"Got it. Goodbye, boss."
Liu Zheng flexed his tentacles, preparing to leave.
"You're already here, why not get a prophecy? It's free today."
General Services said.
"Forget it, the more you divine your fate, the cheaper it gets. I'm already cheap enough; my fate can't get any cheaper."
He hesitated briefly, then refused General Services' suggestion.
The door shut, the candles extinguished once more, and the room plunged into darkness again.
Only the gaze of General Services remained alight, burning silently.
"Still not quite enough, huh. Was it the 'free' part that scared him off?"
It muttered to itself.
Though, given his cautious nature, this was not unexpected.
Twice now, he had come while bringing the Heavenly Butcher—this level of prudence was rare even among humans.
"Alright, let's try again."
General Services spat out the confidentiality agreement Liu Zheng had just signed, then ignited half-withered Divination Grass with its gaze.
