Yan Hua was not good at divination.
After all, divination had an especially close relationship with fate, and every world had its own fate.
But she still understood the basic common sense of "reading faces"—the Paper Persons might not have enough birth data for fortune-telling, but like the vast majority of wizards in this world, they all had faces with complete features.
If there was a face, it could be read.
The Little Witch before her had clear eyes, and her frontal bone and brow bones were flat, which meant she lacked mental capacity—not that there was anything wrong with her IQ, but simply that her prefrontal lobe had not fully developed. In textbook terms, her brain had not finished growing.
But that was not what made Yan Hua the wariest.
What made her wariest was that there were protrusions above the Little Witch's ears—two not especially obvious, yet genuinely present ridges of bone. In phrenology, that represented "a strong destructive urge."
To Yan Hua, this was an extremely dangerous face.
She was fragile.
Extremely fragile.
Like a sheet of paper that had been blown by the wind for too long, its edges already starting to fuzz, ready to tear with the slightest carelessness. Playing together with a highly destructive Magic Pill would definitely not lead to any good result.
If not for the way the Tail Tip beneath the skirt of this Little Witch called Poseidon curled and hooked, hooking her soul away with it, she absolutely would not have stopped here.
"—Su Ya? Su Ya is a Mansion Trainee from Qingqiu Mansion!"
Poseidon seemed completely oblivious to the complicated shifts in expression on the Little White Person's face—to be honest, picking out those subtle changes on a pure-white face was still a little too difficult for Poseidon—she thumped