Your Loli Has Arrived

"Guests? Guests have arrived! Please sit down, have a seat."

Just then, the stall owner, noticing the commotion, suddenly looked up. His voice was soft and pleasant, and a suspicious slurping sound came from under his dark hood. He then hurriedly pulled the customer to the table.

Samael chuckled, shifting his gaze from the shelf to the front, but a veil obscured the fortune teller's face, leaving only a pair of bright purple eyes blinking.

Wow, the craftsmanship of this package is truly masterful, a testament to the skills of Arab women.

The ancient serpent had a strange feeling of being transported back to Mesopotamia, which intrigued it. It raised its hand and rested it on the table, casually asking a question.

Are you still open for business?

"Open for business! Of course we're open! May I ask what kind of divination you'd like to have done?"

Finally, a customer arrived. The fortune teller nodded repeatedly and quickly lifted the tablecloth, revealing a round oak board.

This thing is composed of twelve palace grids, with Greek numerals engraved below each place, and above the corresponding , there are simple paintings of animals or gods and monsters such as cows, sheep, crabs, centaurs and horses.

Furthermore, each grid edge is inlaid with three gemstones, from the 1st to the 12th, namely garnet, amethyst, blue crystal, diamond, emerald, moonstone, Ruby, peridot, sapphire, opal, topaz, and turquoise.

Samael touched it, and the textured surface made him look down and see that it vaguely indicated the major celestial bodies such as the sun, moon, and Venus, as well as other stars.

In the central recess of the coin, a crystal ball the size of an adult's fist is placed.

Greek astrologer?

Although the celestial patterns and the composition of the twelve zodiac signs appear rough and contain some errors, they are already quite exquisite.

Moreover, the gemstones inlaid on it are enough to increase the value of this thing by hundreds of times!

No wonder it costs one Golden Zeus per session; the price of this astrolabe alone makes it absolutely worth the money.

"I'd like to ask, this time..."

"Without being told what to do, you can place your palm on the crystal ball and think about the answer you want to ask, and you will receive revelation. The role of a diviner is to guide and interpret."

However, before that, you need to sacrifice a part of your body.

"Huh? Self-harm? Is it that terrifying?"

Upon hearing this, Samael glanced at the animals and human organs soaking in jars on the shelf behind him, his eyes twitching slightly.

This witchcraft divination is too evil and too terrifying!

"No, no, all we need is a tiny bit of what's in your body—hair, blood, nails, flesh, anything!"

The sorcerer realized that his guest had misunderstood, and waved his hands repeatedly, his voice somewhat hurried, as he hastily pulled Samael back from getting up.

"Ahem, sorry..."

The ancient snake coughed awkwardly, casually flicked a strand of its long hair, and handed it to the young fortune teller before sitting down.

Having finally retained his only customer since opening his stall, the fortune teller breathed a sigh of relief and placed a strand of Samael's hair into a pre-prepared crystal glass.

Immediately, the fortune teller, determined to put on a good show, turned around, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to take several bottles and jars from the shelf behind him, pouring the colorful solutions into a crystal glass.

The various strange powders sprinkled on the water reacted violently, producing a continuous stream of light pollution in shades of blue, red, and purple. The strand of hair, stripped of its divine power, gradually mixed with the solution as it swayed, forming a freshly made witchcraft potion.

"The spirit within each person is different. What is taken from you can guide your astrological chart, move it to the correct position, and transmit more accurate information."

As the diviner patiently explained, he poured the purplish-black solution from the crystal glass into the grooves of the astrolabe. The stars were lit up one by one, and the divine patterns floated and shimmered with the water.

"Now, close your eyes, clear your mind, and ask the question you want to ask!"

Seeing that the astrological chart had been fully activated by the guest's unique "spirit," the diviner grasped Samael's arms with both hands and deliberately guided him toward the crystal ball.

Having satisfied his curiosity to a great extent, Samael, in a good mood, obediently did as he was told and meditated earnestly.

This is authentic witchcraft divination from the Age of Gods. You'd be doing yourself a disservice if you didn't give it a try.

Hmm, what was I trying to ask again?

Yes, will we be able to successfully obtain the Golden Fleece on this voyage?

"Very good, please open your eyes. You can remove your hands now."

A moment later, as the crystal ball began to hum and vibrate, the diviner gently woke Samael, whose eyes were fixed on the center of the horoscope, somewhat impatient.

As the crystal ball absorbed the divination potion from the star chart, its interior shimmered with a dazzling light, resembling a brilliant starry sky, and its tremors became increasingly violent.

Buzz...

As the tremors grew stronger, the air rippled outwards in waves under the rhythm of divine power, and the crystal ball in the center gradually detached from the groove and rose into the air.

"Is the conclusion coming out soon?"

"The conclusion... something doesn't seem right..."

"Um?"

"I've never seen anything like this before..."

Upon hearing the customer's question, the fortune teller looked at the crystal ball hanging in front of him, its light growing ever brighter, and couldn't help but frown awkwardly and mutter to himself.

"Wait, I... I'll check the book!"

At that moment, a suspicious look seemed to be cast from the other side. The fortune teller looked embarrassed and immediately tried to make amends. As she spoke, she bent down and took out a book of secret arts on parchment from the drawer under the table. The book had a metal page with a crescent moon pattern on the outside and was filled with parchment. She quickly flipped to the divination section.

"Found it! This seems to be a sign of magic overload, concluding..."

As the fortune teller cheered with excitement, he read the text word by word. When he saw a certain keyword, he suddenly looked up, his purple eyes staring intently at the crystal ball above him that was beginning to emit a dazzling light, illuminating the entire tent. His brain froze, and he subconsciously swallowed hard, his voice dry.

"The structure... will explode!"

Click!

At the same time, a crisp cracking sound was heard, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread from the inside out to the entire crystal ball.

It's over!

The immense etheric power suffocated the diviner, throwing her into disarray. Instinctively, she simply closed her eyes in terror and awaited her death.

At the critical moment, Samael suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the crystal ball on the verge of breaking, wrapped it with divine power, and flung it behind him.

The surging divine power formed a terrifying Aether Tide, and the compressed, purplish-black dark current, carrying crystal fragments, shot out in all directions.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

In an instant, a sharp clanging sound of metal against metal echoed in the divination hut.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a giant golden egg, as tall as a person, stood in the center, its scales shimmering and shining brightly.

With the smooth friction of the nail plates, a pair of magnificent and elegant metal wings slowly unfolded.

Samael glanced back at the spot where the crystal ball had landed, at the large hole blasted into the ground, and let out a slight sigh of relief.

On a whim, he caused this accident. If he hadn't taken over at the crucial moment and forcefully dispersed 70% of the power, the streets within a few hundred meters of this area would probably have been flattened.

Fortunately, everything is still under control.

Tsk, is the destiny that's connected to me really that sensitive? What a hassle, looks like I'll be missing out on a bit of fun from now on.

After muttering a few complaints to himself, Samael gathered his thoughts, turned around, patted the shopkeeper's shoulder in his arms, and offered words of comfort.

"Okay, it's alright... it's over..."

However, the moment the ancient snake turned its gaze to the rosy, tender little face under the hood, the snake's breath hitched, and the corner of its mouth twitched slightly.

Purple hair, purple eyes, pointed ears, a single ponytail, and straight bangs... That's it...

I said, how come you, a priestess of the Temple of Hecate, have sneaked out to set up a stall?

Such idle and dissolute behavior is shameful, Your Princess of Colchis!