My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Chapter 144 I’m just a little touched!

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"So, you bit other people too?" Herobrine was feeling a little unhappy at this moment, but he didn't say much.

“Well, how should I put it, maybe it’s because they all like to touch my head… After all, I’m a boy… Being touched on the head is too damaging to my self-esteem, right?” Galan muttered to himself, lowering his head as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Herobrine patted his shoulder with a look of pity at his expression, and gently consoled him: "They touch your head because they like you very much. Some powerful monsters usually protect their "weak" counterparts like their younger brothers."

"So they treat me as...a younger brother?"

"Not necessarily. There's nothing to hurt your self-esteem... At least in our eyes, you've always been like a child."

Herobrine explained to him as if nothing had happened, to be honest, no other monster in the Undead Army would receive the same treatment as Galan.

The time he spent with little Galan always reminded him of the short and beautiful time he had in the past. Galan looked carefree in his eyes, which was great, wasn't it?

He has dazzling long golden hair that falls softly on his broad shoulders, and he has a pair of extremely special blue-pink eyes and a smile as warm as the sun no matter who he faces.

Galan's small figure in the Undead Legion is extremely special. It is precisely because of his uniqueness that he stands out in the End City.

Almost all monsters know that there is a little golden-haired fortune teller inside the Undead Army. Although he usually does not participate in training, he just lies on a recliner, watching the monsters suffer and even eating in public.

However, the appearance of this guy also brought a different atmosphere to the End City. He was like a bright light that penetrated the deep gloomy haze of the End City and injected a glimmer of vitality into it, although the monsters did not need this change.

"Because they are monsters and undead creatures."

Galan then realized that he seemed to be treated as a child by the Undead Legion, but this feeling... didn't seem to be a bad thing?

Because he is no longer a child, he has grown up and matured... In the world he used to live in, no one would treat him as a child anymore.

Galan listened to Herobrine's words, he was extremely grateful to have come to this world. Perhaps because of these words, he felt a strange emotion in his heart, and his blue-pink eyes were involuntarily filled with mist.

"...What's wrong?" Herobrine instantly noticed the mist in Galan's eyes, and subconsciously thought that maybe the words he just said were a bit too hurtful to his self-esteem?

He had never intended to make the child cry.

"I'm fine... It's just that this is the first time in my life... that I'm treated like a child again." Galan raised his hand to wipe away the remaining tears on his eyelids. He slowly raised his head and showed a bright smile to the person in front of him.

"Yeah...be good...don't cry." Herobrine really didn't know how to coax him. He raised his hand stiffly and stroked Galan's head again.

Herobrine, like the Death Knight, is not the kind of guy who can coax children. The former is a god, and the latter is a monster.

If you want Herobrine to destroy the world, that's fine... but if you ask him to coax little Galan... Herobrine will just think you're making things difficult for him.

This time, Galan did not dodge his hand. Instead, he glanced at the man with some dissatisfaction and said slowly: "I'm not the kind of person who cries a lot... and it's embarrassing to talk about this kind of thing!"

"I know. If there's nothing else... I'll leave." Herobrine smoothed his fur with an expressionless face before taking his hand back.

I have to say, Galan’s furry head is really nice to touch, but of course not everyone can touch it.

"Okay, Wang, have a safe journey! I'll burn some incense for you... Oh my god! It hurts!"

Galan finally paid the price for his "slip of the tongue". Before he could finish a sentence, a big bump appeared on his little head that had just been stroked.

"It's a reward." Herobrine said this suddenly and teleported away decisively.

Galan was the only one left in the room, crying and holding his head in his hands. To be honest, he really didn't mean it. He just wanted to liven up the atmosphere. Really... it was definitely not because of a slip of the tongue.

Galan touched his head which was hurt by Herobrine's hit and sighed helplessly. Come to think of it... he seemed to have forgotten something more important?

"Wait! My king! Come back! I want something else!"

Someone who realized it belatedly shouted loudly, but... no one came.

Galan wanted to cry but had no tears. There was really nothing he could do... He had to go back to the monster camp in the south.

However, when he returned, Null immediately noticed the small bump on his head. He frowned slightly, stopped the guy and asked, "What happened to your head? Who hit you?"

"Ah? I-I was hit by the king for some reason..." Galan touched the bump on his head again and took a breath silently. It doesn't matter...it should disappear soon anyway.

"Oh, that's okay."

“It’s what you deserve.”

“…? Hey! That’s too much!”

"Who told you not to do your job all day? Isn't it right that you get hit on the head by the king?"

"…..What you said makes a lot of sense. I am speechless."

Null was right. He had indeed lived too comfortably in the past. It was good enough that he was not kicked out of the Undead Legion.

"So work hard now, and don't let us really abandon you in the End City." Seeing his dejected look, Null couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, smiling helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I got it~" Galan said, turning around and finding an open space. He first placed an ordinary workbench, and then let his small crystal ball release the piles of steel blocks that his king had given him.

As for where he got the ordinary workbench...I guess even he himself didn't realize it.

"Now that they have started making guns... we must not fall behind them."

Compared to those players, Galan himself is more like a real "outsider".