The fortune teller picked up the constellation cards next to her and began to shuffle.
"Alright, in the case of Prince Oliver's death, what intelligence can you provide about the participants?" The fortune teller's voice slowed, carrying an enticing charm, as the candles around her began to flicker.
In fact, in such tasks, there are often slackers, people who only know half-truths, or those who take wild guesses. If they happen to guess right, they can receive a large bounty and adventurer points. Compared to other cases, the risk is much lower. As a full-time fortune teller for the Adventurer Association, she had encountered too many such incidents. Of course, once confirmed by her, such adventurers would also suffer corresponding penalties, but the Adventurer Association would not easily do such a thing.
"The Round Table Conference!" Simmons said smugly, "It's the Round Table Conference!"
