Jenkins was skeptical that the halfling fortune-teller's divinations were real. He didn't believe that he would become a king. Compared with a king, he had the greatest possibility of becoming a prince because of marrying Dolores. Therefore, halfling fortune tellers did have some skills, but obviously they were not up to par.
"Then help me with family divination."
Jenkins said again.
"Okay, it's very simple. I'm quite good at this. You can't guess how many mistresses I have caught for those noble ladies because I help others divination about family matters. Then start counting from your grandparents. It's very simple, let me take a look... "
As he spoke, he looked at his own crystal ball on the cushion again. No one spoke for a second, Jenkins was waiting for the other to make up a story, but the next second he heard the very clear sound of cracking.
Then, under circumstances that no one expected, the crystal ball exploded directly from the center as if a steam bomb was hidden in the middle. Scattered fragments whizzed through the air, forcing Jenkins and the halfling fortune-teller to bend down and hide under the table.
"Damn, what's going on!"
After the halfling straightened his waist, he saw the tragic situation on the table and in the tent, and said in a high-pitched voice annoyed. He took a closer look at Jenkins who had sat down again and was looking for the crystal ball fragments in his hair. He picked up his Myriad Impermanence card with his right hand and placed it in front of his right eye, looking at Jenkins through the card.
"It's okay, I don't believe that divination is impossible. Let me take a look, you are... no, who are you?"
He nearly screamed, and when the card was removed from his eyes, Jenkins noticed that his eyes were bleeding.
"Who are you?"
The halfling fortune teller screamed again, stood up from the chair, staggered back two steps, and accidentally fell to the ground.
"Actually, I'm more curious about what you saw, but you'd better deal with your eye first, it's bleeding badly now."
Jenkins was actually a little worried that the halfling would lose his sight, and he didn't want to harm others because of himself. But the halfling told him not to worry. That eye was almost half-blind because of looking at strange things all the year round, but at the same time, it would soon transform into a magic eye. Instead, the halfling was looking forward to this. happened.
The halfling cleaned up the messy tent before sitting back at the table, clasping his hands together with two thumbs and twirling around.
"Okay sir, I know it's a very stupid question to ask who you are. So what can I do for you? I don't think a man of your stature would set foot here because he wanted to have a business with me. Little joke."
The halfling said very shrewdly, and he seemed to be someone who had experienced great things.
"Yes, there are indeed some things. First of all, I want to ask, is there any special reason for your circus to stay in Blacktown?"
Jenkins didn't bother to ask the halfling what he saw just now, he believed that the halfling would tell.
"No reason, just passing by here. We planned to go directly over Mount Lolacris and enter the Lizardman Kingdom, but you also know that there is a war recently, and there are tiefling robbers in the mountain... Well, you may not know. Anyway , Staying here is a coincidence, we didn't have such a plan before."
"Since you are a fortune-teller, you should know that there is no pure coincidence in this world. Have you ever performed a fortune-telling on Black Town? Or, did you know about this town before?"
Jenkins asked again, and then hastily added:
"Don't divination here, especially if you are in a bad state now."
"I've never heard of this town before, so... Damn, the dream I had the other day was really unusual. Sir, just tell me, what is the purpose of you appearing on the ground? I will do my best I can help you."
According to the original story, on the third day when the circus came to town, a "human-speaking lion" would appear in their performance. This is not unusual at all, whether it is ventriloquism or extraordinary ability, it can achieve such an effect.
But that lion was more talkative than the animal trainer thought. Later, the circus found that letting the lion chat with people full-time could make more profits than letting it perform, so the lion's job was changed to chatting with the townspeople every day. We talk.
This bought the bane for what came after.
"You mean old Ryan? Oh, that lion was there when I joined the regiment, but it was still very young. When it grows up, it's no different from an ordinary lion, only smarter. Later, the trainer didn't know what to do. Knowing where to get a batch of animal spiritual enlightenment potions, this made old Ryan more intelligent and strong. However, I never knew that he could talk. In fact, the animal spiritual enlightenment potions only made the animals more intelligent. Its intelligence does not change the structure of the throat so that it can speak human language."
The halfling introduced, and then went with Jenkins to the Animal Rest tent. But after entering, I realized that the old lion had already come to the stage to perform the traditional show of jumping through the fire ring, and when the two entered the performance tent, they happened to see people standing on the high platform with great interest, making high-level remarks on the local weather lion.
He is very strong, and although the halflings call him "Old Lion" because of his age, the lion is actually more of a mature man. Jenkins had no doubt that not even three stalwart farmers armed with weapons could defeat such a lion.
"Really talking..."
The halfling muttered to himself, and then boldly took out his [Vientiane Impermanence Card-Apocalypse] and put it in front of his right eye, and put it down after a while:
"Sure enough, something is wrong. Old Ryan's soul has disappeared, and now there is a very strange thing in the lion's body."
In the original story that Jenkins saw, the people in the town would fall into a terrible dream at night because they listened to the words of the lion. The result of this is not only that the production and life of the town are affected, but what is even more frightening is that those things in the dream are trying to invade reality.
And it is the fortuneteller of the circus who solves all this. He discovered the crisis under the inspiration of the townspeople, and eventually led the circus to send the dream creature back to the place where it should have existed. It's just that the fortune-teller also died at the end of the story because of exhaustion during this process, and was finally buried by his circus companions and the townspeople of Black Town on the grass by the lake facing the sun and blooming in the forest. .
PS: I just found out at noon today that the evening chapter was actually set to be released in the morning. It can be regarded as an addition...