Chapter 21 Diviner

Two horse-drawn carriages rushed on the hard road big and small potholes making the carriage bumpy like a roller coaster.

Around the carriage Pulis and the others rode horses each holding a shotgun and looking around vigilantly.

An hour's drive gave them a look of exhaustion but no one dared to relax in the slightest.

Before setting off Pulis had announced that along the way he might encounter a sneak attack by the necromancer's companion and whoever accidentally lost his life would just admit that he was unlucky.

The manor patrol team that had gone through two fearful scenes still had lingering fears and did not dare to relax and stare at the surrounding movement for a moment.

Through the window of the carriage Anton looked at the surrounding scenery that was very different from that in his previous life. The tall trees dense bushes and the endless vineyards that I saw by chance all tell Anton that this is a different world.

Here it seems better to call yourself Anton!

If it were normal the bumpy carriage would have caused Anton to get sick and vomit. After being promoted to become an extraordinary person Anton was calm and comfortable all the way.

If it weren't for the damn babble if it wasn't for the inexplicable pursuit by the necromancer it would be nice to become an extraordinary person!

"Woohoo!"

A low sound suddenly broke the tranquility of the road. Anton looked in the direction where the noise was made and saw a small black train with a length of about 20 meters which was driving forward with billowing thick smoke.

steam train!

There is already a steam train in this world!

Anton looked at the steam train that was not much faster than a carriage and shook his head gently. Mechanical civilization has begun but the extraordinary are constantly appearing.

"Lord there is a tavern in front of us should we take a break?" Puliszhai came to the carriage and asked.

Anton was still full of energy at this moment but he could clearly feel that the two horses pulling him had reached the limit.

Not only that but Anton also felt that the patrol team's state was not as good as before. They were very nervous along the way and they needed to slow down.

"Go to the front, everyone drink a glass of oatmeal beer!" Anton who has gradually become accustomed to this world arranges.

One cup of oatmeal beer requires three coppers. Although most members of the patrol can afford it it is still a luxury.

After all this copper is enough for a family of three.

Therefore Anton arrangement is simply a delightful one.

Pulis was a little worried. Although he also wanted to relax with a beer he didn't dare to slack off because he was still halfway from Quirk's trip.

Instinctively wanting to oppose it he looked at Anton sitting on the carriage but didn't have the courage to speak.

Since the Lord said something, then do it!

The tavern is not big, just two houses built of snow fir. When Anton and the others walked in there were already a dozen customers in the tavern.

Most of them drank three copper oatmeal beer some of them drank on their own while others were talking.

The arrival of Anton and others caused the boss who was wiping the cup to raise his head but he just looked at the visitor then lowered his head and continued to wipe his cup.

"Boss everybody has a glass of oatmeal beer and Lord Lord a glass of the best white wine!" Pulis shouted to the fat bartender.

Hearing the word lord the people who were talking about it also began to focus on Anton

Although the Holy Sun Empire has declared that all people are equal the upper class represented by the title is still not accessible to ordinary people.

The Lord represents a manor is the owner of a territory with a radius of tens of miles.

Anton shook his head helplessly. He didn't like wine but beer. But in full view Pulis had already called out which made it difficult for him to change.

After all people in the upper class mainly drink wine.

"Come!" The bartender in the corner Boss looked at Anton with his small eyes took out a crystal glass poured a glass of white wine carefully, and placed it on the long counter.

Anton took the crystal cup and took a sip feeling that the taste was okay. Just as he was about to savor it, a voice sounded in his ear: "Honorable Lord, you are free now. Nothing, it's better to let me divination for you."

Anton instinctively looked at the speaker. Not only Anton Pulis and others also looked at the speaker.

Although their guns were behind them they turned their heads at the same time but they still made many people feel trembling in their hearts.

The speaker was a middle-aged man in a black robe who looked like a wandering magician. When entering this tavern Anton noticed this person, after all he was incompatible with other people's costumes.

Fortune-tellers an ancient profession in the Holy Sun Empire some legends they possess strange magical powers and some say they slander and deceive everywhere.

Anton ability to feel is much stronger than ordinary people. He felt that although the fortune-teller looked weak but in fact there was a lot of vitality in his body.

Is this person an extraordinary person?

With doubts Anton readily agreed: "Okay, you can help me calculate is the things I want to do this time going well?"

"As you wish!" The fortuneteller took out a pendulum from his pocket and shook it gently. During the shaking process the fortuneteller's eyes slowly closed as if feeling something.

When the pendulum stopped its position strangely stopped on the right side of the falling vertical position. This situation seemed extraordinary.

"Lord I have to tell you this time I am afraid it will be difficult for you to achieve your wish."

Pulis waited for the patrol team members to stand up and even more annoyed to look at the fortune-teller!

"Lord he is a liar, don't pay attention to him!" Pulis said first: "You can go our lord does not welcome you."

The fortune-teller was not angry at Pulis' reaction and gave Anton a faint glance standing up and preparing to leave.

Anton waved his hand and said, "Regardless of whether your calculation is accurate or not thank you for helping me fortunetelling once. Your wine money will be charged to my account."

Having said this, he said in a deep voice: "Looking at your appearance it should also be going to Quikeluodun. If I still want to find you for divination how can I find you?"

The fortune-teller looked at Anton heavily and said, "Lord if you want to find me go to the house of the fortuneteller on Iron Boat Street in Quikluodun. I will usually be there on Fridays."