Divination Laws

The next day.

Gagnor decided to get his fortune told by a Diviner.

Actually, he had seen Diviners back in Driftwood Town, and more than once. But due to habits from his previous life, he had always been distrustful of fortune-telling.

In his view, fortune-telling was different from magic. The latter was just a more advanced way of using matter, while the former involved time and the laws of causality, which didn't seem like something mortals could easily dabble in. So-called Diviners were more likely to be frauds.

And he had indeed seen fraudulent Diviners, both in his old hometown and in Driftwood Town, which greatly reinforced his view that "Diviner equals fraud."

It wasn't until after his conversation with the Hole-Seeker yesterday that Gagnor began to consider re-evaluating fortune-telling.

Falaro was, after all, a world where supernatural power existed, with countless mysterious and unknown things. Maybe there really were legitimate Diviners.

Of course, Gagnor's attitude was still cautious.

To that end, he had specifically prepared some questions, intending to first verify the Diviner's abilities.

Gagnor first went to a fortune-telling parlor.

The sign of this parlor had an imposing line of text: "Master of Destiny." The parlor had multiple Diviners, as well as beautiful maids, and the decor was relatively high-end, making it seem very reputable and reliable.

However, he had only taken a few steps inside when a beautiful maid came up to him and said, "Sir, I recommend you go to 'Diviner's Street' to the north. The fees are cheaper there."

"?" Gagnor was bewildered.

What did that mean? Did he look that poor?

He hesitated for a moment: "Are your fees very expensive here?"

The maid also hesitated for a moment, then nodded repeatedly.

"How much do you usually charge?"

"That... is to be decided by the guest and the Diviner through negotiation," the maid stammered vaguely.

Gagnor felt baffled, frowned, and then simply turned around and left, too lazy to ask any more questions.

What kind of service was that? Bad review!

Watching the displeased Gagnor leave, the maid was also a little depressed.

She walked up to an old Diviner with white hair: "Master, why did you drive him away? He didn't look like a poor man."

The old Diviner shook his head repeatedly: "Some money cannot be earned."

The maid blinked, still not understanding.

At this moment, the old Diviner moved his hand away, and she noticed that there was a domino on the table that had been almost completely shattered into dust.

Looking at the shattered domino, the old Diviner's forehead was beaded with cold sweat, and his tone revealed lingering fear. He looked in the direction where Gagnor had left, muttering, "Let those money-grubbing, life-risking guys on Diviner's Street earn this money..."

Diviner's Street was a long street in Presto Fortress. As the name suggested, the biggest feature of this street was that it had many Diviners—street Diviners.

When Gagnor arrived here, looking at the dozen or so Diviners sitting on the ground by the side of the road, almost like beggars, the negative impressions of fortune-telling from both his past and present lives surged up like a tide.

This looked way too much like a scam!

Gagnor wanted to leave immediately, but with an attitude of "it doesn't hurt to take a look," he still walked toward these Diviners.

"Sir, I used to be a Level 1 mage, and I was an apprentice in the Prophecy School at A克斯 Magic Academy. Guaranteed accuracy!" The Diviners were actively hawking their services.

"I've been a Diviner here for ten years. I can divine anything. Absolutely reliable!"

"Sir, come take a look at my place, I..."

Gagnor walked past them in silence.

Until one of them greeted him with particular enthusiasm: "My prices are the cheapest on the whole street, and just as accurate and reliable! Don't believe me? Ask them! They all admit it!"

Gagnor looked over and saw a gaunt man with disheveled hair and a pale face. He looked like the most beggar-like of the dozen or so Diviners, but he was also the most enthusiastic in his sales pitch.

Gagnor asked a Diviner next to him, "Is what he's saying true?"

The other Diviner's expression was a little displeased, but he still nodded.

This surprised Gagnor.

Wasn't it said that competitors were enemies? How come from the fortune-telling parlor just now to this group of Diviners, they all liked to push business to others?

Gagnor didn't understand, and ultimately came to the gaunt man: "Can I verify your abilities?"

"Of course, I love that the most!" the gaunt Diviner said, holding a silver coin in his hand. "Ten copper coins for a verification question. It can only be about the past, something already known, and it can't be too secret."

Gagnor didn't say anything and directly handed over a handful of copper coins.

He deliberately chose to pay with a large handful of copper coins, so that when handing over the coins, he could naturally touch the other person's hand.

[Race: Falaroan]

[Level: 3]

[Status: Weak]

The level was just right, but why was this guy in a weak state?

A trace of doubt flashed through Gagnor's mind, but it didn't cause him to overthink.

Immediately, he posed his questions: "I ask you, is the true height of my nose higher or lower than it appears? Is the true thickness of my lips thicker or thinner than they appear? And..."

Gagnor wasn't showing his true face, but wearing a common face created by Blood Disguise.

The other party was only Level 3, making it almost impossible for them to see through Blood Disguise; they could only rely on divination to judge.

The gaunt Diviner grinned, "So you're in a state of disguise, hmm, these questions are all simple and direct, let me divine and see!"

With that, he tossed the silver coin in his hand.

The coin quickly fell, face up.

"The true height of your nose is higher than it appears." After the Diviner finished speaking, he tossed the silver coin several more times, "The true thickness of your lips is thinner than they appear, the color of your hair is darker than it appears, your eyes..."

All the questions were answered correctly, without error.

Gagnor's impression of the Diviner finally changed somewhat.

Looks like they aren't a swindler.

The gaunt Diviner continued to juggle the silver coin. "The inspection is over. I must say, your disguise is very clever... Now, should we get to the official business?"

Gagnor nodded. "What are the fees for official business?"

"Let me ask first, what level are you?" the gaunt Diviner asked.

"Level 3," Gagnor said.

The gaunt Diviner asked again, "Do you want me to bear the full 'fate cost,' or do you want to bear the full 'fate cost' yourself, or should we two bear it together?"

"Is the price different?"

"Of course, it's different. You have to know, the essence of our profession is exchanging fate for money! If you bear the fate cost yourself, I only charge a five-copper coin handling fee for one divination. If we bear it together, it's one silver coin. If I bear it, the price is one gold coin," the gaunt Diviner explained.

"Which one do you want to choose?" he then asked.

Gagnor pondered for a while, then handed over a gold coin. "You bear the full fate cost."

Seeing the shiny gold coin, the gaunt Diviner's eyes were full of joy.

"No problem!" He grabbed the gold coin.

He felt like he'd made a huge profit this time.