Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

"Welcome, mysterious magician and young man from the Chinese continent."

The short goblin boss, wearing a suit and standing on a high stool, treats all customers equally. This is probably the courage of a businessman.

"Please feel free to pick out what you need." The goblin boss snapped his fingers naturally, and soon a dedicated dwarf jumped out of the sack and came over to serve them.

The goblin shop is very large, with a height and space of twelve stories, and basically includes everything needed for college life.

This was the first time that Leso had come into the academy after half a school year. Most of the time, he was willing to cross many streets and go to farther stores to make purchases, so that he wouldn't be stared at for a long time with strange looks.

But this time it was different. Leso followed Jinchen to pick out the things he needed - raw materials and distilling bottles to make potions for his classmates, and he hardly felt the unfriendly looks.

Of course, this may be largely due to the sword that Jinchen suddenly held in his hand.

"Hey! Impolite Wizard Leso!"

A voice suddenly came from behind them, arrogant and careless.

Here comes the next unlucky guy.

Jinchen curled his lips inappropriately, protecting Leso and looking back. The young man in the senior department uniform was very imposing, and his frizzy short hair showed his owner's equally hurried personality.

"I heard that you are very good at making potions, but you just don't want to make them for Arya! What are you thinking with? You are such an impolite guy!" The angry senior scolded.

Leso wrinkled his nose, not understanding how this matter could be linked to impoliteness.

He just didn't agree to make the potion, not that he would secretly add rat corpses into the potion after agreeing.

...This seems to be a good idea, I’ll try it next time.

But more and more people were attracted to the angry senior, and Leso was not used to it. He pulled his hood and hid behind Jinchen.

"It's okay." Jinchen held his hand, and the warmth of their grip seemed to be conveying strength.

Leso couldn't help but move closer to drive away the gazes that made him uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" The angry senior asked, suppressing his anger, "What is your relationship with this rude guy who looks like a black magician?"

"No, that's not important."

Jinchen's tone suddenly became slow and mysterious, "Senior, how are your grades in divination class?"

"what?"

The angry senior scratched the back of his head in confusion, "What does it have to do with you?"

"I come from the distant and mysterious East China. I have the ability to predict the future. It is more accurate than divination and can see through your past and future."

Jinchen counted casually in the air with his fingertips twice, the sound was scattered but inexplicably convincing.

Leso's eyes gradually brightened. It turned out that his good friend was so powerful!

The furious senior was completely confused.

I'm just here to pick a fight, but you say you want to see through my past and future?

Are you Chinese people so direct?

"If you don't believe it, you can ask the fortune teller here to compare." Jinchen said again.

The people watching in the store were getting a little restless, and soon a curly-haired senior school girl wearing a brown senior uniform came over, holding a crystal ball and a tarot lemongrass.

"Can I compete with you?"

"Of course." Jinchen agreed with a smile.

Senior student with a rage: “…”

No one asked for my opinion?

Leso pulled Jinchen's sleeve and said, "Come on, I believe in you."

Thus, an inexplicable competition began.

The goblin boss adjusted his bow tie, stood among the people, and blew a whistle.

"start!"

The curly-haired senior girl waved lemongrass in front of the puffy-haired senior, chanted a short spell, and asked the senior to cover the suspended crystal ball with his hand.

“Please imagine that you are stepping on the softest and most comfortable clouds, and endless energy is being injected into your body…”

Jinchen took the peach wood sword and knocked on the senior's head three times.

He pinched his slender fingers and pointed at the air.

"Your name is Dobbit. You were born in September of the 450th year of the magic calendar. Your father is the vice-master of the Knights Templar. He was strict with you but he raised a rebellious teenager."

Jin Chen opened his eyes slightly and coughed lightly, "When you were thirteen, you kissed the elf secretly. When you were fourteen, you stole the medal of the Knights' Order and deceived an ignorant boy. When you were fifteen, you did bad things that were not suitable for teenagers with your father's new boyfriend. When you were sixteen..."

The expressions of the people watching gradually changed, and they stared at the senior.

"stop!!"

The angry senior was really going to get angry, "That's enough! Shut up!"

The senior sister who had just finished chanting twitched her lips, silently withdrew her fingertips from his wrist, and wiped them.

"I lost." The senior looked at Jinchen with interest, "Welcome to join our divination club."

Jin Chen nodded, and then lowered his voice to say to the angry senior: "The important thing is, I calculated that you will have a disaster today. If you can't avoid it, you will die."

Leso's eyes suddenly widened.

Awesome! This also counts!

The angry senior suddenly felt weak in the legs.

All the preparations made him believe Jinchen's words without a doubt.

"No... No! I can't die, you... No, respected Chinese magician, please save me!"

Jin Chen was unfathomable. "It's not impossible to solve it, but..."

He drawled out his words, and the smart senior immediately understood, "I understand! Money! I can give a lot of gold coins!"

"Vulgar, we don't talk about money, we talk about fate."

Jinchen hugged Leso and said with a smile: "Please order expensive magic potions from our great Lord Leso."

Senior: "Three hundred gold coins! Any potion will do!"

Jinchen nodded with satisfaction.

Leso hesitated for a moment, and when it seemed that everything was going smoothly, he was already stunned. He quietly calculated in his mind how much he could do with three hundred gold coins.

"Put this in your pocket." Jin Chen casually took out two tracking charms from the cloth bag. "If you encounter danger, just grab the charms and shout my name."

"Then you will appear beside me instantly, no matter how far away you are?" the senior guessed with surprise.

Jinchen: "You wish."

Senior: “…”

"I'll sense it and rush over as quickly as I can, but since we're destined to be together, we won't be too far away."

Jinchen said meaningfully: "In the afternoon, do what you are supposed to do, don't deliberately disrupt the rhythm."

It will only work if you meet Arya according to the plot line.

Senior Zhamao was so grateful that he burst into tears.

Jinchen hugged the still dazed Leso and left the Goblin Shop.

"Welcome to our two lords next time." The goblin boss who appeared at the door again took off his hat and saluted.

Jinchen saw that something was wrong with Leso, so he stopped and looked down at him and said, "Don't worry, I won't use my fortune-telling ability on you."

Leso certainly didn't mind that.

He looked at Jinchen, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Why do you have to give me the gold coins to help him tell fortunes? That's three hundred gold coins."

Even if he split it equally with Jinchen, he would still get 150, which was enough for him to spend a long time and eat a lot of delicious food that he was reluctant to eat.

"Because you accompanied me here, I was able to have this opportunity."

Jinchen touched his head, and his just-right gentle tone made Leso's heart beat faster.

"You are my lucky muse."