"Fortune telling?" Muria's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Your Highness Muria, I won't predict anything about you, it's too risky. I'm just trying to divine, what state you will be in five hundred years from now," the Black Robe Merchant said with a smile.
"Why so cryptic? Just say you're divining whether I will die unexpectedly in the future, isn't that enough?"
"Hehe." A gender-neutral laughter emanated from beneath the hood of the Black Robe Merchant. He then pulled out a crystal ball with a mysterious luster from his fine black silk-gloved hand, muttering an incomprehensible incantation, under the watchful gaze of Muria.
An unusual aura emerged around the Black Robe Merchant, the time around him seemed to become disoriented, and chaotic images emerged in his crystal-clear crystal ball - mountains, forests, rivers, giants, Golden Dragons, cities...
