My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Chapter 175 You won't tell me the truth behind my back, right?

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However, when the people over there were chatting happily... Galan woke up silently.

He lay quietly on the bed and cast his eyes on the big tree that Adrian was leaning against. Galan knew what the guy was doing without having to guess.

I guess... he should be secretly informing our king...

He sighed helplessly. Then, his sight slowly moved to the side of the pillow, where a small crystal ball quietly lay, emitting a faint light. It seemed to sense the gaze of its owner, and it slowly rose into the air.

However, just as he was about to rise, Galan grabbed him and stopped him.

"Don't be so excited, I'm still pretending to be asleep... I can't let that guy find out." Galan deliberately lowered his voice, not intending to let Adrian find out that he was not asleep at all.

He gently stroked the small crystal ball in his arms, gradually turned sideways, with his back to Adrian. However, he stared at the crystal ball in his arms without moving his eyes away, as if he was thinking about something.

"Am I being too willful by doing this?" Galan muttered to himself. He felt very guilty about his current situation.

Whether it was ignoring the king's warning and coming to the main world, or almost killing Adrian, it was all a bit... too much for him.

Obviously... he doesn't want that.

Galan gradually hugged the small crystal ball in his arms tightly. He curled up his body involuntarily. A sudden and strong sense of uneasiness quickly spread to the depths of his heart like a tide.

"Let's do better."

Then, he slowly closed his eyes, seemingly a little tired, and sleepiness had begun to push little Galan, as if telling him: "It's time for you to fall asleep."

After Adrian had dealt with the situation, he turned around and saw his fortune teller curled up with the little ball in his arms.

He raised his eyebrows in some confusion and slowly came to the man's bed. He was silent for a moment, then turned around and chose a better place to sit down, keeping watch for someone who was "peacefully" sleeping.

"So... Mr. Fortune Teller likes to curl up into a small ball to sleep?" Adrian smiled faintly, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

He actually knows better than anyone that only those who are insecure like to curl up in bed to give themselves a little "comfort".

Midnight passes quickly, at least for someone who has fallen asleep...

Early the next morning, as the sun gradually rose, a ray of bright and warm sunlight began to fall on the bed. This ray of sunlight was like a gentle hand, gently caressing someone who was still sleeping soundly.

Perhaps because the sunlight was too dazzling, little Galan subconsciously reached out and grabbed the red bed sheet beside him, and quickly pulled it up to cover his head.

Then, as if he suddenly realized something, he jumped up from the bed. He looked around panickily, as if he was looking for something.

"Adrian? No.... How about a zombie that big as me??"

Galan was anxiously looking around for someone. As his sight moved, he accidentally caught a glimpse of two pieces of rotten meat floating under the bed. His brain's CPU was spinning rapidly. No... there was a problem!

No way, he just took a nap... and Adrian turned into two pieces of rotten meat?! No way?! His little zombie is so smart... How could he be burned to death by such a low-level sun?

He gradually sank into a long and deep silence, as if the whole world was moving away from him. At this quiet moment, a familiar and low voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Master Fortune Teller, are you awake?" Adrian walked slowly towards them from a distance with unhurried steps, under the scorching and dazzling sunlight above his head.

However, before he could get close, Galan jumped off the bed in a panic and quickly dragged Adrian to the shade under the tree. Then, he suddenly put his paws on Adrian's shoulders and asked worriedly: "How can you walk in the sun? Without even a helmet... Aren't you afraid of being burned to death?"

Adrian tilted his head slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he seemed to remember something, and slowly began to answer his question: "Don't worry, I'm not an ordinary zombie... The sun can only slow me down at most. Although I don't like sunlight... I won't be burned."

"Eh?"

"Well...anyway, I won't get hurt."

Adrian saw the man in front of him looked puzzled, so he slowly walked under the sunlight and decided to show it to him in person.

Galan looked at the scene in front of him. He squinted slightly to observe Adrian's condition. After seeing that the zombie didn't seem to be seriously injured... he gradually felt relieved.

"Although it's a bit strange, but this way... it's a lot safer?" He stroked his chin, as if he was thinking about something.

Does this mean that Adrian can move freely under the sun... without having to worry about the weakness of sunburn?

Then, Galan suddenly remembered what happened before going to bed last night. He stared at Adrian in front of him, and the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily, as if he was thinking of some "bad idea".

"It seems that this guy... has forgotten that he hurt Adrien yesterday."

"Adrian, where did you go just now?" Galan didn't know what the idea came from, and suddenly he wanted to tease the "simple little zombie" in front of him.

"Me? I went to find some food... some good grilled steaks. Do you want some?" Adrian thought that this guy was just hungry, so he took out a few steaks that he had just hunted and grilled from his inventory.

Originally, he wanted to make some dessert cakes for Galan, but there were no important ingredients for making cakes nearby.

Hmm... The fortune teller shouldn't be picky about food, right?

"Really?" Galan stared at Adrian in front of him with some suspicion. He dragged out the last word and asked with a smile: "Really...didn't you secretly inform the king?"

Adrian didn't seem to expect him to ask such a question, but there was no sign of guilt on his face. Instead, he took up his words with ease.

"How could that be? How could I possibly report this to the king? If I reported this to the king..."

"I'll just become a little zombie that can't fly."

Adrian smiled slightly, his eyes fixed on the man's face, and there seemed to be a hint of determination flashing in his pupils.

"Okay~"

Galan decided not to tease him anymore. He reached out to take the steak handed to him. As soon as he took a bite, he seemed to find something was wrong.

Adrian...can he fly?