exhausted and had exposed their flaws in many places before. It was only thanks to Laster's timely smoothing over that they were able to resolve the situation.

Now that it's getting late, it might be a good idea to just go back to the palace.

Thinking of this...Last noticed that the girl next to him suddenly stopped walking again.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the "Astrologer" sign hanging not far away.

"The shop will be closed soon."

"However, since you are the last guest, I will tell your fortune for free."

"Those who wish to have their fortunes read please enter... The rest of you can wait outside the store."

A clear female voice came from the shadow behind the curtain, which was quite pleasant to the ear.

But to Rast's ears, this voice seemed so familiar -

Gray?

According to Shadow Servant, didn't he ask Gray to stay at the command center in the rear and be on standby?

So, was there a sudden change of plan, or did Grey take the initiative to propose to come?
However, fortune teller, senior level of "Destiny" sequence... this is indeed Gray's job.

Although Gray's rank is insignificant compared to Helen, the Queen of the Underworld at this moment.

However, the so-called "fate" is actually very mysterious, and it is difficult to infer the long sequence using common sense.

Long before Grey truly became a transcendent, the power of destiny she activated in her subconscious mind... was able to trap a pollutant from the evil god Zhu Yue forever in the intersecting time and space.

If it weren't for the arrival of Rast and Hiltina, which broke the endless cycle of Frozen Water Town, even ordinary third or fourth level transcendents who entered it would likely be lost forever.

This is the terrifying thing about the unique sequence of "fate".

If Gray's timing, condition, and inspiration were good enough... then she might not have the opportunity to foresee the sixth level, or even the legendary fate, in her current state.

As his mind raced, Rast felt his right hand being tugged by a soft little hand.

He looked up and saw Helen looking at him with expectation and eagerness.

Come to think of it, the Fortune Telling Club is also a very important place in "Silver Wing Chronicles".

Luster nodded.

The next moment, the queen with long ice-blue hair took brisk steps and opened the curtain impatiently.

Then, walked into it.

……

The interior decoration of the divination hut is very simple, with only a wooden table.

There was a crystal ball on the long table, and behind the table sat a girl with her face covered in a hood.

The walls of the shop are made of wooden boards joined together with rivets. An experienced craftsman can tell at a glance that this is a temporary structure.

But Helen obviously has no experience in this area -

So she just walked into the cabin with light steps, and then sat down opposite the wooden table with the crystal ball according to the description of divination in "Silver Wing Chronicle", and placed her hands obediently and quietly on her knees.

"My dear guest, what kind of divination would you like to have?"

A faint female voice came from behind the crystal ball. The voice was still a little childish and did not sound very old.

Helen tilted her head and thought for a while, then picked up a pencil and started writing in her notebook... She didn't want to accidentally expose her identity and ruin this divination she had been looking forward to for a long time. After a moment, she held up the notebook and said, "Can you predict what my favorite color is?"

The voice on the other side of the crystal ball paused for a moment, and then rang softly: "Blue."

"What about the fruit I usually eat the most?"

"Grape."

"What time do I usually go to bed?"

"Normally it's eleven at night... but you often stay up late and light a lamp to read story books, so it's possible that it's two or three in the morning."

……

New questions are constantly being written into the little notebook.

After a few questions, the writing speed in the small notebook gradually slowed down.

Looking at the questions written in the small notebook, a slight light flashed in Helen's eyes.

Every time, the fortune teller was able to answer his own questions fluently.

And the answers are exactly the same as Helen's own facts.

Although Helen has never seen the outside world, she has her own thoughts... "Silver Wing Chronicles" also describes cases where some scammers pretended to be fortune tellers to defraud money.

Therefore, although Helen felt happy and excited that the story in the book had come true, she still remained alert and suspected that the other party was a liar.

However, after a few questions, Helen denied this guess in her heart.

There was a hint of hesitation in her writing.

After a long time, the line of beautiful handwriting finally came to an end.

"I can……"

"Ask about my own future?"

“The question is too broad and vague.”

"What a fortune teller can see is only a glimpse of the trajectory of fate and a corner of the future."

"Let alone humans, whose fate is extremely complicated... even a fortune teller cannot fully understand the life of a butterfly."

Behind the crystal ball, the thin girl in a hooded jumpsuit spoke softly.

"If you really want to know about your future, it would be better to add some specific qualifiers and conditions... such as your future with someone, or the outcome of a certain event."

"So--"

Helen's fingers holding the pen trembled slightly.

"I want to know the future of me and Rust."

"And there is also...our ending."

The Queen of the Underworld's originally beautiful handwriting trembled slightly.

Because of this, she didn't notice when she wrote the name.

The thin fortune teller on the other side of the crystal ball also stiffened for a moment.

However, the fortune teller quickly returned to normal and spoke in a calm voice.

"Lassiter... who is that?"

"What is his relationship with you? These are necessary conditions for divination."

“I don’t know either…”

Hearing this, Helen's beautiful handwriting seemed to be a little confused.

"Last suddenly appeared in the palace and beside me."

"But I don't know why... I've seen his appearance before. It's exactly the same as a clay doll that is bound to my soul."

"Moreover, when I saw Rast, I felt an inexplicable sense of closeness in my heart."

"It was as if we had known each other a long, long time ago, and were of the same kind who could lick each other's wounds... When I saw Rust, I unconsciously wanted to protect him and help him."

"In order to satisfy my own desire to protect him, I even want to turn Rust into what he calls a 'specimen' and keep him by my side forever..."

As she wrote this, the confusion in her dark purple eyes disappeared.

Instead, there is a barely perceptible hint of joy.

"It may be a bit self-willed to say this... but after meeting him, I began to look forward to every day of my life from now on."

"Laster, he tolerates all my willfulness in the palace. Even if I draw a turtle on the back of his hand, he will just laugh it off... Even if I want to run out of the palace to play outside, he will try his best to satisfy me."

"Today is the happiest day of my life. I saw many sights I have never seen before and ate many foods I have never eaten before."

"It's just like a fairy tale I read before, where the plague witch, who was hated by the whole world, lost her memory and met a knight boy... Her dull and unchanging life finally became bright again."

"I really like that story... because the heroine's experience in that story is very similar to mine, and I also really enjoyed the time I spent with Rust."

"Every day I spend with him makes me so happy o(≧口≦)o(crossed out)"

"I think, if I am the heroine of the story, the Plague Witch... then Luster is the young knight who met the Witch of Amnesia in the fairy tale book, and he is the hero of my story."

The tip of her pen paused slightly on the paper and she crossed out the characters on the second-to-last line.

It seemed that because she had found someone to talk to, she unconsciously used the newly learned emoticons in every word she spoke.

"so……"

Helen stopped writing and looked straight at the petite fortune teller in front of her.

A hint of cowardice and timidity flashed in those dark purple eyes.

But in the end, she raised her head again, and her gaze became extremely serious.

"I want to know where the future of me and Rast will go."

"Can we...be like the story in that fairy tale book, where the hero and heroine are together till the end and have a perfect ending?"

The ice-blue-haired girl had a serious look on her face and seemed extremely serious.

The reason why she is so fond of "Silver Wings Chronicle" is because the heroine of this fairy tale book is in a situation so similar to hers.

In countless sleepless nights without stars, Helen would use the fairy tale book that had been read to pieces to imagine herself as the heroine of the fairy tale.

After all kinds of adventures, traveling across the continent, experiencing many strange things, and meeting all kinds of people.

In "Silver Wings Chronicles", the heroine, the Plague Witch, once met a fortune teller who was elusive but could predict the future.

The fortune teller predicted to her that she would eventually be redeemed and her long suffering would end.

Out of trust in this prophecy... in countless times when her power was on the verge of getting out of control and about to fall into the abyss of no return, the witch was able to struggle to find herself and wait for the hero to save her.

It is precisely because of this——

When a real fortune teller really appeared before her, Helen was extremely eager to know the answer.

She longed to know whether she could be with the boy till the end.

Welcome the happy ending in the fairy tale.

Looking at the paper, every word conveys passionate emotions.

The petite fortune teller was clearly stunned for a moment.

“That’s really too much…”

"Mingming, I was here first..."

She unconsciously clenched her fists and uttered to herself so that only she could hear.

But in the end, the petite fortune teller's fist slowly relaxed.

"I see. Let me help you take a look."

"I wonder whether your story with Brother Raste... and him has a good or bad ending."