The servant's confident demeanor didn't seem like a lie, and the steward was half doubting, half believing, as he turned his head, eyes slightly narrowed, carefully scrutinizing the small-statured wandering fortune-teller before him...
He was dressed in a blue long robe, and his sallow face was full of fine wrinkles, with a long white beard on his chin. The whole person looked utterly ordinary, difficult to spot if cast among a crowd.
"You really can tell fortunes?"
"Of course, people in the itinerant world were kind enough to give this old man a nickname~~ Divine Calculator."
"What? You're the Divine Calculator?" The steward's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What? Could it be that you've heard of this old man's name as well?"
"Renowned, renowned, my eyes failed to recognize the master." The steward quickly replied, he was surprised that the Divine Calculator not only appeared plain but dressed so ordinarily.
