Chapter 13 What's Wrong with Me Being a Fortune Teller?
Old Blue was carrying a small suitcase, leaning on a cane, and walking slowly on the road surrounded by small stalls. This scene looked so familiar.

In my previous life, during the graduation season at university, I would spread a piece of cloth on the ground in a square or open space on campus, and on it would be placed the items that I had "carefully" prepared. I would look forward to someone coming to buy my items, my eyes shining.

I would be happy for a while every time a transaction was successful... Well, there was no point in thinking about this. I should go back quickly and let Mr. Fool get promoted as soon as possible... Otherwise, the Tarot Club would be open for a few minutes and Klein might announce the end of the meeting because of the excessive spiritual burden.

——Originally, Klein only had to take care of Justice, the Hanged Man, and Little Sun. Now with the addition of a priestess, the spiritual burden will only increase.

In a corner of the market, Admisol, with messy and greasy black hair and a pale and ugly face, looked at Old Blue walking in the distance, feeling a little bit unbelievable, a little happy, and a little sad.

Old Blue noticed that someone was watching him, but he didn't care. How could he just look at others when visiting a street stall?

Take the public carriage back to 11 Daffodil Street, the Blue family's home.

"I forgot to have a meal outside before coming back. Sigh, it's all because of the great Mr. Fool..."

Old Blue muttered to himself, took out last night's oatmeal bread from the cupboard, and ate a few bites, but in his mind he was imagining the dishes made by his original self:
"Yesterday's lamb stew with tender peas and fish and chips looked delicious... I was hungry just looking at them. Well, after the sacrifice, let's go to the market, huh? Lettuce and meat market? Forget it, let's call it the market from now on. Buy some ingredients and cook another meal."

Old Bruce had made a plan, and the anticipation of the delicious food made him motivated and acted quickly.

He laid the suitcase flat on the tidy table, then scrubbed the iron saucepan from the kitchen and put it aside.

“纯水100毫升+夜香草汁液13滴+金薄荷叶7片+毒堇汁3滴+龙血草9克+拉瓦章鱼血液10毫升+星水晶50克……”

This is... This is actually the formula for the fortune teller's potion! Old Blue is actually going to mix the fortune teller's potion!
"Hey, only a fool would choose the 5th path of omniscience, especially when it's so obvious that I'm the backup... I'm not a rookie like Klein who dares to pick on a fortune teller just by listening to Roselle's words... I'm afraid that if I choose the 5th path of omniscience and omnipotence, I'll lose myself the moment I'm promoted to a demigod or angel. Another main consciousness will crawl out of the "chaos puddle", right? Still trying to plot against me?!"

Old Blue raised his middle finger to someone, his hands moving quickly. The preparation of low-sequence potions was very simple. It did not require special flames, rituals, spells, or spiritual participation. All he had to do was add the ingredients in the correct order according to the recipe and stir.

Especially for the sake of convenience, Old Blue directly wrote down the quantities required by the fortune teller's recipe on the material list, handed it to the waiter Little Jack, and asked him to help him take out all the quantities... So Little Jack looked a little strange at that time...

——Old Blue just has to throw the ingredients into the iron pot in order, and the potion will be ready.

In the black iron pot, the materials were rapidly dissolving and connecting, forming a pool of sticky dark blue liquid.

Old Blue took the wooden spoon, scooped out the potion that was connected to each other and inseparable at one time, and was about to put it into his mouth.

"Hey, now I finally jumped out..."

Old Blue was suddenly startled. He felt his body filled with strength, which was in stark contrast to the weakness he had felt before when he lost his extraordinary characteristics.

"No way?"

Around him, the illusory sea water flashed by, and compared with before, Old Blue's body became extremely oppressive and impressive.

"Fuck! What does this mean?"

Old Blue was stunned. He was about to become a "fortune teller" under the Great Fool. In the future, he would have the opportunity to become a "miracle master". He had no chance to become a "secret servant", but he could jump to the "salted fish" angel and become a "star key"! He didn't ask for godhood anymore. The status of an archangel was enough for a time traveler to survive, right? What was the result?

"Is this returning my characteristics to me?" Old Bruce felt the tremendous power in his body and felt that he could punch through the wall effortlessly. As soon as a thought came to his mind, a layer of phantom scales emerged under his skin. These fine scales could even block close-range shooting from a revolver, and also allowed him to be as agile in the water as a sea creature, allowing him to dive for at least ten minutes.

Take a deep breath... With each breath, old Bruce's dry body seemed to be injected with gas, his muscles swelled, and his body almost returned to its peak state.

Boom! Boom! Sounds like thunder were heard one after another, making the window glass in the distance buzz.

Old Blue barely managed to hold back a cry, but the feeling of gaining strength, especially after experiencing weakness, was so fascinating - just like recovering from a serious illness, and then clearly feeling the taste of health.

The wooden spoon scooping the "Fortune Teller" potion fell into the iron pot, and the sticky, dark blue liquid remained connected without any separation.

"Oh! My God—"

Old Blue hugged his head, speechless. He was very sure that he did not actively call out the "Chaos Puddle" just now. It definitely came out on its own, and he did not make it give up its characteristics!
——This characteristic is extremely pure, as if all the remaining will within it has fallen into the "chaos puddle".

"It's over. They're going to force me into a low-profile 'Creator'... What about that little sun? It's equivalent to half of the 'No Darkness'. Will it also be purified and thrown on me? Wouldn't that make me lose control right away?"

"Is this the legendary law of aggregation of Beyonder characteristics? Making me an omniscient and omnipotent Beyonder is also a kind of aggregation? This aggregation is too smart!"

Old Blue complained loudly, and it took him a while to calm down, to recover from the contradiction between the extreme excitement of his body and the extreme resistance of his will... This is quite difficult...

He reached along the watch chain and pulled out his silver pocket watch. The cover popped open and the second hand began ticking.

"It's a little after twelve o'clock now. Klein will meet with the Nighthawk informant, the Psychological Alchemist's traitor, and the asylum doctor Dust Guderian at the shooting club at one o'clock. Then at three o'clock, the Tarot Club will..."

“Klein is so busy…” Old Blue sighed as he reflected on my fulfilling cooking routine and pushed the iron pot aside, thinking that out of sight, out of mind.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, let me think about it," Old Blue recalled the specific steps recorded in the book, and followed the steps to meticulously find all the necessary materials:

A ceremonial silver dagger, a glass of water, a pile of coarse salt, two candles, a pen, paper, and the materials that the Fool specifically requested in the small suitcase next to it.

"The first step is to build the altar, and then draw the symbol that symbolizes Mr. Fool—no, you have to recite Mr. Fool's honorific name first. Otherwise, Klein won't be able to see the whole process, and it will be troublesome if he can't perform the sacrifice alone..."

Then, old Blue showed all his piety on his face and recited in Hermetic language:

"You are a fool who does not belong to this era. You are the mysterious master above the gray fog. You are the king of yellow and black who controls good luck."

"I pray for your help."

"I pray for your favor."

"I pray you turn your eyes here."

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