PDLP Chapter 302 Ajeta
Chapter 302 Ajeta
"Kiana, where are we going?"
Holding onto Sora's hand, Kiana skipped and hopped onto the street.
"Dead Grey Hair, just come with me!"
Kiana, with her two large braids, looked like a cheerful little bird. Although Qiong was still a little reluctant, he couldn't refuse her anymore after seeing how lively she was.
By the way, are Kiana's hands... really that round?
Because Kiana forced them to hold hands, the two were very close, with no distance between them at all.
Qiong felt this was wrong; even good friends should maintain a proper distance. Perhaps the future would unfold as Kiana said, but for now…
Suddenly, a gust of wind came without warning, and Qiong, who was downwind, was hit in the face by Kiana's hair. At the same time, a sweet scent from the hair entered his nostrils.
Can anyone tell him why hair formed from the power of the end has a fragrance?
"Oh dear, the wind is so strong! Also, it's been so long since I've braided my hair, I'm so rusty! I guess it's better to just let my hair down, right?"
With a snap of her fingers, Kiana's braids turned into loose hair—resulting in her hair almost entirely flying up to her face in the gust of wind.
After brushing aside his fragrant hair, the wind stopped just in time. Kiana's magnificent physique, prominently displayed on her chest and the exposed flesh, came into view—whether it was paranoia or oversensitivity, Sora felt Kiana was seducing him. She first tricked him out with her standard goofy Kiana persona, then changed her hairstyle, getting rid of her silly braids, to increase her charm…
Sora subconsciously turned her face away, adhering to the principle of "don't look where you shouldn't"—well, she couldn't deny her curiosity about that side, in fact, it was quite strong. However, whenever she thought of her girlfriend Raiden Mei's gentle, wifely smile, Sora once again restrained her outrageous thoughts.
Kiana seemed completely oblivious to Sora's strange behavior and continued pulling him forward.
"We're here!"
Before long, Kiana stopped and excitedly pointed to a newly opened... fortune-telling stall in front of her?
"A fortune-telling stall? Kiana, what did you bring me here for?"
Qiong looked at Kiana with a puzzled expression. As everyone knows, most fortune tellers are charlatans and swindlers. If you want to find a fortune teller to play around with, why not Master Pine Sparrow, who is famous throughout Amber Street?
And it doesn't cost any money!
"Hehe, of course I'm here for a fortune telling! I heard this fortune teller is really good, and incredibly accurate!"
Divination, accurate? Qiong didn't believe it at all.
As an atheist—well, a materialist—Qiong firmly believes that all fortune tellers are frauds. So-called diviners are nothing more than people like Song Que who grasp people's psychology and use certain verbal skills to project an image of divine foresight… As for the other type, they're probably like medieval witches or tribal priestesses who have inhaled too much volcanic sulfur or hallucinogens, causing them to hallucinate and believe they've communicated with gods and foreseen the future…
It's not as good as the veiled woman who can summon an indescribable purple crystal hand, who talks about "fate" all day long, and has tarot cards at her side! At least the Black Swan of Flowing Light Memory Court has real skills.
Kiana excitedly pulled Sora into the fortune-telling tent. Just as Sora had guessed, the dimly lit tent was filled with the smell of incense, and a thin veil separated Sora and Kiana from the fortune teller—a standard charlatan's routine.
"Welcome! Are you here for a fortune telling?"
Behind the curtain, a youthful, ethereal female voice drifted over—I wondered if I'd heard it somewhere before?
"Yes! I'd like to have my fortune told... Oh, right, we were introduced by 'Pine Sparrow'!"
Kiana spoke loudly, afraid the woman opposite her wouldn't hear her, and Qiong helplessly rubbed her forehead.
Well, it's already like this, so let's just treat it as a bit of fun—as long as the other side doesn't say something like, "Young man, I see a dark aura about you, and you're bound to have a bloody disaster within three days. V me for 50..." Qiong plans to just let it go like this.
"Oh, I see... I understand now. Please extend your hand so I can feel the threads of your destiny."
"The fortune teller said. Kiana happily stretched out her hand, and Sora silently rolled her eyes at Kiana before extending her hand as well. From behind the veil, a slender, fair hand emerged and gently rested on Sora's hand.
It feels a little itchy.
Qiong felt that the fortune teller didn't seem to be looking at her palms, but rather examined the palms and backs of her hands—does it usually take that long to read someone's fortune?
After a long while, the fortune teller finally spoke.
"Your fates are intertwined and complex, and the future is full of uncertainties. A great crisis awaits you, but there is also an opportunity hidden within."
"What kind of repetitive talk is this..."
Kiana gestured for Sora to be quiet.
"Can we weather this crisis?"
The fortune teller remained silent for a moment.
"It depends on your own choice. When you have the opportunity to make a choice—guest, what are you doing?"
When the fortune teller uttered words that sounded familiar, Qiong couldn't help but pull back the veil—behind the veil was a brown-haired, busty older sister with an indifferent expression...Ajeta?
No wonder the voice sounded so familiar!
"Qiong, what are you doing!"
Ajeta coughed lightly and, without changing his expression, pulled up the thin veil.
"It's nothing serious. In short, when you face choices, listen to your true inner voice so you can turn danger into safety. Also, cherish the people around you. Don't wait until it's too late to regret it."
Qiong's gaze was fixed on the thin veil—as if his gaze could penetrate the curtain.
“Ms. Ajeta, you might as well put it more clearly.”
"You know her?"
"You know me?"
Instead of continuing to feign profundity, Ajeta, surprised, asked a question directly.
Qiong did not answer. Ajeta remained silent for a while, then slowly pulled back the thin veil, revealing her indifferent face.
The sixth of the Seven Arts, the Art of "Utensils," Ajeta, is essentially a scientific madman, extremely selfish and self-serving. For his own thirst for knowledge, he even collaborated with "Awakening"...
Qiong could only label this kind of person as "crazy." The state of the world was irrelevant to her; everything she did was secondary.
"As expected of a master of white magic, your knowledge is indeed extraordinary. Now that you've recognized me, there's no need for me to pretend any longer. Greetings, friends from beyond the heavens."
Kiana and Sora were both a little surprised to hear Ajeta say that.
"A friend from outer space? Ajeta, how did you know that?"
Could it be that Song Que sold their personal information? Hmm... it seems like she's actually capable of doing something like that?
"Judging from your reactions, the news is true."
A smile appeared on Ajeta's lips.
"Don't be nervous, you two. I won't tell anyone that you're not from the Luo Star."
"Actually, we don't mind if other people know."
Ajeta looked a little embarrassed.
"That's not important. What's important is that you're both having headaches because of Lithost, right? And you're trying to find your way home but can't. Like that young master Bai, I'm willing to lend you a hand. Don't ask me why I'm helping you."
Ajeta crossed her arms, stood up, and walked to the two of them. She believed she had predicted what Sora and Kiana were thinking.
"I am very interested in the third planet you came from. Helping you return home will allow me to obtain information about it from you—"
boom!
Just then, a sound came from under the divination table.
"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts..."
Upon hearing the sound, Ajeta's expression changed. Seeing Ajeta's change of expression, Qiong hurriedly squatted down to check.
"Songque? What are you doing under the table?"
The sparrow crawled out from under the table, rubbed its head, and looked at Qiong with an embarrassed expression.
"Um... I'm here to work, you believe me?"
Do you think I'm stupid?
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Now that the story is over, let me first curse this "interrupted chapter dog" (a derogatory term for someone who abandons certain plot points)...
Now that I think about it, I'd rather not go with the White Evil (BE), the Black Evil (HE) would be better, right, Kauslana?
This fragment has a bad feeling to it. It feels like facing the Iron Tomb, this super-corrupted Herrscher of Corruption, means sacrificing the entire Onfaros like Paradise did… (Where did March go? She popped up briefly, where is she now?)
I hope I'm wrong, after all... the Trail Blazers should be able to do anything, be omnipotent, right?
Finally, cherish the present Xilian. Don't waste this chance to interact with her; she probably won't stay after this one...