Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 991 - 987
Earlier, Ginsengfruit was cautious, afraid of alerting the other party. Now, he can’t stand it anymore!
If these people really have the ability to sneak past him and attack the small courtyard right under his nose, that would be incredible.
At this moment, all caution and discretion were swept away like a gust of wind.
Ginsengfruit strode into the house.
With a loud "bang," the door was kicked open by Ginsengfruit.
Inside, the people in the house were sitting around, appearing to be meditating.
Even though he had barged in, these nine people remained unmoved, quietly meditating.
Ginsengfruit: ...
Are they looking down on him, or looking down on him!!!
Just as Ginsengfruit was contemplating whether to teach these people a lesson with a kick, he finally approached them.
Then, he saw a scene that left him a bit dumbfounded.
The people sitting together meditating were pale-faced, with blood still at the corners of their mouths, clearly appearing to be severely injured.
But earlier, Ginsengfruit had been observing nearby, and there was no energy fluctuation at all. So how were these people injured?
Now, even Ginsengfruit’s highly sophisticated system brain couldn’t make sense of the situation in front of him.
Little Paperman was also a bit dumbfounded; it had considered various scenarios.
Maybe these people were crafty and had left, leaving behind the illusion that they were still here.
Or perhaps there were others hidden here that they hadn’t discovered.
The situation before them left Little Paperman stuck for a while before it said, "Boss, what’s going on here?"
Ginsengfruit also wanted to know what was going on, plus, weren’t they all in this together?
"By the looks of it, these people are injured. Go search around to see if there’s any Magic Artifact here that can conceal energy fluctuations!"
These people clearly aren’t pushovers but were able to hide among the populace for so long. Besides, he hadn’t detected any energy fluctuations before at all...
Ha, isn’t the case solved!
It’s not that Ginsengfruit is blind and couldn’t keep tabs on these people, but rather that they had a tool to cheat with!
Otherwise, how could they hide so well that even local Dark Masters couldn’t find them?
Little Paperman quickly searched the whole house, even checking a few inches underground.
"Found it!"
Little Paperman quickly brought out an old-looking Dragon Head Walking Stick.
The stick was very smooth, as if someone had polished it daily.
Others might see it as just an ordinary walking stick.
But Little Paperman itself is a Magic Artifact and has an extraordinary sense for its kind.
With a hard smack, a crack appeared in the intact wood of the Dragon Head Walking Stick.
The wood was very hard; not even an axe could easily leave a mark on it.
Plus, the wood had runes carved on it, perfectly protecting the object embedded within.
This craftsmanship certainly comes from a master with heritage.
But now, neither Little Paperman nor Ginsengfruit was in the mood to study this craft that could hide treasures.
Little Paperman, with its bare hands, snapped the Dragon Head Walking Stick in two, revealing inside a smaller, metal-like Scepter.
"This seems like some kind of Scepter or something?"
Especially since this thing appeared to be over a thousand years old, it was clearly a valuable item.
Although they hadn’t figured out what it was yet, Little Paperman had already decided that this should be given to their master.
All good things collected belong to the master.
As Little Paperman took out the whole Scepter, several of those sitting on the ground in meditation opened their eyes.
Two of them, with difficulty, opened their eyes.
They had sensed Ginsengfruit and Little Paperman coming in, but their injuries were too severe.
They simply couldn’t immediately open their eyes and stand to stop them from rummaging through everything.
If Ginsengfruit and Little Paperman hadn’t found and even broken open the protective casing of the Scepter, the people sitting there wouldn’t have forced themselves to open their eyes, even at the cost of shortening their lifespan.
"Who are you? Put down the Magic Wand!"
Hearing this, Little Paperman glanced at the scepter in its hand. So, it wasn’t a Scepter but a Magic Wand, but close enough.
"Just because you tell me to put it down, doesn’t mean I will. I found this with my skills, it’s mine. Besides, if you hadn’t made the first move, we wouldn’t have found you. You deserve this!"
At this moment, Little Paperman no longer had the previous inclination to hide traces of itself in front of these people.
Clearly, it’s because these people had no chance to go out and blab.
Even without their interference, the injuries on these people wouldn’t let them live for long.
"You... cough, cough, cough..."
The other awakened person looked as if he was about to spit fire, glaring at Ginsengfruit and Little Paperman with hatred.
But seeing the person beside him coughing up blood, he immediately redirected his gaze, speaking with a tone full of concern.
"High Priest, how are you?"
Little Paperman had originally wanted to step on this guy’s concerns but hearing them mention the High Priest, it was like a switch was flipped.
"High Priest? You guys aren’t by any chance the ones that the stupid Divine Cauldron Spirit mentioned, the High Priest from that Divine Hall at Snow Mountain Peak~"
This made Ginsengfruit feel somewhat unfamiliar, but he didn’t doubt what Little Paperman said at all.
He immediately kept quiet, waiting to see what would happen.
Hearing Little Paperman’s words, the two men who were initially filled with hatred suddenly froze upon hearing the terms Divine Hall and Divine Cauldron.
Little Paperman needed nothing more to know what’s happening.
"So you guys are really from that so-called Divine Hall. This looks too shabby, nowhere near as grand as the Divine Cauldron Spirit claims!"
Before, that Divine Cauldron Spirit had been reminiscing and longing for the past.
Praising how meticulously the Divine Servants served, and how powerful the High Priest was.
In the end, just this? 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
This shabby courtyard isn’t even as good as the ones rented by its master. Not to mention how dirty and dull these people look.
More importantly, these people aren’t even strong; otherwise, they wouldn’t have gotten injured just from being caught in its master’s Defensive Array.
At this moment, Little Paperman had already marked the Divine Cauldron Spirit as a big liar!
But those two men didn’t care about Little Paperman’s disdainful tone.
They were very agitated: "You know the Divine Cauldron!!!"
