Fortune-telling for me? It's very difficult!

The onlookers who had gathered to watch had already dispersed.

Yveta hesitated, "Then, what treasure will you give me?"

He stepped down from the carriage and glanced at the old woman's stall, finding only earthenware jars that didn't seem very valuable.

"Child, do you look down on these earthenware jars? You can't judge things by their appearance." The old woman coughed. Without even looking, she casually picked up a brown earthenware jar. "This is an earthenware jar from an ancient civilization. Legend has it that the tyrant Xiao, who was hated by the Church, once drank water from it. Later, it disappeared during a city-wide fire that lasted for ten full days and nights."

"Later, tyrant Xiao framed the Church at the time as arsonists. It really caused many deaths."

The old woman picked up another small earthenware jar. This one had figures painted on its surface with black pigment. "The first Great Emperor in the world used this to rinse his mouth."

"That Great Emperor crossed the Empress of Myriad Cities and marched towards a vast empire. He lost it along the way."

"These stall items are priceless ancient artifacts. They possess no magical power, but they are priceless."

"These things cannot be compensated for with a mere three pennies and two shillings."

Yveta looked speechlessly at the so-called antiques piled on the ground like junk.

He turned to look at the Old Witch. The Old Witch shook her head.

He looked at Leili and Black Wolf. Forget it. Leili and Black Wolf were just warriors; they barely knew how to read, so naturally, they also shook their heads.

Black Wolf whispered, "Your Highness, I think we might have encountered a swindler."

"If they were really antiques, how could they be placed on the ground like this? These are clearly just broken earthenware jars."

"I think her mind isn't quite right."

Yveta maintained a strained politeness and said awkwardly, "So, are you going to give these things to me?"

A thought sparked in Yveta's mind. What if he tried to sell these things?

What if they could actually be sold?

Wouldn't that be his Restoration of the country funds?

The old woman sternly refused. "I refuse. These items are my collection."

"I won't give them to you. I will give you this ring."

A ring was thrown to him. Yveta caught it and found it to be a simple obsidian ring.

The old woman said to the bewildered Yveta, "You must keep this ring well. It will be very useful."

"Remember, you can only wear it on your left thumb. Nowhere else."

Yveta could only say, "Then thank you."

The old woman continued, "As a gift, I can also divine for you once for free, to ask about the fortune of your fate and the character of the season."

"What do you want to divine?"

Yveta's heart skipped a beat. He had just heard about divination and wanted to learn Spirit Mirror Divination.

Although he didn't know the old woman's identity, he was genuinely interested in watching someone divine, regardless of whether it was magic or not.

Even ordinary divination seemed quite interesting.

Yveta thought for a moment. "Hmm... I want to know, when I go to the Adventurer's Guild in Kali Town this time, how should I accept a quest that can grant territory or gain the allegiance of powerful individuals?"

The old woman didn't seem to find the request unusual. Without looking up, she picked up six sheep's knuckle bones carved with symbols from beside her feet.

She grabbed the six sheep's knuckle bones, tossed them into the air, caught them, tossed them again, and caught them again.

The Old Witch suddenly sneered, looking at her with malice, as if she anticipated that she would soon be embarrassed.

The old woman tossed and caught the bones three times each, then threw the six bones onto the ground. She bent down and looked at their distribution. "It seems like this, hmm, it tells me... it tells me to tell you..."

"Hmm?"

She suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief as she looked at Yveta. "It actually showed two contradictory results."

One told her to stay away from Yveta quickly, because Yveta was surrounded by unfathomable malice, making his identity unclear.

The other indicated that she could trust Yveta, but again, his identity was unclear.

So, who was he?

She had initially thought he was just a young man worth investing in.

But now, it seemed things were not that simple.

What was even more terrifying was that this divination result was for her.

Generally, only when an immensely powerful spiritual source was present could it so disturb the divination, causing the subject of the divination to be in turmoil.

However, this child before her should just be an ordinary child, a Wizard Apprentice.

Wizard Apprentices his age certainly had a bright future, but why would he interfere with the results so much?

The old woman calmly picked up the six sheep bones, pretending nothing had happened. "I want to divine again."

"This will be more accurate."

Black Wolf frowned. "Your Highness, aren't we just wasting our time?"

Yveta said, "Give the old lady some time."

The old witch seemed to have expected this outcome. Divining for His Majesty the Demon God?

Foolish.

She was asking for death.

Such a powerful being was like a stream of fate flowing through a mountain; all trajectories would be thrown into disarray.

It should be common sense to avoid beings with strong spirituality and immortal divinity when divining.

If her apprentice dared to make such a mistake, she would turn them into a toad.

The old woman seemed to have lost face and could no longer maintain her mysterious demeanor. She became serious, her eyes focused.

She took out a white flower, the size of a pinky finger, from her pocket and placed it in her collar pocket.

The old witch glanced at it. "Julius Julian's Summer Flower! This can protect spells from interference, but isn't it already extinct?"

"Hmph, in your eyes, old witch, what isn't extinct?" the old woman retorted. Though they had never met, the two acted as if they had a deep-seated hatred for each other.

"Tch." The old witch didn't want to argue. "It's just a relic of the old era. This era is no longer yours. There's no place for you in mainstream civilization. You're even worse off than us witches. Although we're both targeted by the Church, we magic users still have an absolute advantage in the Magic Black Forest."

The old woman repeated the action of throwing the sheep knuckle bones.

This time, after looking at the sheep knuckle bones on the ground, she breathed a sigh of relief because the divination had returned to normal.

"It tells me you should go and accept the last mission posted on the last panel of the Adventurer's Branch."

"Alright, I'm leaving. I need to figure some things out."

The old woman left in a hurry, starting to pack up the things on the ground.

Watching her roughly pick up what she called antique jars, Yveta found it hard to believe they were truly rare treasures.

Was it because he was too poor?

After she left, Black Wolf said to Yveta, "Your Highness, you don't actually believe her, do you?"

The old witch said, "You can believe her. Her divination is more accurate than a witch's because the spirits of all things tell them the results."

"It's a pity they are on the verge of extinction, with only a handful left."

"Most of them live miserable lives."

"I didn't expect to see a remnant like her here."

Yveta asked curiously, "Who exactly is she?"

The old witch glanced at Yveta. "Your Majesty, your fever seems to have subsided. Well, this is the superiority of us wizards."

"Devilish power grants us supernatural abilities, allowing for rapid recovery."

"Most common illnesses can heal on their own with time."

So I recovered without seeing a doctor...

Yveta thought speechlessly, but the question was, who was that woman just now?