Miserable Wretches 🥀

Chapter 6.0- Mysteries (3) 🥀

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Glancing at where the fortune-teller and his fortune-telling cards on the table in front of him,

Cale muttered inwardly.

'Why is that person looking at me?'

'He wasn't thinking that he could scam me with that fortune-telling cards of his, right?'

'Hah, if that's really what he thought, then he's gravely wrong. I've seen this kind of situations a lot in the novel where people had a fruitful encounter with an odd-looking fortune-teller and was told that he would stumble upon a dangerous situation and it would actually happen later, until the odd-looking fortune-teller showed up and announced himself as a savior.'

'Plus, I don't believe in a prophet anyway, so it's impossible for you to scam me..'

That was what Cale thought before ignoring the fortune-teller.

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Twenty minutes later,

Cale started to scratch a back of his neck.

That mysterious-looking fortune-teller is staring at him again!

'No.. we've been far away from the old place already, how did he keep appearing before my eyes!?'

'Beside, he kept looking at my direction..!'

'Ugh..'

Cale quietly groaned as the current situation reminded him of the encounter with the monocled Hans this morning.

With the fear of his lack of correspondent knowledge of this world, Cale then decided to solve things in peace. He had a feeling that the fortune-teller would come and greet him right at the church's door if he were to ignore him any longer.

Cale then bluntly ordered the carriage driver— who was the vice captain of knight brigade of the last world— Hilsman. Well, in here, he is similarly but a captain of Henituse family's bodyguards.

Since his dear self here was quite sociable with his family, the parallel-self Deruth was very worried of him that he even kept a bodyguard captain on his side.

"Hilsman, stop the carriage a bit."

The lively Hilsman, abided by his lord's command without a hint of hesitation— as always.

"Yes, young master-nim!"

Creakk

As the horse halted, Cale opened the carriage door, and looked around the quiet road for a little while, before crossing to the other side where a black-hair fortune-teller was smiling at him.

Soon, the red-haired arrived at the fortune-telling table. Instantly, he opened his mouth.

"What do you want?"

In fact, this kind of speech sounded very rude to a newly-met person during their first-time meeting, however, to Cale who had sensed his weird gaze several times on the way already, he was kind enough just to come and talk face-to-face.

He felt like, this was the best respect he could ever give.

Even after hearing the obviously rude question, the black-haired paid no care about the other side's wariness as he took off his top hat, putting it onto his chest and politely bowed.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, honorable guest."

He spoke in a very refined manner, that Cale almost choked his saliva, couldn't believe that this person was the one who had been stalking him every since he left the house.