Edge of Fate

"My friend has invited me to search for ancient relics in a hidden cave. I'd like to know if it's worth going," Gagnor said.

The gaunt Diviner hesitated slightly. "Could you be more specific? The time, the location, and your friend – this would make the divination… faster."

Gagnor said, "The invitation was yesterday, the departure time is uncertain, but it shouldn't be long, maybe a few days. I'm not sure about the location of the cave, but it should be within Presto Fortress. The friend who invited me is in the potion business. That's all I can tell you."

"Alright." The gaunt Diviner nodded, then rubbed the silver coin between his hands.

After a few seconds, he tossed the coin.

The silver coin landed on the ground, but instead of stopping quickly like before, it spun rapidly.

The two waited for the result.

At first, the Diviner had a smile on his face, but as the silver coin spun for more than ten seconds without showing any signs of stopping, his smile gradually disappeared.

Half a minute passed, and the silver coin continued to spin rapidly.

The Diviner's expression became very serious.

After a minute, the silver coin was still spinning.

The Diviner was a little flustered, scratching his chin back and forth, showing an increasingly nervous state.

Two minutes, and the coin was still spinning.

"How can this be? Why isn't there a result yet…" the Diviner's voice trembled.

Other Diviners nearby looked over, some mocking, some sympathetic, and some just shaking their heads.

Five minutes, still spinning.

At this point, not only was the gaunt Diviner panicking, but the other Diviners watching had also changed their expressions, gathering in twos and threes to whisper among themselves.

Then, without knowing who started it, the Diviners began to pack up their stalls and run away!

In an instant, only Gagnor and the gaunt Diviner remained nearby.

"You are Tier 3, with only three Holy Names… correct?" The Diviner's voice was filled with despair, his face even paler than it was five minutes ago.

"Tier 3, I swear." Gagnor also realized that something seemed to be seriously wrong. "How about we stop this divination?"

The Diviner closed his eyes and shook his head, sighing weakly. "It's useless. Even if we stop, the price paid won't be refunded. This is all my own fault. I should have expected this day…"

Seeing the silver coin still spinning, he became resigned.

He picked up the knapsack next to him, rummaging through it as he said, "An old Diviner once told me that most people's fates are straightforward, and it's not difficult to predict them even without using blessing abilities or magic."

"But there are also a very few people called 'Edge of Fate,' whose futures are difficult for even the gods to fully predict. If a Diviner encounters such a person, the best choice is to refuse service, otherwise…"

He didn't continue, but took out a letter from the knapsack.

Looking at the letter in his hand, the Diviner sighed. "I would like to ask you to deliver this letter to Hibel in Akes City. The detailed address is written on the envelope. In return, you will receive all my belongings, and the divination result."

Gagnor was a little shocked.

Was this… a last will and testament?

Was it really that exaggerated?

The Diviner's face showed anxiety. "Can you?"

Gagnor said, "I… alright, I promise you, I will go to Akes City at some point, and once I get there, I will deliver the letter to Hibel according to the address."

"Thank you." The Diviner breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he seemed to remember something, and took out a diary from the knapsack, saying with difficulty, "This diary, I hope you can help me burn it, don't read it… at least don't let Hibel see it."

"Alright."

The silver coin finally showed signs of stopping, its speed decreasing sharply, gradually tilting in oscillation.

The Diviner took a deep breath. "My name is Amaro Fortunark Sindore Lune Rossier, please write 'Diviner of the Edge of Fate' on my epitaph."

The coin fell.

Heads.

Amaro also fell.

Gagnor subconsciously reached out to help, and then a string of information flashed past.

[Status: Deceased]

He really died!

He actually divined the Diviner to death!

Gagnor felt an immense headache.

He quickly looked around, and seeing that no one was there, he immediately put everything, including Amaro's body, into his storage ring, and then ran away as fast as he could.

Although he didn't think he had any responsibility, he felt it would be difficult to explain.

Moreover, according to Amaro, he was an extremely rare "Edge of Fate," and if he explained this to the magistrate, this news would inevitably be known by many people, with unpredictable consequences.

It was good that no one was around, and he hadn't revealed his true face. If he directly made off with all the "evidence," no one should notice.

A few days passed in a flash.

During this time, Gagnor felt like a murderer, always unable to resist returning to the scene of the crime to secretly observe and confirm the situation.

Sure enough, the street-stall Diviners of Diviner's Street were all aware of Amaro's disappearance. But they clearly had no interest in delving into it, and even seemed faintly pleased—this colleague who was killing himself with competition had finally disappeared!

Nevertheless, as the Diviners' speculations and discussions gradually spread, Gagnor remained somewhat worried.

Fortunately, things soon took a turn.

Earl Presto was dead.

As soon as this news came out, in less than half a day, it completely overwhelmed all recent news in Presto Fortress.

No one cared anymore about the whereabouts of a street-stall Diviner.

Gagnor also turned his attention back to the imminent war.

Of course, before the war arrived, the Earl's funeral was also a major event.

Gagnor was not qualified to attend the funeral, but he still witnessed many important figures by watching from afar.

And the greatest of these important figures was undoubtedly the current Pope of the Mosaism Church—Fangfro VII.

In the Mosaism system, according to status from low to high, the colors of the clergy's attire are white, yellow, purple, and red, respectively.

White is the color of ordinary priest robes, and red is the color of Cardinal robes, which is why Cardinals are also known as "Red Cardinals."

Above the Cardinals, the most respected Mosaism Pope in the entire continent wears attire that returns to simplicity, becoming the same white as ordinary priests.

Of course, although the color is the same, the Pope's Holy Robe is far superior to ordinary priest robes in terms of style, material, and ornamentation, looking solemn and holy, and is called the "Holy Robe."

At Earl Presto's funeral, when Fangfro VII appeared wearing a pure white Holy Robe, everyone from nobles to commoners knelt down to pay their respects.

At least kneeling on one knee, and those who were more devout knelt on both knees.

There was only one type of person who did not need to kneel—those outside the Pope's field of vision.

As for Gagnor, his position was approximately on the edge of the Pope's field of vision. Here, some people stood, and some people knelt, looking uneven and full of uncertainty.