A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The items aren't heavy, but there are too many of them.

But Bray was very curious about how the old lady had brought these things over before.

"How did the old lady move all these things here?"

"Oh, my grandson helped me with this before," the old lady said.

"But I was called away to do something else halfway there, told to come back later to help this old man move," the old lady continued, looking disgusted.

"By the time he gets back, I reckon it will probably be night."

“I don’t think it will be that extreme at night.” Bray shrugged, having learned the whole story.

“Okay, if it’s just this kind of work, I’ll help you,” Bray said, picking up a bunch of things.

These things aren't heavy; otherwise, Bray wouldn't have taken on such a task given his injury.

“Brave, Levy can help too!” Levy said with a serious face but her eyes were full of expectation.

"Go move those," Bray gestured with his eyes to the animal bones on the side.

Bray hadn't forgotten that Levy was much stronger than him, more than twice as strong.

"Hehe, what a good child!" the old lady chuckled.

Levy remained expressionless despite the praise, but her tail wagged happily.

“She’s very happy,” Bray said to the old lady.

"Really? Hehehe." The old lady glanced at Levy, who had a stern face, and chuckled.

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"This way, this way." The old lady led Bree and Leigh to a small street in the outer city.

“This is where most savages live,” the old woman said.

Bray glanced around; the scenery was indeed quite different from the view of the capital city outside the alleyway.

It wouldn't be considered dilapidated, but the living conditions weren't particularly good.

The nobility of the empire still held racial prejudices.

Many policies do not include foreigners, but only target the imperial people.

“Grandma Diviner, why are you the only one who came back? Where is Vizar?” A woman with wheat-colored skin walked over.

"That brat, he didn't even want his own grandmother after being called by a girl." The old lady curled her lip.

"That kid, really." The woman didn't know what to say.

The fortune teller's grandson has reached the age where he is beginning to experience romantic feelings.

"Let me help you, fortune teller." The woman wiped her hands and took the item from the fortune teller's hand.

"Thank you for your help," the fortune teller said with a smile.

"It's no trouble at all, you are the person we respect the most."

"Are the two people behind you guests?" the barbarian woman asked.

“No, I was just passing by and offered to help,” Bray replied simply.

“No, no, no, now, young man, you are my guest.” The fortune teller patted Bray’s waist.

Surprisingly, the fortune teller was very strong.

They truly lived up to their barbarian reputation; their strength was truly formidable.

"Since you are a guest, I must treat you well," said the fortune teller.

“…” Bray didn’t know what to say.

I've suddenly been treated like a guest. I was planning to go to Midtown for treatment. What should I do now?

"Don't refuse the fortune teller's kindness," the barbarian woman said, lightly nudging Bray's side with her elbow.

"Otherwise, the fortune teller will be unhappy."

"Well, okay..."

"Over here, over here, come sit at my old home." Seeing the fortune teller's smiling face, Bray could only take Levy's hand and follow her. "Grandma! Why did you come back alone! Didn't you say you'd wait for me a while!" A black-haired barbarian pushed open the door and said anxiously.

Inside the house, the fortune teller was calmly having dinner with Bray and Levy.

This black-haired barbarian is Vizar.

The fortune teller raised her eyelids after hearing Vizar's voice.

Then, without any hesitation, he pointed to the sky outside the window.

"Take a look at the weather outside for this old woman," the fortune teller said, slamming her hand on the table.

The table trembled violently from the fortune teller's forceful slap.

Bray straightened up and didn't dare to continue eating.

Although she wasn't directly angry at Bray, the fortune teller's imposing presence could be felt even across the table.

This old lady must have been very strong when she was young.

As for Levy, her face immediately turned pale, and she gently put the meat she was holding back into the bowl, not daring to move.

Such a powerful aura! Even Levy was taken aback.

"This...it was my fault." Vizar's voice lowered, as if it really was late.

"Then why are you in such a hurry? Why are you speaking so rudely!" the fortune teller said, continuing to slam her hand on the table.

"Grandma, the table is about to crack..." Vizar said weakly.

"Shut up, now it's my turn to speak!" the fortune teller said bluntly.

"Who told you to be so rude! I never taught you that!"

"Isn't that how we barbarians are..."

“Barbarians, barbarians! Aren’t we barbarians human beings? Does that mean we can be so rude?” The fortune teller’s words made perfect sense, and Vizar had no way to refute them.

"Get out of here, then come back in!" the fortune teller said.

"Yes." Vizar, who originally looked very strong, now seemed more like a rabbit for some reason.

Vizar obediently pushed open the door and knocked.

"Grandma, may I come in now...?"

"Come in, hmph!" the fortune teller sneered.

Vizar opened the door gently, and then closed it gently.

"Sit down and eat, or it will get cold," the fortune teller said.

"Yes." The strong young man sat upright.

Bray felt something was off.

“Levy, dinner’s ready,” Bray said to Levy, who was still in a state of shock.

Levy turned her face, which was blankly expressionless, towards Bray, and then mechanically picked up the meat and started eating.

Barbarians mostly eat with their hands and spoons, without the troublesome knives and forks or the chopsticks of the East.

Although they eat with their hands, the barbarians use reusable green leaves as a barrier to avoid getting their hands dirty.

Strictly speaking, it means using your hands to hold the leaves and grab the food to eat.

The leaves have a unique flavor when you eat them, which is a novel experience for Bree.

Unfortunately, Levy had no intention of using the leaf at all.

The fact that it can be held without directly in its mouth already shows that Bray has done a good job of teaching it.

"If it weren't for this young man and little girl today, I probably wouldn't have been able to come back tonight," the fortune teller said irritably.

Having accepted the fortune teller's suggestive glance—no, it should be called a threatening glance—Vezal immediately thanked Bray and Levy.

"Thank you so much!" Vizar said sincerely.

Despite being reminded by the fortune teller, Vizar was still genuinely grateful to Bray and Levy.

"Well, let's eat. I didn't do anything special." Bray smirked.

“However, sir, you look like an adventurer,” Vizar said, raising an eyebrow.

“Ah, yes.” Bray paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Isn't adventure exciting?"

The fortune teller only glanced at Vizar briefly, but didn't say anything more.

The fortune teller didn't see anything wrong with the adventurous spirit inherent in barbarians.

"Adventurers, ah, for me, life is certainly exciting enough." Bray chuckled wryly, seemingly lost in thought.

“To be honest, I really want to leave here and become an adventurer,” Vizar said.

The incident of being scolded by the fortune teller and left looking utterly humiliated seemed to have never happened.

"Adventurers, some people like being one, and some don't." Bray squinted his right eye after taking a bite of meat.

“After all, sometimes you have to bear the consequences.” Bray pointed to his left eye.

When Bray pointed to his left eye, Levy looked over as well.

Levy hadn't thought about asking about it before, but she was still somewhat curious about Bray's disability.

“Isn’t this cool?” Vizar said.

Bray almost vomited up what he had eaten.

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“Sorry to bother you, I just helped you out a little and got a free meal,” Bray said.

"It's alright, it's alright. Anyway, there are only two mouths to feed in my family." The fortune teller waved her hand casually.

"Are the young man and this little girl planning to leave now?" the fortune teller asked.

"Yes, we still need to find a place to stay in the city."

"If you don't mind, you can stay here for the night," the fortune teller said with a smile.

“No, I might stay here for a while, and I’ll be going to the middle city and the inner city quite often,” Bray politely declined the fortune teller’s offer.

"It's such a pity," the fortune teller said with some regret.

"Before you leave, I can give you a free fortune telling," the fortune teller suddenly said.

"Fortune telling?" Bray was taken aback.

"Of course, otherwise why do you think I would be called the fortune teller?"

"I'm actually quite famous," the fortune teller said with a smile.

This old lady, who lives on an inconspicuous little street, has performed divination for many important people.

After agreeing to give Bree a free fortune telling, the fortune teller readily prepared the tools for the divination.

Levy asked very few questions. Although she had no idea what divination was, she didn't ask.

It only occasionally twitches its tail to express surprise.

“Sit down, young man,” the fortune teller said casually.

On the table were some wood carvings and scattered playing cards.

There was nothing unusual on the cards, only patterns that Bray couldn't understand.

For Bray, divination was still a bit of a mystery.

“Is divination about predicting the future?” Bray asked.

"Predicting the future?" The fortune teller chuckled.

"Do you think people can predict the future?" the fortune teller asked in return.

“I don’t know.” Bray shook his head directly.