The art of fortune-telling was invented by Rosen himself, and it uses a very mysterious power of destiny.

This mysterious power is extremely profound and requires the mage's magic power to reach the fifth ring in order to have the sensitivity to control the power of fate.

But fate is changing all the time, and there is a huge butterfly effect.

Therefore, fortune-telling is only roughly correct at the moment the fortune-telling is completed.

After a moment, the divination result itself becomes a butterfly that affects the subsequent destiny, so the divination result of the previous moment will quickly deviate from the true trajectory of destiny.

In short, the spell results are for reference only.

"Stop~"

When the carriage came to the tree, Rosen rolled down the window and looked at the woman sitting under the tree: "Miss, do you need help?"

At first glance, she was a young farm lady of about 23 or 24 years old, about the same age as his wife Selena, at the crossroads between a girl and a woman.

But being born in a peasant family, her pretty face had begun to show the traces of weathering. Her messy hair was casually fixed behind her head with a wooden hairpin. She was wearing a patched coarse cloth skirt and a pair of muddy cloth shoes on her feet.

In short, it is a very ordinary image of a peasant woman.

But Rosen knew that this was a very sophisticated disguise. He could only sense the existence of the disguise but could not see through the truth.

When the other party saw Rosen, he looked at the guards in front and behind the carriage, and a trace of fear appeared on his face: "Lord, it's no trouble, I just sprained my foot."

Rosen often appeared in public, and it was normal for islanders to know the lord.

He asked, "Where do you live? I can give you a ride, or I can have an escort take you back."

There was a seat for servants at the back of the carriage. If it weren't for the previous divination results, he would at most have named a guard for help, and would not have said the first half of the sentence.

The other party said, "Then I'll trouble you, Lord. I live nearby, less than 2 kilometers away. Just drop me off at the fork in the road ahead."

She limped over, pulled down the small bench next to the back seat of the car and sat down.

"keep going."

The carriage started again.

In everyone's eyes, this was a very ordinary little thing, a small manifestation of the lord's kindness.

But in the carriage, as the other party got closer, Rosen was completely certain that the other party was coming for him, but most likely had no ill intentions.

He guessed: "Maybe you have something to say to me?"

'Wheel~~Wheel~~'

The carriage moved smoothly along the gravel road.

After walking about a hundred meters, Rosen's patience paid off.

A voice sounded in his mind: "Baron, do you remember me?"

Rosen recognized the owner of the voice as soon as he heard it: "Oh~~ Snow Peak Goddess Melchilina, you are so good at disguising yourself."

The voice laughed softly, but then sighed: "I have to pretend because I got into trouble recently and I'm being hunted."

"Huh?" Rosen was surprised. "Who dares to hunt down the Six-ring Mage?"

"The Emerald War Angel of Mother Nature. But you don't have to worry at all. This has nothing to do with you, because you have the divine blood of the natural gods in your body."

These words made Rosen's heart move slightly, and he immediately remembered the "Genealogy of World Aristocracy" which he had read carefully.

Among them, the genealogical records of all the lords of the Natural Alliance can be traced back to a certain natural god.

Either it is the mighty Heavenly Father, or Mother Nature, or other natural gods.

In other words, the reason why the Natural Alliance is called the Natural Alliance is because the lords are all descendants of natural gods.

He smiled and said, "It seems that the whereabouts of the Emerald War Angels are so secretive that I have never felt their presence."

"War angels are not living things, but magical puppets, similar to the mountain tyrants created by my ancestors, so it is difficult to sense them."

After a pause, the goddess outside the carriage continued: "However, compared to 200 years ago, the number of Emerald War Angels has greatly decreased. It is estimated that there are less than three on the entire Weilan Island."

"This shows that the glory of our ancestors, whether it's me or the natural gods, is gradually fading."

"But I was unlucky. I ran into one not long after I left the island, and I haven't been able to completely escape from the pursuit until now."

Rosen listened in silence, thinking in his heart: "Fortunately, my flesh body is a descendant of a natural god, otherwise my fate would be worse than that of the goddess."

After all, the goddess is the direct descendant of the Iron Dragon, and he is only a collateral descendant. He has no access to the high-level knowledge left by his ancestors.

"So, what do you want to tell me?"

"I want to remind you that the waters east of the White Sturgeon Island are not as simple as you think. Those sea fish people are just a group of slaves. There is a powerful master behind them."

Rosen was slightly startled: "Has the goddess been paying attention to my actions?"

The Fishman Killer Plan had only been underway for a short time, and he thought he had been keeping it secret until someone paid special attention to it.

"Of course I'm paying attention. I've been watching all the big things you've done on the island recently."

"Of course, I am mainly bored, not having any intentions towards you. Well, I do have a reason, which is to use your protection to avoid being hunted by the Emerald War Angel."

Rosen felt strange again: "Why is the Emerald War Angel hiding from me?"

"It will try its best to avoid the attention of all lords. After all, they cannot harm the lords of the natural gods, and most of the lords have forgotten the glory of their ancestors. After mobilizing their armies, they can easily destroy these battle angels."

Rosen listened to these words, savored them carefully, and thought about his experiences in the past ten years. Suddenly, he asked, "Have you been to Dawn City?"

"Ah? How did you know?!"

The goddess' voice was full of surprise, and she obviously didn't expect Rosen to ask this.

Rosen chuckled and said, "By chance, I once found a very special nun in the Cathedral of Saint Veran in Dawn City."

Even though this natural temple on the White Sturgeon Island only had three priests, Rosen still respected it and spent a little money to repair the dilapidated temple for them.

"So I guess you must have offended that scary nun."

The goddess sighed: "Okay, you guessed right."

After a pause, she said, "I went to Dawn City to investigate your past. I wanted to see how you acquired such high magical powers."

Rosen smiled and said, "This is the blessing of Mother Nature."

"Come on, Zigrelana is always sleeping. She can sleep even more than I do. She doesn't even have time to care for her direct descendants on the Wit Continent, so how can she have time to care for you, a small island lord from a side branch?"

Rosen was stunned when he heard this: "I thought the princess was sent to me by Mother Nature."

This was actually his deepest and most secret consideration for taking the risk of accepting the princess.

The goddess laughed and said, "I thought so at first, so I went to Dawn City to investigate."

"But the investigation results show that this was an accident because Zigraina was in a deep sleep and it would take at least ten years for her to wake up again."

Rosen was a little puzzled: "Why does she sleep all the time? Is she too old?"

According to the natural divine calendar, Mother Nature has lived for at least 1,500 years, which is far beyond the natural lifespan of mortals.

Even if this mortal is a high-level wizard.

"Not too old, probably around 30 years old. Because she sleeps a lot, a cycle of 50 years, and she wakes up for less than a year each time."

"The reason I sleep is because I've lived too long, and there's nothing new in the world. I also want to live longer so that when my descendants run into trouble, I can wake up and help."

After a pause, the goddess continued: "But this time, she is really going to miss a lot of exciting events, haha~"

After laughing, she returned to the topic of murlocs: "The murlocs in the east are servants of the Deep Sea Siren, and the Deep Sea Siren is the ruler of the Northern Golden Ocean."

This was knowledge that Rosen didn't know.

"Deep-sea sirens. Are they a race in myths and legends that can sing to confuse sailors, swim at high speeds in the seabed, and fly in the sky?"

"Almost. Although it is not as strong as described in the myth, it is still a bit difficult to deal with, especially in the ocean. It is simply a nightmare for ocean-going ships."

"And the banshee that the fishmen in the east of the White Sturgeon Island are loyal to should be a strong person with 7 rings of power. By the way, she has lived for a long time, so she is still sleeping."

"But her descendants are active. If you attack the murlocs, they will definitely awaken the Banshee Queen."

When Rosen heard this, he felt murderous.

The goddess sensed it and said bluntly: "You are definitely no match for her in the ocean. The fleet you built may not be able to pose a threat to the targets hidden in the deep sea."

"Also, although the murlocs are stupid, the banshees are very smart. They can easily form a terrifying navy with the murlocs."

"So, unless you are fully prepared, it is better not to act on your own."

The murderous intent in Rosen's heart disappeared very quickly, because in a short period of time, he really couldn't build a combat submarine to dive into the depths of the ocean to hunt down the Banshee.

This is much more difficult than a speedboat.

Moreover, a seven-ring old monster is indeed not easy to deal with.

"Since the goddess notified me and said so much, she must have something to teach me, right?"

"Hehe~~"

The goddess smiled and said, "It was a pleasant conversation today. I have reached the end of the field now. We can talk again next time we have the chance."

After saying this, she jumped off the back seat of the carriage and limped away.

Rosen looked at her through the car window and saw that she was turning around.

When she noticed his gaze, she smiled, revealing her white teeth as distinct as two rows of pearls.

When she was far away, Alia said, "Lord, I think that peasant woman is weird."

Rosen smiled softly: "It's a bit strange indeed."

The carriage continued to move forward. He thought about the goddess's reminder all the way, and then began to search the information in Lai Fu's database.

As I was searching, I suddenly found a record, which was "Adventures in the Deep Sea" written by Cusk, a famous seafaring adventurer from Kao.

It describes a record of dealing with a deep-sea banshee.

"The water is a human, the water is a fish, and the sky is a bird. Isn't this a transfiguration?"

'She has a beautiful voice, a pretty face, and especially a skin as white and tender as a young girl. This is not surprising. If you soak in water every day, your skin will be tender. Once your skin is tender, your appearance will naturally improve.'

Even in the swimming pools of my previous life, the proportion of beauties was relatively high.

"They love pleasure very much and have great endurance. They can seek pleasure all day long, which is unbearable for human men. Uh-huh~~~~ Isn't this a dolphin from another world~"

Rosen felt that perhaps instead of fighting with weapons, they could fight with words.

But what creatures in the world can satisfy the dolphins who are seeking pleasure all day long?

There was still too little relevant information, and he really couldn't think of it.

While he was thinking, the carriage returned to Crescent Castle.

As soon as I got off the car and returned to the inner room of the lord's longhouse, I saw Selena coming over with a letter in her hand and a hint of embarrassment on her face.

"Dear, there's a letter from Anna."

(End of this chapter)