"I don't know."
Uncle carefully looked at the coins on the table, "It was just a spur of the moment."
"Did you see anything from it?"
Bailuo, completely composed, gestured for Cat Yiyi to pour him a glass of Sprite.
This wasn't something Uncle came up with, it was the creation of the little witches.
During their classes similar to potion-making, they helped Bailuo extract something akin to baking soda.
Thus, Sprite, Fanta, Coke...
These familiar flavors from Bailuo's memory were reproduced by Lilith using magic.
"Hmm, there is a result."
Uncle nodded and said to Bailuo, "Friends from afar are visiting. The divination shows that I might meet an old friend today."
"Pffhahaha."
Bailuo laughed, "Uncle, I know you're awesome, but this, this doesn't make sense."
"Indeed."
Uncle said, "Most methods of prediction are actually a combination of psychology, logic, and analytical skills."
"You know that and...?"
"But just now, I incorporated a bit of the Fighting Saint Method."
