The Diviner recalled it and said worriedly, "On the right side of the forehead. Red. Right above the brow between the eyes."
"..."
The masked man fell silent.
More than ten seconds later, he slowly removed his mask, revealing his scarred face.
"Ah, it was you?"
"So the one you saw in your dream looked similar to me?" The masked man... no, the scarred man, still asked.
"Yes. Not just similar—I think it was almost exactly the same." The Diviner took a deep breath, set down her tools, and said, "So there's nothing wrong with this divination, right?"
"The effect was a little too good. Normal divination couldn't possibly be like this. Could a single artifact really achieve something like this? This is absolutely beyond the Mithril Rank." The man rubbed his forehead. He did not know whether it was an illusion, but he felt as though a terrifying cat had appeared before him as well.
After thinking for two minutes, he said to the Diviner, "No matter what, record every piece of information you obtained in full first. There may be some trick the enemy has pulled."
"An enemy trick? Is a society in a small town really that formidable?"
"Heh, hard to say. The Anling Society was even an affiliate founded by one of our members. Some large societies like to hide their strength in places nobody has heard of."
That sounded like it was describing them.
No matter how they thought about it, though, they had invested quite a bit of money locally, so they were naturally regarded as an important branch. However, this branch was nominally an independent small organization—the Anling Society. Unless necessary, it did not involve itself with headquarters, which was actually for both sides' safety.
If this town had not acquired such a