My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Chapter 134: Dedicate the Sandbox City to the King!

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Today’s large-scale “cult scenes” that are not cults can be said to be very lively, especially when an undecent guy collides with a group of undecent guys.

Everything will become more interesting.

Galan saw that the atmosphere was getting pretty heated, and he was secretly pleased with himself. Besides, they seemed to be enjoying it. Since they wanted to serve the gods, they had to give something, right? Should he also collect some "incense money"?

When Galan thought of this, he couldn't help but raise a sly smile. He cleared his throat, stared at the crowd in front of him with a sharp gaze, and asked with a smile: "Well, in that case! What can you offer to the Supreme God...?"

There was a hint of teasing in his tone, but his eyes looked very serious.

However, when the players heard Galan's question, they fell into deep thought.

Some of them looked at each other, not knowing how to answer, while others lowered their heads and thought, like a man meditating on a "toilet", trying to come up with an answer that would satisfy Galan.

The scene was silent, with only the breeze gently blowing across the ground, picking up sand and gradually dispersing it into the air, as if time had frozen at this moment.

"Hmm..." Anthony was silent for a moment. He looked around and asked hesitantly, "What do you think of this sandbox city? Although it is a bit damaged...in a mess, it is still quite easy to repair. After all, it is just sand and stone."

To prevent the man from misunderstanding, Anthony added hastily, "Of course! There are definitely more than these, but this is all that's left for now."

Galan did not refuse when he saw this. Although it was all his credit that the Sandbox City became what it is now, if he didn't do this, he wouldn't have... gained such a group of "little brothers"?

"Well, our great Lord Herobrine won't mind! As long as you are loyal! Forget about any special rewards... I can take you through all the mountains and rivers!"

Galan was extremely excited. He stepped on the gravel and pointed into the distance. If nothing unexpected happened... this guy also seemed to be excited and had a very enthusiastic aura. He was really pretending.

At this time, Herobrine had no idea that he would have a group of loyal and "stable" believers in the future, and he didn't even know that his fortune teller had been squandering his reputation.

Of course, even if he knew...he probably wouldn't say anything.

So, after this little episode ended~

Our little Galan just remembered the Blue Devil that was sent out, and was about to locate the position of the dragon bone cannon, but found out... he seemed to be not far away?

Moreover... in his special perception, there were a lot of dense red dots following the blue devil. When he was still confused, a terrible idea suddenly popped up in his mind, and at that moment he became alert!

Without any hesitation, little Galan quickly raised his hand, and the crystal ball immediately released powerful energy, turning into a purple-black portal.

In the blink of an eye, Galan passed through the portal and arrived at the outer area some distance away from the sand table.

As expected, as soon as he carefully stuck his head out, he caught a glimpse of the Blue Devil leading a huge army of monsters towards the Sandbox City.

Until the Blue Demon saw the familiar purple-black portal, he raised his hand to signal the monsters behind to stop.

The angel of death hovering in the sky slowly fell to the ground.

That's right, on the way out of Sandbox City, Blue Devil was stopped by the Angel of Death who had been following them. Due to his limited mobility, he had to wait for the two men outside.

When the Blue Devil came out but Galan was not there, it was obvious that something must have gone wrong, which led to this situation later... It seemed that they were preparing to attack the city.

“Are you... okay...?” The Blue Demon’s expression seemed unchanged, but there was a hint of worry in his tone.

"I...I'm fine. What are you guys doing? Are you planning to raze Sandbox City to the ground?"

Galan was sweating profusely. If nothing unexpected happened, this army should belong to the Angel of Death, right? Null shouldn't have come.

Otherwise, he always felt that he would be criticized again...

Now, no matter where he is, there are people watching him. In the End City, there are Death Knights watching him. Now that he has come to the Main World, there is Null watching him. If he goes to other places, Herobrine will watch him personally.

"So I told you, it's very dangerous. Instead of taking the risk, you might as well stay at the south end and follow us."

The Angel of Death was somewhat displeased with what this guy had done, but seeing that he was not seriously injured, he did not scold him any more.

"Oh, oh, little angel, don't say that. Don't look at me like this, I have gained something too." Galan looked at the guy in front of him with a smile, who was obviously worried about him but refused to say it directly.

After hearing what the other party said, the Angel of Death asked helplessly: "What did you gain...what did you gain?"

“……..” Upon seeing this, the Blue Devil remained silent and did not say anything more.

Galan placed his right hand casually on his waist, and gently supported his chin with his left hand. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. He smiled and told the two of them about the "surrender to the enemy incident" that took place in the sandbox city.

After some time...

"So you agreed so easily?"

The Angel of Death frowned slightly. He thought Galan's decision was a bit too hasty.

"But the king has agreed. You should understand what the king means."

The Blue Demon glanced at the man beside him, reminding him that since the King had already made the decision, it would not go wrong.

"Yes, yes, the king has agreed! And don't worry, I'm a fortune teller! I'm very accurate in judging people!"

Galan came over and put his hand on the angel of death's shoulder. His beautiful blue-pink eyes stared at him, as if to say: Don't worry~

"... Come on, if there's anything you can't handle... just come to us." The Angel of Death sighed secretly, he really had no way to deal with this guy.

"Okay~ But don't worry! And...from the current point of view, Sandbox City now belongs to us." Galan is still very interested in Sandbox City. After all, there is a machine inside~

But… how will those red-named players deal with their beloved official? And how will they dedicate the sandbox city to their most beloved supreme god, Herobrine?

Very interesting... Is this a challenge to the authorities? Or is there another solution?