DC New Krypton

Chapter 1897: A Magnificent Palace in the Desert

The next day, the group, having already collected the sixth Dragon Ball, boarded the transport plane and flew from the western forest towards the desert, seeking Fortuneteller Baba to divine the location of the seventh Dragon Ball.

Even Hael had no idea where King Pilaf and his gang were hiding at this point.

"Is Fortuneteller Baba very powerful? Can she divine anything?" Bulma glanced at Hael with a plan in mind, wanting to have her own future divined.

"I don't know about that," Hael said, spreading his hands, fully aware of Bulma's thoughts. "I really don't know."

At least from a mathematical calculation perspective, the amount of data required for divination is unimaginable for ordinary people.

But considering the Dragon Ball universe, even if true divination of the future were possible, Hael wouldn't find it surprising.

Moreover, Fortuneteller Baba possessed a certain mystique.

Fortuneteller Baba was actually Master Roshi's older sister, a stingy old woman who loved money and watching battles.

She was a witch who could use her crystal ball for divination and bring the deceased back from the afterlife for 24 hours.

Furthermore, as Master Roshi's sister, she was, like him, an immortal, her real name unknown, rumored to be 500 years old, more than 200 years older than Master Roshi!

She had some strange quirks and now resided in a palace in the desert, using her abilities to divine for the world, but charging exorbitant fees, ten million per divination. If one couldn't afford the fee, they could fight her five warriors and, if they won five consecutive matches, receive a free divination.

She could be considered a fervent fighting enthusiast, loving to watch battles.

Fortuneteller Baba's position in the Dragon Ball world seemed very special. Although she wasn't part of the divine hierarchy, her abilities were unique. She could freely travel between the realms of the living and the dead, bringing the deceased back to the living world for 24 hours, a power or authority that even the gods and King Kai seemed to lack.

The gods on Earth were respectful to King Yemma and the various King Kais, but she could speak and behave very casually in front of them.

Hael was also very curious about Fortuneteller Baba.

The group, aboard the transport plane, gradually began to see the desert after six hours.

"Look, we've arrived at the desert," Yamcha pointed, and the others saw the desert below.

They peered down and passed two desert villages. After resting in one of the villages, they re-boarded the transport plane and, an hour and a half later, arrived at an oasis in the desert, where they saw Fortuneteller Baba's magnificent palace.

Luxurious cars and private planes were constantly arriving and parked along the road and on the tarmac, with wealthy dignitaries coming and going, making it seem quite lively.

There were also groups of people who looked fierce and menacing.

They didn't have the money to hire Fortuneteller Baba for divination, but because Fortuneteller Baba was a fighting enthusiast, if they couldn't afford the fee, they could fight her five warriors and, if they won five consecutive matches, receive a free divination.

Therefore, there were also many self-proclaimed powerful villains who came hoping to take advantage and rob Fortuneteller Baba.

But no one had ever been heard of succeeding.

After all, who did Fortuneteller Baba recruit from Earth to fight for her? She recruited former winners of the World Martial Arts Tournament and powerful warriors with long-standing reputations, not people that ordinary people could deal with.

"Is Fortuneteller Baba living here? It's so beautiful!" After parking the transport plane, Hael and his group walked towards the gates of Fortuneteller Baba's palace. Krillin looked left and right, unable to help but admire the palace.

"To build such a magnificent palace and estate in the center of a desert oasis is truly remarkable!" Yamcha surveyed the surrounding flowers and greenery, his face becoming wary.

He had been a desert bandit in the past and was considered to have done quite well in the desert, managing to survive.

But to occupy a desert oasis and build such a magnificent palace on it was no simple feat.

Just occupying a desert oasis was enough to be considered a hegemon in the desert, let alone building a magnificent palace.

Whether it was funds or strength, one had to be very powerful to do so.

Yamcha estimated that even the Red Ribbon Army would find it difficult to occupy a desert oasis and build a magnificent palace.

Furthermore, the subsequent maintenance would be a considerable trouble, not an easy task.

Hael and the others arrived at the palace gates, where many people were already queuing. A pink, ghost-like creature floated in the air, a monster-type human wearing a bamboo hat, overseeing the queue. Seeing Hael and his group arrive, its face lit up and it floated over to greet them.

"Please line up, please line up," the pink ghost-like creature floated in the air, extending its two small hands.

"I see, I see," the pink ghost-like creature replied happily, especially seeing that Hael, Yamcha, Goku, and Krillin all had a certain level of strength, and said with a beaming smile, "Then when it's your turn later, I'll let you know."

After saying that, it happily floated back, hurrying to tell Fortuneteller Baba that some seemingly powerful guys had arrived, and they should be able to see several exciting battles.

"What a strange fellow?" Krillin stared blankly as the pink ghost-like creature returned.

"A little strange. It seems like the people queuing in front of us are all江湖zhongren," Yamcha felt a little strange, wondering if they were in the wrong queue.

"Yeah, the people in front look very burly," Puar whispered to everyone.

"It looks like it's going to be quite a fiery scene," Krillin craned his neck, looking at the people in front, all with fierce scars on their faces, or tattoos, completely giving off the impression of powerful guys who were not to be trifled with.

Hael and the others were queuing, and occasionally people in luxurious clothes came out from the entrance, praising Fortuneteller Baba for being right.

Hael and the others watched the people in luxurious clothes leave with satisfied expressions on their faces.

"It seems like Fortuneteller Baba made them very satisfied," Bulma said softly.

Soon after, the few people in front of Hael and his group rubbed their fists menacingly, moving their burly bodies, and entered Fortuneteller Baba's palace.

In just five minutes, Hael and the others heard a series of screams. After the screams, they cried and wailed, covering their swollen faces and supporting each other as they ran out.

"Very sorry, please come again next time," the pink ghost-like creature cheerfully saw off the previous group, then turned to invite Hael and the others: "Alright, sorry for the wait, please come in!"