"Actually, I am also a fortuneteller. I have received very systematic courses in divination and astrology, and my teacher is a very amazing person."
In desperation, Jenkins could only use this set of rhetoric, hoping that the other party could help him in the face of being a "peer".
"Since you can do divination yourself, then you really don't need to ask me for help."
The fortune teller said so, and then closed the door with a bang, completely terminating the conversation.
"Hey, listen, I'm a hunter who travels around the world hunting blood-sucking species. You don't really think I'm a good and law-abiding person?"
Jenkins yelled toward the house. Then, as expected, I heard the fortune teller's voice again:
"For God's sake, what exactly do you want to do? I really don't know anything!"
The young woman held the crystal ball angrily and opened the door again, with an expression of wanting to throw the crystal ball at Jenkins' face.
"I think… "
His gaze stayed on the crystal ball. Although the crystal ball would not be any different in appearance, he thought he had seen this crystal ball before. Not long ago, Miss Broniance and Miss Audrey officially asked him to become a member of the school. At that time, he imprinted his soul emblem in a crystal ball inherited from the 17th century.
Of course, the current era is older than the seventeenth century, but the crystal ball held by the girl, in Jenkins' view, is the "roster crystal ball" of the school. In other words, it was not only handed down from the 17th century, but even from an earlier era.
"I want to say... I'm actually from the future."
"I know you ranger-like characters like to make up stories, sir, please get off my doorstep!"
"It's true, I really come from the future. Your school will flourish in the future, and the crystal ball you're holding still exists in my time, and it has already imprinted the emblems of countless successors."
"Do you think I'll believe it?"
The girl leaned on the door frame and said, this time she did not refuse to continue the conversation.
"I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's true."
Jenkins found himself unable to prove this point. Although he joined a school and received systematic training, he has been able to complete the entry-level divination training so far, and has not been able to master the unique abilities of those schools.
"I only have this. It was a gift from my teacher's teacher when I joined the school."
As he spoke, he took out the amethyst pendant from his neck. Miss Broniance said that this thing could bring good luck, so Jenkins always carried it with him.
He threw the pendant far away to the girl holding the crystal ball. The girl grabbed it, looked it over carefully, and looked at Jenkins suspiciously:
"This crystal is indeed very special. It cannot be made with the technology of this era. Although I still doubt your identity, you can come in and tell me carefully about your untrue stories... Also, I don't know what school you are talking about, I have always been alone, all my knowledge is learned from books, or realized by myself... However, if I want to pass them down one day, maybe with crystals It is indeed a good idea to record the list by the way of the ball, come in, but I have no tea or refreshments for you."
The interior of the cabin in the woods is plain and simple, and the bookshelves against the walls are full of books, which is incredible for this era. From Jenkins' mouth, the young fortune-teller knew his origin and the story of his learning divination. Similarly, Jenkins also learned about the fortune teller's life and future plans.
Jenkins has confirmed that the girl in front of him is the founder of the divination school he belongs to, and the teacher of his teacher's teacher's teacher's... teacher.
"Sealers believe in fate, and our fate is also connected, so by traveling through time and space by chance, I met you with a very small probability. This is enough to prove that everything I just said is not a lie."
"Don't use fate as an excuse, I don't fully trust you."
The fortune-teller said, but Jenkins thought she should have believed it completely, otherwise Jenkins would not have blushed and excited whenever Jenkins mentioned the history of the school.
"You are not the only ancestor in the history of the school I have met. I have met another one, but he has been summoned by the great, and his soul after death has gone to another world."
Jenkins continued.
"Another world? It seems that you really know a lot of things."
The fortuneteller obviously knew about the masters and their worlds. She offered to pour a glass of water for Jenkins, which showed that she accepted him sitting here and would not suddenly drive him out.
"In short, no matter who you are, if you really come from the distant future, then you should be more careful. Didn't your teacher tell you that time is the most untouchable domain for mortals? You put these Things tell me that it might lead to some unexpected troubles."
said the girl.
"Don't worry about this. The time in the material world is extremely stable and will not change due to slight waves. Besides, I don't always discuss the future with people from the past. Now I don't want you to trust me to get vampires." information?"
Jenkins said.
"Vampire..."
The fortuneteller hesitated for a moment, then stood up and took out a book from the bookshelf behind him and handed it to Jenkins:
"It's true that I can't obtain its information through divination and prophecy, but I know the strangeness of Black Town. In an era older than now, a terrible thing was born here. Since then, the town has been reborn every few hundred years. Some terrible things will happen, but the town will not be destroyed. This should have something to do with the amazing power of that terrible thing. It is only the residual influence that makes this place like this.
I moved here to study the history of the town, and to gain some enlightenment on destiny. But I took it for granted, the level of horror here is beyond the reach of mortals. You know, no matter how many things have happened here, no outsiders will notice anything strange, even if the locals compile these legends and stories into books, no one will be alerted.
This is a phenomenon even more terrifying than a curse, and it is almost the law of local natural existence. I have given up staying here and will move away soon, but this does not mean that my research has not yielded any results—according to local legends and documents of the town hall, about a thousand years ago, a person died near here. A duke-level vampire, but its body has never been found. Do you know what that means? "