The Shaman Wants Transcendence

Chapter 66

66 – The White Witch of Rumpelstiltshen

“Let’s see that one.”

“Yes?”

“See!”

“Wait!”

This Arin took Ella’s hand and entered her street fortune teller.

Caught tightly in her hand, Ella tried to shake off her hand, but her strength was so strong that she couldn’t get out. Besides, her floor was also slippery for some reason, and she was dragged along as she slid straight down.

“Excuse me!”

With my daughter

As I walked through the cloth and entered, the sound of bells announcing guests rang out.

The fortune teller, who was doing something on his smartphone, raised his head slightly to look at the two of them, turned off his smartphone, sat down at the table, and welcomed them both.

“Oh, welcome.”

And after receiving that greeting, Ella looked at her fortune teller with a dazed expression, as if slightly shocked.

A slim-looking body.

Long legs.

A ponytail made by gently tying the hair up to the neck.

And, a beard reminiscent of a bandit.

“There are two pretty girls. Come on, sit down.”

The fortune teller was a man.

A man who speaks femininely and behaves femininely.

He smiled brightly and seated the two across from him, giving a slight wink to Ella, who was staring blankly at his face. And after receiving that wink, Ella came to her senses.

‘Is it so… Homos*xuals and heteros*xuals alike. We shouldn’t be shocked or discriminated against for nothing.’

She reflected on herself, saying that she was shocked because she subconsciously thought that a man with a dreadlocks face could not be gay, and that she should break away from that prejudice in the future. Then she glanced at her Arin sitting close to her own.

‘Is it so… Ha… If you have a prejudice… I can’t…’

Before the sun went down, I even screamed that it was a lesbian.

This Arin didn’t care about that and naturally stuck close to her own.

At this point, she was at the level of doubting whether it was a lack of affection.

Dogs don’t just stick to their owners, they constantly crave human warmth.

It made me wonder what kind of life high school girls in Korea are.

“This pretty girl has so many different expressions, it’s fun. She looks innocent and curious. Oh, it’s a compliment, so don’t be offended.”

The fortune teller smiled kindly and said, as if Ella’s appearance was interesting.

“Yes, did you come to see divination? What kind of divination would you like to see? I don’t know much about oriental divination, but I’m amazingly good at trump card divination and tarot.”

“What’s the Trump dot?”

He said kindly, as if he thought the questioning Ian was cute.

“Hoho, it’s a question for our pretty girls, and I have to answer it. Trump card divination is divination with a trump card, and you can see the future with constellations and symbols. It is a little different from tarot fortune telling with mystic elements and symbols. Yes.”

“Which fits better?”

“Oh my, of course they both fit! I’m a multi-talented person!”

“It looks like that!”

“Oh my gosh, this kid is too.”

Before I knew it, Iarin and the fortune teller began to talk in a friendly way, like people they had known for years. And naturally, Ella was taken away from her attention, and she took advantage of this moment to sneak up from the table.

But then, the fortune teller and her’S eyes met, and the fortune teller winked.

“Lady? Pretty girls have to read fortunes, so sit still.”

Ella sat back at her fortune teller’s incomprehensible words, and Lee A-rin asked if the fortune teller’s words had aroused her curiosity again.

“Why do I need to read fortunes?”

“Umm~ The explanation is a bit long.”

He smiled lightly.

“Fortune-tellers like us have things we can see. Useless things like cause and effect, things we can see even though we don’t want to see them. It’s like keeping an eye on an expiration date.”

“Ah, that. What is it? Did you see something strange like cause and effect?”

“Umm~ It’s not like that. Hohohoho.”

The fortune teller took out a deck of tarot cards and a stack of trump cards from his bosom.

“If I had to give you one piece of advice, you’d better do your divination now.”

“⋯ Now?”

“Oh, this is not a gimmick. It’s just purely a favor. Yes, we won’t accept the pretty girl’s blessing. We’ll do it with a deferred payment, so it’s a fortune teller. How is it?”

Postpaid?

At that word, Ella raised her head and glared at the fortune teller.

Her fortune teller was staring at her with a good smile on her face, but Ella had a lively look on her face, ready to use her witchcraft at any moment.

“You know I’m stupid?!

“Oh, my lady? What’s wrong with you?”

“What are you trying to bring instead of Bokchae! Postpaid? Even if I try to pay, I won’t be able to pay Bokchae if you disappear, so then I’m getting fortune telling for free! Ha!”

Bokchae means ‘money given to a fortune teller in return for fortune telling’.

In a simple dictionary sense, it seems like an ordinary transaction in which you receive a service called fortune telling and pay money in return.

However, there was one taboo in this seemingly simple transaction.

‘Not paying the debt’ was exactly that.

All witchcraft has a price.

And this is also applied without exception to divination, the sorcery to see the future, and everyone who wanted to peek into the future had to pay the price.

Usually, it is paid in the form of vitality or lifespan, but when you are unlucky or see an important future that cannot be paid for, you have to pay an unimaginable price.

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However, fortune-telling at the level of private magic using cards, mountain branches, or coffee is relatively inexpensive.

If you go to the level of consciousness, you basically have to pay for a lifespan of years, and in return for seeing something you shouldn’t see, your whole body turns into a dried mummy and there are cases where you die instantly on the spot.

But if there is a cost, there are ways to alleviate it.

Fortune-tellers reduce the cost they have to bear in the form of ‘blessing’, and share the cost between the client and themselves through the cause and effect of the act of ‘exchanging and receiving blessings’.

In the case of simple fortune-telling, if you reduce the cost and share it, you end up paying a little bit of fatigue, so it was magic that the public could easily access and enjoy.

However, even if it is popular and familiar, there are certain things that must be followed.

That is, if you have heard the fortune telling, you must pay the fortune.

“Frau Lee! Let’s go!”

Not having to pay the fortune is the same as saying that you will fully bear the price you have to pay for fortune telling. No relief, no sharing, just paying the priceIt is a story that you will take on yourself.

Of course, this was not unusual.

It’s rare to want to give one’s talent to the other person even at a loss, but isn’t it definitely possible.

However, as the saying goes, there is no such thing as a free lunch, there is always a ulterior motive behind what appears to be profit at first glance.

If you hear fortune telling without paying fortune, the fortune teller will have a kind of ‘right to collect’.

It wasn’t something like vitality or lifespan, but a collection right that could take away something equal to the value of the fortuneteller he said. Usually, it was luck that was taken away, and if this luck was stolen, it could be a small unlucky thing or a big life crisis.

That’s why sane people never trust fortune tellers who promise to give fortunes for free.

Never.

Ella went outside.

“Oops! Miss! It’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!”

Behind her, whether her fortune teller teased her or not, she angrily and wildly walked on her cloth and out in her cold air, and this Arin went after her to her fortune teller who cried out that she was misunderstood. Asked a question

“⋯Why did you say that?”

“Oh my, there must have been a misunderstanding…”

He sighed at Iarin’s questioning.

“I meant that if the fortune telling is correct, then you can pay the price. The payment of the fortune does not have to be face-to-face, and if I hand over a body part, you can find me or pay the fortune.”

“A body part…?”

Instead of answering, the fortune teller smiled.

Then he followed her and pointed her finger at her outside, as if to be seen by her.

“Huh…”

Alone again, the fortune teller made a strange sound in the silence that came to the tent.

He took out his smartphone again, turned it on, and entered his fingerprint.

“The more you look at it, the more wonderful and beautiful it becomes. Hoho.”

The app running on the smartphone was a mirror.

A very simple application that uses the front camera to float like a mirror in real time.

He was busy examining himself with a smile as he put his face on his smartphone and wondered what was so lovely and what was so nice to see. It looked like a patient with severe narcissism, as if the reflection in the mirror was my ideal type.

Like Narcissus (Νάρκισσος), the fortuneteller who had been looking at the mirror app for a long time, as if he would fall for himself, slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen my kind, so I’m sorry…”

“What kind of fellow! He’s a kid who looks less distant!”

Then he began to act like a one-person play.

Like being alone but not alone.

I’m talking to myself, but it’s like I’m having a conversation.

The fortuneteller speaks in a woman’s tone, and in a man’s tone.

I did a one-person play, crossing the tone and behavior of the two genders.

“I can’t believe I’m not good enough! You can’t use that word to a kid!”

“That’s right. If you don’t even know your status as a witch, isn’t it half a penny?”

“What a child! There is such a thing as possibility, possibility!”

“The possibilities are endless. I was selling drugs at that age.”

“Oh my, you’re such a keut.Know what?”