บท 713: Good Fortune! Great Fortune!

"Yes, my lady. Only one gold coin to know your future."

Alex gawked at the bald player, who somewhat resembled a monk. He was flashing an innocent divine smile that only great saints probably possessed. 

One look at him and anyone would want to trust him instinctively. It was not a quality that could be pinpointed. It was just a feeling that the monk emanated. He just had that good guy/ saint tag attached to him.

However, Alex couldn't care less about all of this. What she cared about was… he was a fucking fortune teller! Was this really true or was this a bullshit scam?

If it was true, even by a small margin, she wouldn't hesitate to recruit this guy at all costs. She knew about the other fortune teller or prophet or whatever that bastard was who was against them.

So if she could somehow recruit this guy, then wouldn't that threat be totally nullified?