The beastman awkwardly retracted his hand and turned to leave dejectedly.
The next goblin swallowed his saliva and had just placed his silver coins in the nearly full basket when Luoning softly said, "You don't have any either."
"Uh... I wanted to ask about the talent of my unborn child." The goblin's eyes shifted, and an ingratiating smile appeared on his ugly blue face.
Luoning felt a bit helpless but said nothing. She looked at the goblin's head, closed her eyes to sense for a moment, seemed surprised, then her expression turned strange as she flipped through a book. Her expression became even stranger.
She asked quietly, "Did you have an injury on your abdomen when you were a child?"
"Yes, yes, yes, a Divination Master truly is a noble profession. So, did my child inherit my talent?" The goblin asked excitedly.
Luoning said oddly, "You're infertile... but have many descendants."
Goblin:....
The people in line behind:....
