Mercenary Wars

Chapter 48 The Edge of Destiny

"My friend invited me to a hidden cave to look for ancient relics, and I wondered if it was worth going?" said Gao Jianuo.

The thin fortune teller hesitated for a moment. "Could you give me more details? The time, the place, and your friends? That would make the divination faster."

Gao Jianuo: "The invitation was yesterday. The departure time is uncertain, but it shouldn't be long, maybe a few days later. I'm not sure where the cave is, but it should be inside Prestor Castle. The friend who invited me is in the potion business. That's all I can tell you."

"Okay." The thin fortune teller nodded, then rubbed the silver coin between his hands.

After a few seconds, he threw the coin.

The silver coin fell to the ground, but instead of stopping as quickly as before, it spun rapidly.

The two waited for the result.

At first, the fortune teller had a smile on his face, but when the silver coin spun for more than ten seconds with no sign of stopping, his smile gradually disappeared.

Half a minute passed, and the silver coin continued to spin rapidly.

The fortune teller's expression turned serious.

A minute later, the silver coin was still spinning.

The fortune teller was a little panicked, and his fingers were scratching back and forth on his chin, showing that he was getting more and more nervous.

It's been two minutes and the coin is still spinning.

"How could this happen? Why is there still no result..." The fortune teller's voice trembled.

The other fortune tellers nearby looked over, some laughed, some sympathized, and some just shook their heads.

Five minutes later, it's still spinning.

At this time, not only was the thin fortune teller extremely panicked, but the other fortune tellers who were watching also changed their expressions and gathered in twos and threes to discuss in a low voice.

Then, no one knew who took the lead, but the fortune tellers packed up their stalls and ran away!
For a moment, only Gao Jianuo and the thin fortune teller were left nearby.

"You are level three and only know three holy names... right?" The fortune teller's voice was filled with despair, and his face was paler than it was five minutes ago.

"Level three, I swear." Gao Jianuo also realized that something seemed to be seriously wrong. "How about we cancel this divination?"

The fortune teller closed his eyes, shook his head, and sighed weakly, "It's useless. Even if I stop, the price I paid will not be refunded. This is all my own fault. I should have seen this coming..."

Seeing that the silver coin was still spinning, he felt relieved.

He picked up the bag beside him and said as he searched through it, "An old fortune teller once told me that most people's destinies are straightforward. Even without using blessing abilities or magic, it's not difficult to predict."

"However, there are also a very small number of people known as 'the edge of fate'. Even gods find it difficult to fully predict their future. If a fortune teller encounters such a person, the best option is to refuse to receive them. Otherwise..."

He didn't continue speaking, but took out a letter from his bag.

Looking at the letter in his hand, the fortune teller sighed and said, "I'd like to ask you to deliver this letter to Xibel in Axe City. The detailed address is already written on the envelope. In return, you will get everything I have, as well as the divination results."

Gao Jianuo was a little shocked.

Is this... a last word?

Is it that exaggerated?

Anxiety appeared on the fortune teller's face: "Is it possible?"

Gao Jianuo: "I...Okay, I promise you, I will go to Ax City at a certain time. As long as I get there, I will give the letter to Xibel according to the address."

"Thank you." The fortune teller breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he seemed to remember something and took out a diary from his bag. He said with difficulty, "I hope you can burn this diary for me. Don't read it... at least don't show it to Xibel."

"Okay." The silver coin finally showed signs of stopping, its speed slowed down sharply, and it gradually fell over in the shock.

The fortune teller took a deep breath and said, "My name is Amaro Fortunak Sin'dorelun Rosier. Please write 'The Fortune Teller at the Edge of Fate' on my tombstone."

The coin falls.

front.

Amaro also fell down.

Gao Jianuo subconsciously reached out to help, and then a string of information flashed by.

[Status: Dead]

Really dead!
A fortune teller actually died!

Gao Jianuo felt extremely overwhelmed.

He quickly looked around and saw that there was no one around. He immediately put all the things, including Amaro's body, into the storage ring and ran away quickly.

Although he did not believe he was responsible, he found it difficult to explain.

And according to Amaro, he is an extremely rare "fate edge". If he explains this to the sheriff, this news will inevitably be known to many people, and the consequences will be unpredictable.

It just so happened that there was no one around and I didn't reveal my true identity, so I could just take all the "evidence" and get away without anyone noticing.

A few days flew by.

During this period, Gao Jianuo felt like a murderer and couldn't help but return to the crime scene to secretly observe and confirm the situation.

What is certain is that the fortune tellers on Fortune Telling Street were all aware of Amaro's disappearance. But they clearly had no interest in delving into the matter, and even seemed to be secretly happy—this fellow who had been so desperate to get out of his own way had finally disappeared!
Despite this, as the fortune tellers' speculations and discussions gradually spread, Gao Jianuo was still a little worried.

Fortunately, things soon took a turn for the better.

——Lord Prestor is dead.

Once this news came out, it completely overwhelmed all the recent news about Prestoburg in less than half a day.

No one cares about the whereabouts of a street fortune teller anymore.

Gao Jianuo also turned his attention back to the war at hand.

Of course, before the war came, the Earl's funeral was also a big event.

Gao Jianuo was not qualified to attend the funeral, but he still saw many important people by watching from afar.

The biggest of the big men is undoubtedly the current Pope of the Mosaic Church - Pope Favreau VII.

In the Mosaic system, the colors of the clergy's clothing are white, yellow, purple, and red, from low to high in status.

White is the color of ordinary priests' robes, and red is the color of cardinals' robes, so cardinals are also called "red cardinals".

Above the cardinals, Pope Moza, who holds the most respected position in the entire continent, has returned to the original color of his attire, becoming the same white as that of ordinary priests.

Of course, although the color is the same, the Pope's robe is far superior to ordinary priest robes in terms of style, material, and pattern. It looks solemn and holy and is called the "holy robe."

At the funeral of Earl Prestor, as soon as King Fanfro VII appeared in his white robe, everyone, from nobles to commoners, knelt down and saluted.

At least they kneel on one knee, and the more pious ones kneel on both knees.

There is only one type of person who does not need to kneel - those who are outside the Pope's sight.

As for Gaucano, his position was roughly at the edge of the Pope's field of vision. There were people standing and kneeling here, and the scene looked uneven and full of uncertainty.

(End of this chapter)