"What prophet? Maybe he's just a guy who studies psychology and pretends to be a fool."

After filling out the last test question, the grass sandpaper, as Bejeka said, automatically burned and soon turned into a small pile of ashes.

Lance knew that the results of the filling would definitely be automatically passed to the so-called prophet. However, Lance carefully considered each of the above questions and did not reveal too much private information. At most, it may reflect his personality.

According to this result, it would not be strange if the Prophet Am told Lance's mental state in one word.

After all, in Lance's previous life, many famous psychology masters could pass similar tests to draw some relatively reliable conclusions.

But this thing has nothing to do with divination.

"Maybe he's really a liar."

Lance thought so.

But at this point, regardless of whether she was a liar or not, since she had spent some hard work to get the divination quota, she had to go and see if that guy was really real.

Thinking of this, he took Mia away from the Conch Tavern.

...

When Lance arrived at the Prophet Emu's hut, Bejeka just finished the divination process and walked out of the hut with a strange expression.

"Where is Jamieri?" Lance asked casually.

Who knew that this time, Bejeka's tone was surprisingly bad, leaving only a cold sentence: "I don't know. I still have something to do."

Then he passed by Lance, as if there was something urgent to do.

Lance frowned. Although Bejeka has acted strangely since the two met, she has never spoken to herself in this tone like today.

"Divine tricked?" A possibility emerged in Lance's mind.

"You are here to divine, are you?"

The old woman who had been farming in the strawberry garden appeared in front of Lance again. She was holding the hoe as always.

Lance nodded and handed over the doll in his hand.

"You can't tell. You three have their own abilities, so it's not easy to get together. Well, you can go in, Lord Emu will wait for you in the hut."

The old woman's tone finally calmed down a little.

Lans held Miya's hand and was about to walk in, but who knew that the old woman suddenly shouted: "You are alone! Have you heard it clearly?"

Lance frowned and said, "But I can't leave her alone."

"I don't care about these. This is the rule." The old woman said harshly: "If you only have one doll, you can only enter one person. This is a dead rule. It cannot be changed."

Miya suddenly panicked, as if she had done something wrong.

"It's okay, Mia." Lance comforted softly.

"Then I'll go in, can you take care of her on my behalf?" He looked at the old woman.

The old woman rolled her eyes and said sneered: "I am not your nanny. Why do you want to help you see your daughter?"

Lance was a little angry. This old woman didn't even care about human nature; but he was a little worried about letting Mia stay outside alone.

"Then I'll come back next time." He suppressed his anger and prepared to take back the doll.

The old woman reluctantly took out the doll, but who knew that at this moment, a nice voice suddenly came from the cabin: "Let them come in together."

It sounds like this is a young woman.

Lance was a little curious. He originally thought that the so-called prophet Emu should be an old woman about the same age as an old woman.

Hearing this sentence, the old woman's face seemed to be a ghost, and she immediately hesitated: "But, sir... what are your rules?"

"Today is different." A nice voice continued to be heard from the wooden house: "I want to see her too. What's more, the rules are decided by me."

"Well, everything is as you wish." The old woman said respectfully.

Then she said to the two of them: "You can go in now. Remember, don't make trouble."

The next sentence was said to Miya viciously.

Lance handed over the doll again and led Mia through the path in the strawberry garden. Mia looked at the green strawberries curiously and forced herself to reach out to pick them.

The two walked to the end of the strawberry garden, which was a small house with a slightly open side door.

"Please come in, two."

Prophet Am said.

Lance pushed open the side door and found that the light inside was extremely dim. A faint fragrance filled the air, making people's mind feel a little clear.

The room was small, separated by a thin window screen in the middle. Lance sat on the chair and could only see a blurry outline.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

The person on the opposite side ignored Lance and instead asked Mia first.

Miya said timidly: "Mia."

"Good girl, you are not a diviner today, so please go to the next door to rest for a while. Wait for your... friend, after the divination is finished, you will leave together. OK?"

Unlike the old woman in the strawberry garden, Prophet Emu appears very easy to talk to.

Mia nodded. She walked towards the coral closet next to her, opened the door on the coral closet naturally, and got in.

Obviously, this is a witchcraft mechanism.

But Lance was surprised: "How did she know..."

"Of course she knows." Am said lightly: "As her identity, everything about the sea clan does not need to be learned from her. This kind of secret door has long been condensed in her blood. This is her instinct."

"Are you a member of the Sea Clan?" Lance said tentatively.

"Once it was." The other party's answer was impeccable: "But Mr. Lance, you are not divining me today, so you don't need to know more about me."

"Okay." Lance shrugged.

"You have three hourglass time."

One corner of the window screen was pulled open, and a snow-white hand reached out from there. She arranged the three small hourglass as a result. She turned the first hourglass upside down, and time began to pass by little by little.

Taking advantage of this moment, Lance couldn't help but glance at the window screen. With his hawkeye's eyesight, he could naturally see the face of the person opposite clearly.

"I didn't expect this prophet Emu to be so young." Lance was slightly shocked.

Sitting opposite, she was clearly a young and energetic woman. She looked no more than twenty-five years old and had sea blue hair, but her appearance was closer to humans.

The reason why Lance dared to draw such a conclusion was because he did not feel any magical breath from Eminem. She looked like an ordinary person.

If she was a wizard, she might be an old monster.

"Peeling someone else's appearance is not a good habit. If you meet a fortune teller with a bad temper, your previous hard work may be in vain."

Em said lightly: "Mr. Lance, have you seen enough?"

Lance laughed dryly: "Enough."

"Okay, let's start," said Eminem. "You can ask any questions you have. I will answer them as much as possible. But I don't guarantee that they are 100% correct."

"Didn't your prediction be 100% correct?" Lance asked.

"For others, it's true." Eminem said calmly: "But you, different."

"Where am I different?" Lance continued to ask.

"Because you are an alien." Emu's voice sounded like a bolt from the blue in Lance's ear: "That water-blue planet...is your hometown, right?"

"You are the third foreigner I have ever divined. Your destiny is related to the heart of the plane you are in, so I cannot fully predict it, please forgive me."

...

In the quiet hut, Lance was unable to speak for a long time. He was a little confused whether Eminem was pretending to be mysterious or really saw his fate and origin.

"Tell me your question, the first hourglass is almost done." Emu reminded.

"Okay." Lance pondered for a moment and asked, "Suppose...just assumption, I am indeed the foreigner in your mouth. Then I want to ask, will I still have the chance to return to my hometown in my lifetime?"

"Interesting question," Eminem said softly, "I do my best."

As she said, she reached out her snow-white little hand: "Give me your hand."

Lance gently held the prophet's hand, and a cold sense of touch stimulated his nerves.

"Cold blood is indeed a characteristic of the sea clan." Lance was secretly surprised.

This Emu looks like a human woman, but in fact he is actually a sea clan.

Just as he was thinking this, the little hand that grabbed Lance suddenly held him tightly: "Don't distract, Mr. Lance. I need your cooperation."

"Um?"

"Try to recall what happened about your hometown. Just remember. I need some clues to sort out the tributaries of destiny."

In Lance's mind, the days when he was struggling to survive on the earth began to appear.

All kinds of pictures passed by him, and those things seemed to have happened yesterday; but since his rebirth, such things have happened again, as if a century had passed.

He even doubts whether he can adapt to life there even if he can return to Earth. When memories become distant, everything in the memory becomes unfamiliar, and sometimes, he even doubts whether these memories are real.

Or, it's just a dream.

...

When the second hourglass was finished, the hand that held Lance tightly suddenly relaxed.

A continuous gasp sounded across the window screen.

"Are you okay?" Lance glanced at his hand, and there was obvious bruises on it. This woman was quite strong.

"no problem."

After a while, Em replied weakly: "I can give you the answer. The future I see is yes, you will return to your hometown... but it seems that there is not where you have been lingering, you will encounter it there..."

"What happened?" Lance asked. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!