Son of the Olden Days

In these large and small families, in the days when the scam started, people have been sent one after another to feel the bottom of Saul and others.

According to Diller, this phenomenon probably started when the prediction was carried out for the third or fourth time, which was in line with Saul's prediction. Since we want to grab benefits, we naturally have to endure all kinds of eyes and suspicions.

These tails that suddenly appeared didn't come into contact with the four of them either, they just hid in the dark to observe from far or near. Sol and others didn't care about this, and they still followed the steps of what they should do every day, silently playing their role.

Some of these eyes were taken away after looking at them, while others were monitored around the clock until today, when the cards were opened.

As for the messenger sent by Sol, those eyes were not let go, and he tried to follow. Then I found that the things that the homeless people who sent the letters did were repetitive and trivial, and the purpose was clear, and then no more wasted manpower.

The fact that the letters were sent to many families did not attract the attention of the family owners, because it is easy to understand. It is certainly impossible to sell only one family if there are good things. And the last letter also made it very clear that the great astrologer would recruit ‘a group’ of apprentices.

All kinds of information about the four of Thor were also sent to the homes one after another. A lizard man, a halfling, a maid, an elderly man, where did they go and what they did every day.

The origin of these four people is unknown, and they are obviously from outside forces.

For the patrons, the most magical part is naturally that the old man and his group of four have never entered the arena to participate in the event these days, as if they knew everything without leaving home.

In fact, after returning from the arena, on the first day of the scam, Thor has maintained his old man's disguise. Even when strolling around the street, this small team can see that the elderly are clearly headed, a maid takes care of life, and two aliens resemble guards.

Later, because it was too troublesome to remove the disguise every day, Sol simply kept the old man's appearance, including sleeping. It's also difficult for Beth, the little shiitake mushroom, to sleep with a bark-like old man in his arms all day long.

A new day came, and the four of them got up on time as they did in the past. Today is a day of flop, a day of harvest, and also a day of danger.

The four people sat around the breakfast table, revisited the details in a low voice, and then left the hotel.

As soon as I stepped onto the street, I could feel a lot of sights patrolling by, and the four of them started quietly.

When they arrived at the fountain square in Dongcheng District, the two guards, Stanter and Diller, opened the things they had prepared, and quickly erected a slightly larger spire tent in the center of the square. Simple enough, but mysterious enough.

The time agreed with the patrons was the time period from morning to noon. It was just after the morning, but there was already a carriage parked by the square. Obviously, patrons who had arrived early had already arrived.

Osteen didn't come sooner than later. Although he hurried out after breakfast, he realized that there were already two families ahead of him. One is the Fingel family, and the other is the Anderu family. Osteen can see clearly.

Although they don't have much friendship with each other, they are all in the circle of the imperial capital, and they are not too unfamiliar overall.

As he jumped out of the carriage, Ostan looked at his surroundings. The air in the early morning is very fresh, lingering in the faint fragrance of grass and flowers on some squares, and the surrounding street lights faintly reflect the scenery of the entire fountain square.

I just looked up and saw the Patriarch of the Anderu family walking towards the tent with his servant. At the entrance of the tent, the servant was stopped, and finally Patriarch Anderu personally carried a bag of things into the tent.

Osteen was silent, just watching from a distance.

Waiting for a while, neither long nor short.

Then Ostan saw the Andernou family's head coming out of the tent, his mouth was slightly pursed, and the expression on his face couldn't see the joy, anger or fluctuation. Although I don't know how the other party was talking, the bag I was holding in my hands is gone.

Looking left and right, Osteen realized that Fingel and the Anderu family seemed to have gone in, but they still hadn't left at the moment, obviously it was his turn now. Osteen's gaze condensed, and then he waved his hand to the servant who had been ready behind him.

The master and servant walked one after the other to the door of the tent, and were stopped by lizardmen and halfling guards standing on both sides of the tent.

"Please meet the master alone, and please always pay attention to your words, deeds and behavior." The lizard guard raised his hand to block and reminded him, squinting eyes sternly across the master and servant of Ostan, as if judging them. Is there a threat.

Austen could clearly judge that this lizardman had only Tier 3 strength, but the opponent stared at him without flinching. Obviously, he didn't put his Tier 4 strength in his eyes, and Ostan was not surprised.

Lizardmen and halflings, two different races of Tier 3 guards, this match is a bit strange, but it doesn't explain much of the problem. Turning around and taking a heavy bag of coins from the servant, Ostan waved away the servant and followed the halfling guard into the tent.

The sight suddenly dimmed, the light in the tent was a little dim, there was no lighting around, there was only a delicate small table on which a small support placed a crystal ball that was emitting dim light.

There are not many furnishings in the entire tent. There is a small table with a crystal ball on both sides, and a square carpet with exquisite embroidery is spread on the floor in the center of the tent.

On the shelf are several strange beast bones, some strangely shaped stones, some potions and scrolls of unknown purpose. The gleam of the crystal ball filled the tent, coating everything with a layer of pale purple, making the atmosphere mysterious and depressing.

An elderly old man was sitting behind a small table, and beside him stood a maid with her head down slightly. The maid looks attractive, but she wears a strange silver mask with half of her face on her face, and she can vaguely feel her first-order aura.

The old man sitting in the middle was obviously the main target he was going to visit today. He had deep wrinkles on his face, silver hair and beard, and slightly loose flesh, but his eyes were not muddy, on the contrary, he was bright.

When he was looking at the opponent, the old man was also looking at himself, and Ostan felt that the opponent's gaze was powerful.

I didn’t feel any aura of rank in the old man, so there are two possibilities, one is that the opponent is just an ordinary person, and the other is that the strength of the opponent has far exceeded his own perception range, and Ostan naturally classified the old man into the latter. Kind.

"Hello, Master Buu." Osten looked around and could only put the cloth bag with gold coins in his hands on his feet, and then slightly bent down, lowered his head and raised his hands to press his chest, bowing respectfully.

"Hello, young man." The old man behind the table waved his hand slightly, his voice a bit old and hoarse.

As for the term ‘young’, Ostan, who was in his middle age, didn’t feel anything wrong. Just as he was thinking about how to proceed with the next topic, the old man behind the table spoke again.

"The name, gender and age of the juniors in the family?" the old man asked.

"Oh, that's my youngest son, Koyol Pims, who just turned nine this year." Ostan was puzzled for a moment, and then immediately realized that the other party was asking himself which junior he was going to send to the Academy of Astronomy and hugged him. The hand replied.

Hearing Olstein’s answer, the old man’s face had no expression, except that the maid, who was standing aside, was holding a book-like thing and was scribbling down what Olstein said with a quill.

After the maid finished the record, the whole person took a step forward and held out his hands to Ostan and made a gesture of holding it, apparently signaling to Ostan to give her the money bag brought by his feet.

Osteen lifted the purse, suddenly hesitated, and did not put it in the hand of the maid. Will you pay for it? I haven't asked anything yet! It's just that the rhythm of the conversation has been taken away, and Ostan didn't sort out what he wanted to ask for a while.

"Master, can I ask a question?" Osteen suddenly looked up at the old man.

"Say." The old man nodded, and the maid returned to her original position in silence.

"Master, how do you predict the result of the semi-finals, I mean some specific methods... well, or steps?" As his thoughts turned, Osteen could only suffocate a question in a panic.

At this time, Ostan's state was similar to when he was in the study room last night. He had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak, or felt a little unable to ask. You can't directly ask others, is your astrology true or false, how can you prove it?

Now that the other party is ready to collect the money, Osteen knows that if he doesn't ask, he may not have a chance.

"Sorry, young man, I have no time to tell you about the origin of astrology or the principles of prediction. Even if you are willing to listen, it will take many years. If your child is smart and easy to learn, I believe he may be able to answer you personally after many years. this problem."

The old man's voice was very stable and not emotional, but this answer was tantamount to no answer at all.

"The master, can you please just face to face... Show me the greatness of astrology? Oh, I mean..." Osteen hesitated, not daring to put doubts too much, even too straightforwardly. Bai is not very good at talking.

The old man on the opposite side waved his hand before he finished speaking, obviously the other party already understood the cryptic meaning in Ostan's words.

"Because of the concerns and doubts of all the Patriarchs, I had already exhausted my energy to make predictions before your local arena competition started. If you think those predictions still do not explain the problem, then I am sorry. "

"I can understand your suspicion, but this is not a street art, and I have nothing to show repeatedly. Astrology is an ancient and vast university. Intelligent learning talent is only one aspect, and more importantly, a pious heart of."

"Cross out the name, come here, send this guest away."

The old man's tone is still tepid, but his answer is very clear. I have already made a prediction on the outcome of the event. It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. This is not a mandatory thing in the first place.

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