The black-robed figure seemed to sense Ah Chen’s gaze, lifted their head and nodded lightly, then continued sitting there, seemingly lost in thought, not playing on their phone, just unusually quiet.
"Damn, is that black-robed figure a Western witch?"
"Brown hair and eyes, though mostly hidden by the dark robe, I still saw it clearly."
"And that snake-shaped staff in her hand, just staring at it feels terrifying."
"That black-robed witch must have some tricks."
"She looks gloomy and cold, but she just nodded at Feng Chen, so she’s not as scary."
"Did you see? Her nails are long and red, would she scratch five holes in my head?"
"Well, could it be that she just got a manicure? Seems like there are diamonds on those red nails?"
"Pfft!"
"The Wen Family certainly went big, inviting talented people from the West. I noticed quite a few Westerners here earlier."
"I also saw some tarot readers! They’re already playing at the table."
"Ah, saw my dear Luo Yun. Luo Yun is also a tarot master, and looking stunning today!"
Ah Chen glanced around and indeed, quite a few more people had arrived in this short time.
"An Eastern person, and a tarot master?" A slightly contemptuous voice caught Ah Chen’s attention—a blonde woman in a blue dress, looking quite haughty. She was staring at a woman in a purple princess dress with curled hair, but clearly an Eastern face.
Obviously, this scene was seen by the live-stream audience, who were quite angry, starting to curse at the blonde woman.
Luo Yun looked up and smiled, speaking with a hint of sarcasm: "Is that so surprising? Miss, your vision seems not so good. Is it a problem with your eyes? Perhaps you should see an eye specialist soon."
Luo Yun’s words made the initially indignant audience burst into laughter.
Those familiar with Luo Yun loudly praised, as expected from their well-known sharp-tongued Luo Yun.
The blonde woman evidently understood Eastern speech quite well, quickly catching the sarcastic tone, her gaze furious.
But here in Wen’s Castle, not wanting to be thrown out, she couldn’t afford to act out.
She raised her proud chin: "An Eastern tarot master; having a sharp tongue doesn’t mean much! You should pray the Goddess of Fortune comes and helps you pass the tests."
"I don’t believe in luck gods." Luo Yun winked, "I trust the God of Wealth."
"As for tests, it’s about one’s own skills. Praying to gods is futile; for small matters like this, gods probably don’t have time to care."
Those watching this couldn’t help but laugh, even the black-robed witch glanced at Luo Yun twice.
Seeing the blonde woman walk off coldly, Luo Yun didn’t mean to prolong it, glanced around, and finally sat at Ah Chen’s table.
"I’m Luo Yun," Luo Yun greeted actively, "I know you, Boss Feng."
"Hello." Ah Chen returned the greeting, and with that, Luo Yun sat closer, seeming quite at ease.
Of course, Ah Chen didn’t mind. She found Luo Yun’s personality entertaining.
She glanced at the state of the live stream; viewers were expressing that they also believed in the God of Wealth, making her smile knowingly.
"I wonder what to call the witch miss?" Luo Yun then looked at the black-robed witch at the table, whose presence was thoroughly concealed, adding to the mystery.
"Deborah." The witch’s voice sounded, cold and yet mildly indifferent. Surprisingly, her Eastern speech was particularly standard, no hint of a Western accent.
A surprise, yet not unheard of.
After all, nowadays many foreigners live in Eastern Country and many can speak fluent Eastern, some even mastering local dialects.
"Your Eastern speech is excellent." Luo Yun praised, "I initially thought you might not understand, I was ready to attempt asking in my clumsy foreign language."
Deborah’s expression remained unchanged, seemingly used to such compliments.
"I learned Eastern from a young age, have lived here for quite a long time." She explained briefly, then lowered her gaze, clearly not inclined to continue the conversation.
Luo Yun naturally could read the mood, refraining from more questions, instead checking the live stream on her phone.
Then talked to Ah Chen: "Wonder what today’s basic test will be."
"Hopefully it won’t be catching ghosts; that’s out of my league, I’m just a little tarot master, can do some divination but catching ghosts is a no-go." Luo Yun expressed with a troubled look, making the audience laugh.
"Hope to pass the test; getting fifty thousand free, plus staying in the castle for a month!"
"Mr. Wen invited us mainly to find the reincarnation of his first love, being good at divination is actually fitting; probably won’t test on ghost catching." Ah Chen replied.
Considering the Soul Destruction Array under the castle, once activated, any ghost coming would surely perish, no need for someone to catch them.
Luo Yun thought for a while, looking quite agreeable, confidence growing: "Perhaps I can even bluff my way through."
This made Ah Chen look at her a few more times; she didn’t sense any cultivation power from Luo Yun, whether Eastern or Western, implying she might just be a surface-level tarot master?
But the black-robed witch beside her did seem to possess some special power.
Thinking this, Ah Chen didn’t plan on asking much; online, tarot masters abound, accuracy depends on if you believe or not.
With so many video viewers, those inaccurate would be swiped past immediately, accurate ones naturally inviting comments.
Some divination dogs even hit the mark on two.
Just like ordinary fortune-tellers, there’s experience passed down from predecessors, a hold on human nature, understanding of human life trajectories, almost formulaic, just fit it in.
Lin Xixi and Fu Yingshu returned from exploring the castle.
They naturally chose to sit at Ah Chen’s table, noticing Luo Yun and the black-robed witch Deborah, everyone exchanged greetings to get acquainted.
By this time, the spacious banquet hall had over a hundred talented individuals.
"Fu Yingshu."
Then, a young man in Daoist attire carrying a sword appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall, sweeping his eyes across the room, immediately settling his gaze on Fu Yingshu and making his way over.
Fu Yingshu visibly furrowed his brows, apparently reluctant to deal with this person.
However, the man was already several steps away, despite people moving around, he was unhindered, seemingly predicting others’ next moves, smoothly arriving.
"Ge Yu, you’re interested in occasions like this too?" Fu Yingshu’s expression had settled, the reason not wanting to cross Ge Yu was that from childhood, Ge Yu loved to compete with him.