"You can still pray for rain?"

"Either they can! When Xiao reveals his skills and praises each other for a few more words, he will have a lot of gold."

Felix was very eye-opening. These things could not be seen or heard in the black market. The two chatted for a long time. Before leaving, Reffitin called him.

"Are you the helper Cremy called for help?" she asked cautiously.

"How do you know?"

"This incident was a big deal. The man was almost rescued. I went and took a look. My face was swollen like a coconut, and overgrown with weeds..."

She looked at Garon on the table and gritted her teeth, "Since you paid me for two months, I'll take a look for you-but I won't tell you how to divine you! Don't even think about it!"

"What do you mean?"

"Call others to come and go into the pyramid with you, the weaker the better."

Ten minutes later, Hermione sat in front of Reffitin with a blank expression, who changed back to his gypsy outfit, with a painted pattern on his face.

"There are only three of us here." Felix said hilariously.

"This is a respect for magic." Reffitin retorted seriously.

Hermione asked timidly: "That... professor? What are we going to do?"

"Divine, child, I'm going to do a divination for you." Rifetin said in a calm and distant voice, which reminded Hermione of Trelawny, who was pretending to be a ghost in school.

Are the fortune tellers all over the world carved out from the same mold?

Refetin stared at Hermione carefully, "I need a strand of your hair...You have so much hair, but the hair quality is not very good." She suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled off a few strands of hair. "Ouch!" Hermione screamed in pain and glared at her.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I'll treat you to pear later." Refetin comforted her, and she twisted Hermione's hair, her brown hair kept twisting, and it kept solidifying into silver white where it came into contact with Refetin's fingers, like a silver thread.

When the edges of the hair were completely solidified, Riffitin let go of his hand, and his hair was like fragile porcelain hitting the black velvet on the table, smashing it to pieces.

Refetin held his breath, observed the powder carefully, and twisted it with his fingers from time to time.

"Strange..." she said.

"Ha, this answer is not surprising to me." Hermione muttered, reaching out to rub his head.

"No, what I wonder is that your figure is hidden in the fog, not particularly clear, but... it has not been before." Rifetin shrugged, "Don't worry, you are very safe this time, at least you are safe."

"It's really embarrassing you." Hermione showed a sarcastic expression, and she felt a little sorry for her hair.

"You're welcome." Rifetin showed her face-changing technique in front of her, which made Hermione stunned, and even forgot to refuse the pear she handed over.

On the way back, Hermione asked Rifetin about his origin, and Felix said simply that when they returned to the camp, they saw a small figure in a suit, about three or four feet tall, with a pair of pointed ears.
Chapter completed!