"Huh? Old man... sir, do you know us?"
The captain was a bit bewildered by the Evil Ghost Prophet's exceedingly warm enthusiasm. It was the first time an NPC treated him so importantly, and he found it rather unsettling.
"I don't know you. But I've foreseen that you would come today."
The Evil Ghost Prophet spoke cryptically, raising his head at a 45-degree angle, gazing at the sky with his hands behind his back, embodying the image of a great sage.
"Whoa, that's so mystical! He can even foresee us coming? That's incredible!"
The mage stared at the NPC, deeply shocked, subconsciously asking, "Sir, can you also guess what we're here for?"
"You have journeyed tirelessly to this place for the sake of a quest."
The Evil Ghost Prophet was quite certain, his tone resolute, leaving no room for doubt.
"Oh boy, he can predict even that?"
The mage slapped his thigh emphatically, excitedly asking, "What do you do for a living, sir? How do you predict so accurately?"
"..."
