Gulp!
Scott could not help swallowing. "Forgive me for asking, but are you still accepting apprentices, Seer?"
He had only recently finished serving his sentence, but because he had a criminal record, not even convenience stores would hire him. In other words, he did not even have a proper job.
If he were alone, that would be one thing, but he had a young daughter to support. Toys, school bags, pretty clothes, and so on... all of it cost money!
But he could not even support himself. What right did he have to make up for what he owed his daughter?
"You? You want to learn divination?" Aaron asked in surprise.
"Is that possible?" Scott looked hopeful. He was not asking for much—earning ten or twenty thousand dollars per reading would be enough.
"Dream on." Hank directly poured cold water over his head. "Your chances of becoming a Seer are lower than winning the lottery."
"Maybe I have the talent for it!"
"No, you do not have a talent for divination." Aaron was blunt, snuffing out Scott's last shred of hope.
"You heard him, Scott." Hank said smugly. "Forget about whether you have the talent for divination. Even if you did, it would not work.
Aaron is only twenty-eight. You are a grown man, and you want to become his apprentice? Even if you have no shame, do not make other people lose face."
Scott's mouth twitched, and he awkwardly changed the subject. "Let's do the divination first!"
"Before that, you have to tell me what you want to divine, right?
Career? Health? Love? Family? Or friendship?"
"Hmm..." Scott pondered for a moment. "Hank has a student, Darren Cross. He tried to replicate Hank's Pym Particles, and he is almost successful."
"He already succeeded," a woman's voice said through the