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"Lord Osta, the source of that city's power comes from Samadiya. If we don't defeat her, the city's suspended state will not be lifted."

"Chris, it seems we still need to meet with Samadiya and have a good talk. By the way, has Carl set off?"

"Lord Osta, Karl has already set off. If nothing goes wrong, he will be able to deliver your letter of challenge to Marail City in two or three hours. As for whether Samadiya will come to the appointment, it is hard to be sure. She is still in seclusion and training."

"It would be great if the declaration of war can be delivered. If not, then find a way to attack! It would be best if we can resolve it in a way that minimizes the losses."

"My Lord, I almost forgot that when Samadiya gave me the order personally, it was..."

"Onitana, you may have mistaken me for someone else. Lady Samadiya is not..."

Outside the ancient city of Malail, members of the three primitive tribes of the Sarahanim set up a temporary command center. As the mastermind behind the scenes, Osta arranged for Carl to issue a letter of challenge directly to the "Snake Witch" Samadiya. The gentleman prince wanted to challenge the other party to a duel to resolve the war here and minimize the losses of both sides.

Osta was not sure whether Samadiya would keep the appointment. During the time of waiting for the news, Osta accidentally got a special information. It seemed that there was more than one "snake witch" Samadiya. The snake witch Onitana saw when she received her personal order was said to be different from the snake witch Katrina and Natasha saw. They looked similar, but their hair color, eye color, and energy aura were different.

This special information obtained by chance made Osta wonder if the snake witch Samadiya was actually two people, like twins, or had two forms that could switch at will. It seemed that the answers to all these puzzles would only be revealed one by one after Samadiya arrived at the appointment to participate in the battle.

Chapter 153: The Eve of the Battle of Marail City (Part 2)

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The person sent by Osta to issue the letter of challenge, the hunter Karl, came to the foot of the ancient city of Marail. The young man tied the letter of challenge to the arrow and shot the arrow with a bow to deliver the letter of challenge. The garrison stationed in Marail City received the letter of challenge smoothly. When Karl came back to report, Osta did not wait for the reply from the "Snake Witch" Samadiya. The other party did not seem to intend to accept the invitation and come to fight the gentleman prince to decide the outcome.

Osta looked at the ancient city of Marail floating in the air, and the gentleman prince felt helpless. If he were stationed in the ancient city of Marail, he would not be invited to join the war even though he had such an advantageous terrain. The attacking coalition of the three Sarahanim primitive tribes had a total of more than 600,000 soldiers, while the defending followers of the snake witch only had a total of nearly 300,000. The difference in numbers between the two sides was about twice as large.

Giving up the defensive advantage to fight is definitely an unwise choice. No matter who is in charge, they will not adopt this kind of fighting style. Samadiya's personality is different from that of the beautiful matriarchs of the three primitive tribes of the Sarahanim people. She is not a pure reckless man. She can think about tactics and has certain strategies. When it comes to war, she will not recklessly launch an attack.

If the opponent does not fight, Aosta can only temporarily besiege the city, which is not the best tactic. According to the prior investigation and the summary of intelligence information from all aspects, the "Snake Witch" Samadiya has been operating in the ancient city of Malail for more than ten years. The city has stored a large amount of food and grass supplies, which can be used to feed more than 300,000 defenders for more than a year. The besiegers have consumed more.

Osta didn't know what strange functions the other side's ancient city had, and didn't know if the other side had any trump cards, or other things. After all, it was designed and built by the predecessors of the prehistoric civilization. It was impossible for the predecessors to have reserved some tricks. Samadiya occupied this place, and it was unknown how much she knew about the ancient city, and whether she had mastered the skills to activate those built-in mechanisms.

"Mr. Lord, our army only has enough food and supplies to last for a week. If we cannot quickly reach a decisive battle this time, I suggest that we withdraw our troops first and make long-term plans later."

"Natasha, I have thought about this. The support supplies will be delivered soon. Don't worry, food and fodder supply is not a problem."

"My Lord, this is not a question of support and supplies. Morale is high now, and it is the best time to launch an attack. If we delay the attack for a week, morale will drop significantly."

"Katrina, this is indeed a problem. I have not considered it carefully enough."

"My Lord, if it really doesn't work, I'll lead the charge! There are only a few people here who can fly."

"Onitana, please be patient. Let me think about it for a while. I will give you the operational instructions for the transaction before this afternoon at the earliest."

In the temporary camp of the tribal coalition army headquarters, Osta asked his subordinates "Crazy Axe" Katrina, "Black Witch" Natasha and "Black Dragon" Onitana to move freely outside and wait for his final order. The ancient city of Malail was suspended in the air. If the gentleman prince could not take the city down, the difficulty of the siege would increase several times. This thorny problem could not be solved by just having more people. It could not be solved by just piling up numbers.

Unless some primitive tribes of the Nolanthians and Lonosbils in the rear were dispatched to launch a joint operation, there would be no chance to capture this sky city. The problem facing Osta was that the original contradictions and conflicts between the three major tribes needed time to be resolved. A temporary coalition was formed in a short period of time, and before they could take care of external affairs, they started fighting internally.

This method can't save the emergency. Even if the support supplies arrive a week later, it is still a question whether the three primitive tribes of the Sarahanim will appreciate it if they see that the people who send the supplies are the Norlandias or the Lonosbils. By then, the morale may be further reduced. Osta really couldn't think of a solution, so he took Chris and the other three exclusive combat maids with him and walked out of the commander's barracks to relax and see if he could find a suitable solution.

This gentleman prince wanted to win by minimizing the losses. If he really wanted to win, it was very simple. The simplest and most brutal way was to entrust Chris, Sophia or Yulia, three extraordinary beings. If any one of them took action, he could easily win by borrowing their extraordinary strength. Osta was still unclear about the true purpose of these three people. Except for Chris, he was not very familiar with the other two.

The Gentleman Prince didn't want to rely on the help of Yulia or Sophia to force the other party to come to an end. If he took action himself, he might owe some favors that he couldn't repay in the future. At this stage, there was no problem with supplies. Osta had taken care of the food and grass supply for the Orc Tribe, the Witch Tribe, and the Half-Dragon Tribe. The thing he lacked the least was food. The granary of the Gentleman Prince in the port city of St. Louis could store enough food to supply millions of troops at the same time without any problem.

"Lord Osta, do you need us to take action? Samadiya is much stronger than Katrina and the others, but it won't be difficult for us."

"Chris, if you guys attack directly, Samadiya will definitely not obey, and my ultimate strategic goal will not be achieved."

"Lord Osta, we were inconsiderate. Please treat my suggestion just now as a joke. Please don't take it seriously."

"Lord Osta, I can sense that there may be more than one Samadiya."

"Sophia, are you sure?"

"Lord Osta, I am sure that there are two forces belonging to Samadiya in the ancient city over there. Their energy composition is similar, but there are slight differences in the details."

After leaving the barracks, Osta wandered around aimlessly, thinking that if it really didn't work, he would find an opportunity to log in to the Transmigrator's cheating cheating store system, waste some points there, and exchange one or two usable cheating cheats for siege warfare to save the day. The most traditional way is to find a way to break the floating state of the ancient city opposite. As long as the city can be lowered to the ground, the difficulty of siege will be greatly reduced.

At this time, an old shout came from the roadside. Osta looked in the direction of the sound and almost burst out laughing. On a big rock by the roadside, sat an old man in a blue jacket and sunglasses, holding a hanging flag next to him, dressed like a standard fortune teller. On the hanging flag were written the four characters "Predict the Future" in Chinese characters from an ancient oriental country on Earth. Osta was a fellow countryman who had traveled through time, so he naturally understood what the four characters said.

In a different world where swords and magic intertwine, seeing this kind of oriental-style fortune teller, even if the other party looks like a fairy, Osta feels very uncomfortable. The gentleman prince tried hard to hold back his laughter. The fortune teller was not really blind, he just wore a pair of round sunglasses, just for show. When he saw Osta approaching, he continued to shout.

Those who can come here to set up stalls and tell fortunes are definitely not ordinary time travelers. Nine out of ten are cultivators with special skills. It is very likely that they are immortal cultivators. Otherwise, they would not be able to travel in the dangerous continent of another world, especially in an unordered and dangerous place like the Central Continent where order has not yet been established.

That old immortal must be really capable, otherwise, he wouldn't dare to set up a stall in front of the barracks of hundreds of thousands of troops. The person on the other side probably hasn't been in this plane for a long time, and can already speak the local dialect fluently. At least there is no problem in communication, and there is no need for a middleman to act as an interpreter, so barrier-free and easy communication can be achieved. This is very convenient for Aosta and saves a lot of trouble.

"Fortune telling, fortune telling. If it doesn't work, no money. Young man, you look like someone who is rich and powerful. Do you want to have your fortune told? I think we are destined to be together. Today, I will tell you my fortune for free."

"Old man, is your fortune telling really that accurate? I'd rather spend money to hire a witch to tell fortunes."

"Young man, I have been fortune-telling for five thousand years... I am definitely more accurate than the half-baked witches."

"Old man, you are exaggerating a bit. What if it doesn't work?"

"Young man, fortune-telling is something that only works if you are sincere. If you don't believe it, I won't force you."

"Well, old man, please calculate my life span. Oh, not for me, but for my... my lover."

"It's just a small matter, young man, just wait a moment, I will take care of it."

Osta guessed that the other party's true identity was most likely a time traveler or a cultivator. Although he didn't know the real purpose of the other party stopping him and asking for fortune telling, this gentleman prince wanted to trick the other party and wanted the old man to tell his life span. Osta would definitely not do it himself. He reached out and pulled Chris over, asking the fortune teller to tell the fortune of the beautiful woman with silver hair and silver eyes and standard long straight hair next to him.

As for whether the result of the divination is accurate or not, Osta does not care too much. The reason why the gentleman prince chose the witch to tell the servant is entirely because of personal interest. For him, seeing a beautiful witch is much better than seeing an old man. This has nothing to do with whether the divination is accurate or not. The fortune teller does not know the true thoughts of a gentleman prince. If he knew, he might feel embarrassed. If he had known this, he would not have to do the divination himself. He could have arranged a female disciple. The accuracy of the divination result is secondary.

Chris's expression was a little subtle, and a blush flashed across her face. Regarding Osta's casual calling her lover, Chris pursed her lips and didn't say anything in the end. It can be understood that she acquiesced to this statement. No rebuttal was considered as an admission, after all, there was no denial. Sofia and Yulia, who were watching the fun behind Chris, had calm expressions on their faces, and their beautiful eyes showed expressions of gloating, as if they had predicted the result in advance, and even felt a little sympathy for the old man.

Chris stretched out her hand and asked the fortune teller to read it. After looking at Chris's palm, the fortune teller was stunned, his body was obviously stiff, and if you look closely, you can see that he is trembling slightly, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and the back of his blue jacket is wet with sweat, and cold sweat is pouring down.

This fortune teller is called "Wu Ji Zi". He is a genuine immortal cultivator. After traveling to this plane by chance, he joined an immortal cultivator organization and tried to establish his immortal cultivation sect in the other world. To achieve this goal, he must intervene in the political situation of the countries in the other world and gain the support of the local indigenous people. This time, this organization intervened in the territory unification war in the Bublomfield area. Osta had encountered it before in the decisive battle on the Chimera Plain.

This time, because of some abnormal conditions of the "Snake Witch" Samadiya, she was no longer under the control of the Cultivator Organization. They were forced to change their tactics and try to win over the lord, Prince Aosta. If you want to win over the natives of the other world continent, as a traverser, you must show off first and make the other party think that you have special abilities. Wu Jizi wanted to show off his fortune-telling ability first and tell the other party's fortune to prove his ability. Who would have thought that the other party was also a traverser and didn't buy it at all, and deliberately gave him a difficult problem.

Chris's identity belongs to an infinite dimension, which has long exceeded the scope of common sense. Wujizi can't figure out her palm readings at all. People can't predict certain mysterious existences. After pretending for a while, Wujizi gave up. He didn't dare to say anything about things he didn't know, especially when he was not sure about the identity of the person in front of him.

Let alone palmistry, other methods such as face reading are also ineffective for Chris, Yulia and Sophia. The technology itself is fine, but the target is wrong. Those methods are based on people. If the target is not even a person, the prerequisite does not exist, and it is definitely impossible to calculate anything. Thinking of this, Wu Jizi felt extremely depressed. He could not be sure what kind of existence this lover next to the other party was, and he could not even see a clue.

"Young man, your lover's life span is a secret that cannot be revealed. Why don't you change someone else? I will tell you the fortune for free this time."

"Well, then please help me calculate the life span of this lover, old man."

"This...this one too?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"No, definitely this time."

Osta pretended to understand and asked Wujizi to calculate the life span of Yulia and Sophia. Yulia and Sophia had subtle expressions on their faces about the fact that the gentleman prince also called them lovers. In the end, they pursed their lips like Chris and said nothing afterwards, not explicitly opposing Osta's statement. Wujizi was still confident at first, but soon he broke out in cold sweat and looked quite embarrassed.

Wu Jizi was not only being shown off his love affairs, but also showing off his girlfriend. The key point was that Wu Jizi couldn't figure out the palms and faces of the two stunning beauties behind him. God knows where the gentleman prince found these special lovers. He couldn't figure out their palms and fates, which were far beyond Wu Jizi's cognition. He could only be sure that the other party was not a demon. He couldn't feel the breath of a demon, but more like the aura of a god.

As the saying goes, three times is the limit. After three consecutive failures in fortune-telling, even if Osta didn't say anything, Wu Jizi was embarrassed. This time he was embarrassed. Fortunately, no outsiders saw it, and no one else was watching nearby. Otherwise, the signboard would be ruined, and Wu Jizi's reputation would probably be ruined here. After showing off, Osta was secretly happy and planned to turn around and leave.

At this time, Wu Jizi finally couldn't sit still anymore and called out to Osta. The other party had finished pretending, but he hadn't done it yet. If he didn't show his support, he wouldn't be able to get close to the other party, and many plans wouldn't be able to be carried out and further developed. If he went back, he would be laughed at by other cultivators.

"Young man, don't leave in a hurry. Fortune telling today is not accurate, but I have a plan that can help you take over that ancient city."

"Old man, are you really capable? The fortune-telling just now was not accurate. I don't believe it!"

"Absolutely, young man. If it doesn't work this time, I will give up my job and retire from spying on the secrets of heaven."

"Well then, if you have any advice, old sir, I am all ears."

Almost at the same time, deep inside the ancient city of Malail, in the Ten Thousand Snakes Hall, the snake witch Samadiya was sitting on a stone throne, listening to her subordinates' reports. She already knew about the encirclement by the army. This was the first time in the history of the Sarahanim that such a large-scale civil war had occurred. For many years, the Orc Tribe, the Witch Tribe, and the Half-Dragon Tribe had not raised any objections to the ruling status and leadership of the snake witch Samadiya. Until the gentleman prince arrived, everything changed, and it changed too fast, beyond her control.

Until now, Samadiya still couldn't figure out what means Osta used to not only persuade the Orc Tribe and the Witch Tribe, but also directly incite the Half-Dragon Tribe sent to suppress and attack the former two to defect on the spot. The situation was not favorable for her. This was the biggest challenge Samadiya had encountered since she came to power. She couldn't just surrender. Even if the members of the three primitive tribes betrayed her, Samadiya still had a large number of followers. It was not the time to give up.

Samadiya's 300,000 followers, to be precise, should be considered believers, all of whom are fanatics with firm beliefs. It is not easy to turn them over by normal means, and it is difficult to persuade them. The snake witch still has many cards to play, and has not yet shown any signs of defeat, so there is no need to consider the possibility of peace talks.

"Lord Samadiya, look..."

"Don't worry about them. It's impossible to capture this city. Just strengthen the vigilance to prevent small groups of enemies from causing trouble or causing trouble."

"As you command, Master Samadiya, we will arrange it right away."

Chapter 153: The Battle of Wits before the Battle of Malair Ancient City (Part 2)

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Osta asked Wujizi to tell him in detail how to capture the ancient city of Malair. This gentleman prince was a time traveler himself. Not only was he from the same hometown as Wujizi, the fortune teller, he had also seen many cultivators who traveled to this plane. Therefore, Osta was not very impressed by this fortune teller in a blue jacket and with white hair.

Although Wujizi looked like a sage, when he offered his advice to Osta, he first boasted about gossip and things from the Book of Changes, making himself look high-class and noble. Wujizi wanted to take the opportunity to impress the lord, but, embarrassingly, the gentleman prince didn't buy it at all.

Wu Jizi spoke for a while until his mouth was dry. When he came to his senses, he found that the gentleman prince in front of him, Osta, had a calm expression on his face, and there was no surprise in his eyes. This made Wu Jizi feel extremely embarrassed. When he talked about these new things with the natives of other alien continents, the natives on the opposite sides all had an expression of admiration on their faces, and their eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment.

Unlike this lord, who seemed to understand everything, Wujizi didn't even have a chance to show off. The worst thing was that Osta would interrupt and ask questions from time to time. From a materialist's point of view, he asked Wujizi some sharp questions that were in serious conflict with idealism, which made Wujizi unable to answer several times. The atmosphere on the scene was very awkward, and he fell into a short and mysterious silence several times.

Wu Jizi almost couldn't pretend several times, and was just a few steps away from flipping the table. The other party didn't play by the rules at all, and it was obvious that he didn't want him to continue the topic, and was deliberately looking for trouble. Wu Jizi once suspected that the other party was deliberately looking for trouble and came to ruin the party. The performance of the gentleman prince was not that of a professional troll, and he could just go to the construction site to make it happen. Wu Jizi was depressed several times.

Wujizi couldn't understand why there were still people with materialistic ideas in this plane where swords and magic prevailed. They could accept magic and alien races, but not the metaphysics from an ancient Eastern country. Wasn't this just a deliberate argument? What the other party said was also well-reasoned. Wujizi couldn't find a suitable excuse or reason to refute, so he could only choose to ignore it and not respond.

According to Wujizi's original plan, he wanted to show his talents first and impress the royal nobles and local lords among the indigenous people of this plane. If the plan goes well, the other party will most likely recruit him as a military advisor. At that time, Wujizi can gradually interfere in politics as a counselor and secretly expand his influence. The original intention of this plan is good, and it is also the safest way. The layout is almost perfect. Of course, if you meet a fellow countryman, it will not work well in front of other travelers.

The main reason was gender. With the gentleman prince's aesthetic taste and special preferences, if the other side sent a beautiful cultivator to persuade him, the effect would be much better than sending an old man like Wujizi. Osta didn't mention other aspects, but he liked this. If a beautiful cultivator came to help with fortune-telling, it would be a different version of the story and ending.

Wujizi saw that he could not make the other party admire him, and the conversation might be interrupted at any time, so he had to change his strategy and chose to show his hand directly. There was no other way. If he continued the discussion, not only would he not be able to show off, but he would probably be pissed off by the other party. Osta was a typical person who pretended to be confused. He knew what Wujizi was talking about, but he just didn't respond and didn't give the other party any chance to show off.

"Young man, even though the ancient city is flying in the sky, as long as we have this magic, we can break the city."

"Old sir, does your formation work? Isn't it as unreliable as the fortune telling just now?"

"Young man, this formation is the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Universe Infinite Formation. All you need is your subordinates to set up the altar. I will go up to the altar and shout, and I guarantee..."

"Okay, old man, I think this suggestion is okay, but it's not suitable for use now."

"Young man, don't be impatient. Just listen to what I have to say first..."

"Old sir, this is your reward for fortune-telling. Although it hasn't been done yet, the rules still need to be followed, so just accept it!"

Wu Jizi made a fancy introduction, like a charlatan trying to trick people out of money. He told Osta that the way to break the city was to set up a large formation, and then perform a ritual on the formation to summon the Nine Heavens Thunder and the Four Directions Divine Soldiers to help. When the Divine Soldiers descended from the sky, they would definitely take down the ancient city of Malair. What he said was very mysterious, and although the method was feasible, Osta did not intend to adopt it.

The Sarahanim people are martial, and they would probably think that this strange oriental magic and array is a sorcery, and look down on it from the bottom of their hearts. Even if this method wins in the end, the new leader image and reputation that Osta has worked so hard to establish in the eyes of the Sarahanim people will probably be completely destroyed, and it will be a waste of time. In that case, the gentleman prince might as well rely on his personal style and way of fighting to win the final victory.

Osta himself did not know what the true standpoints of those cultivators were, and what they were trying to achieve by traveling to this plane. Unsure of the true purpose of the cultivators, the gentleman prince remained vigilant, guarding against the other side secretly setting a trap for him. It is better not to owe such a favor, otherwise when you have to pay it back in the future, you may be tricked unintentionally.

Thinking of this, Osta stood up and left. When the gentleman prince turned around and left, he was very graceful and asked Chris standing behind him for a few coins and put them on the table, as a payment for Wujizi's fortune-telling. When Wujizi saw the copper coins on the table, his expression was distorted with anger. He could not maintain the self-cultivation that he had insisted on for many years in front of Osta.

This is just a few copper coins, isn't it just for beggars? They really think he is a charlatan who wanders around and specializes in cheating people out of money. When Wu Jizi used to tell fortunes for the rich and powerful, the emperors, they would give him thousands of taels of gold. The minimum amount of money for fortune telling was at least 10,000 taels of silver. In addition to the huge sums of silver, they were very respectful to Wu Jizi, as if they were worshipping a living god. It was not like today when he was treated as a beggar and was sent away with a few copper coins.

Wujizi looked unhappy and wanted to get angry, but he hesitated. He thought carefully and could not find any good reason to get angry. Wujizi had read the fortune three times in a row and failed to get any information. If he had been in other places, he would have been regarded as a charlatan by customers, and his stall would have been smashed and the flags removed. Osta did not do so. He even gave him a few copper coins as a token of his appreciation. It was good enough and he had done his best.

Osta could have refused to pay if the divination was not accurate. Wu Jizi did not dare to do divination because his divination was not accurate, and he could not collect the divination fee. If this matter were to spread, outsiders would be more certain that this old charlatan was a charlatan. Wu Jizi was now like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to speak out his bitterness. He could only blame himself for not checking the almanac when he went out today. Who knew he would meet Chris and other beautiful women whose origins, origins and backgrounds were unknown.

"What's the matter, old sir? Is the reward that Lord Osta gave you not enough? Is it too little?"

"No, no, it's just right, that's enough."

"That's good. If you have time later, please help me read my palm."

"This... this is no problem. It all depends on fate. If we are destined to meet again, next time... next time for sure."

"Old man, when the time comes, don't forget to help me check my face!"

"Old man, you don't look very well. Do you need my healing magic to help you?"

"No, I still have things to take care of. I'll take my leave now and won't bother you any more."

Wu Jizi was still in a daze, thinking about what to say, when a special soft voice came from beside him, and Chris walked to his side, with a gentle smile on her beautiful face. Wu Jizi shivered inexplicably, and said that he would definitely do it next time. When he finished speaking, cold sweat ran down his back, soaking the blue jacket on his back.

This guy had been fooled once, so he would not be fooled for the second time. He could only reply to Chris casually. He would definitely not tell Chris' fortune again. Not only Chris, but also Yulia and Sofia behind her had the same reason. Facing these three special beings who were beyond the standard, their murderous and heartbreaking remarks, and their secret mockery were clear. Wu Jizi had nothing to say, so he could only find a reason to retreat. He left in disgrace, not daring to stay there for too long.

Wujizi and the mysterious organization of cultivators behind him, and those cultivators with higher cultivation than Wujizi, none of them can calculate the future of Chris and the other three special beings who are beyond their specifications. Those cultivators do not belong to the same system as Chris and the others, and the difference in level is huge, almost like the difference between heaven and earth, just like an ant cannot guess the thoughts and intentions of an elephant.

Before Osta could say anything, Wu Jizi quickly packed up the fortune-telling stall and ran away without looking back. The speed of his retreat and his skillful movements made Osta laugh and cry. It seemed that this guy had really been a charlatan in the past. The speed and skills of his escape showed that he was an old charlatan. He must have run away a lot in the past, so his skills were so strong.

It is not impossible to follow the siege method provided by Wujizi. If the opponent is not the Sarahanim, the gentleman prince may try to accept the plan. The magic array siege saves the attacker more costs than the traditional siege equipment. If the enemy does not have someone who can cast spells, not only will they be passively beaten throughout the process, but they will also be unable to effectively counterattack. This is much better than siege equipment.

"Lord Osta, the method the old man suggested seems to be feasible. Although it sounds strange, it should be much better than using siege equipment."

"Chris, this old man's method is not unanswered on my side, so I don't need her to embarrass herself. Maybe we know it better than him."

"Lord Osta, do you need me to send Black Shadow to monitor this old man? Make sure the tracking won't be discovered."

"Yulia, don't bother. He's just an old man. What's the point of following him? I'm not interested in the organization behind him for now."

"Lord Osta, if you want to tell your fortune, don't bother that old man. I know a lot about this. When I was in the Church of Light, I learned a lot of related secrets out of interest."

"Sophia, you are really good at calculating? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Lord Osta, you seem to be having a good chat with the old man, so you should at least give him some respect."

Aosta also has immortal cultivators, who are arranged in the Crystal Palace, one of the properties owned by the gentleman prince, in the many city lord mansions in the port city of St. Louis, the capital of the territory in the Bloomfield area. If you really want to tell fortunes, use immortal methods, and set up a large formation, you don’t need to rely on outsiders at all. Aosta can do it. As for fortune-telling, you don’t need Wu Jizi, Sophia can do it, and her accuracy rate is higher than that of the old man, almost 100%.

After Wujizi left, Osta continued to walk, thinking about how to take over the ancient city of Malair. However, this episode did not end so quickly. Not long after Wujizi left, Osta heard a beautiful sound of strings. The melody was almost the same as the ancient music of an ancient oriental country. It was the sound of the guzheng. It sounded like a mountain stream and flowing water, and the sense of déjà vu was very strong.

Osta looked in the direction of the sound of the strings and saw a snow-white figure sitting on a relatively flat stone slab by the road. The figure was dressed in the standard costume of a female warrior from an ancient oriental country, wearing a white dress and a bamboo hat. The veil just covered her face, so Osta could not see her true appearance. However, this did not bother Osta. With his rich experience in this field, he could judge from the beautiful figure, the exposed pair of beautiful hands, and the ten slender jade fingers that this female warrior would not be too ugly, at least not too ordinary.