3 Direction (1/2)

The next day, Tristan made his wau to the small winding street all the way from school. The name of the street was Twilling Street. It was quite far away from school, so he took an uber.

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When Tristan presented himself at Jack's Tattoo Parlor, Jack nodded and told him to sit down as he finished an inscription for his client. Tristan looked at the tattoo that was being printed on the man's hand. It wasn't being printed using a machine, but rather, Jack was creating a symbol that resembled a hieroglyph onto a special kind of paper, that would then fly and attach itself on the man's hand when Jack flicked his finger.

”That should do it.” Jack patted the shoulder of the man. ”I've attached a two time use evade spell and a healing spell. Good luck.”

The man nodded. ”Thanks Jack. This trip is going to be a hard one, hope it goes fine.”

Tristan looked up and asked. ”Where are you going friend?”

The man looked at the boy then at Jack who nodded, implying it was fine. ”A hidden area. My employer has begun an exploration mission.” Saying that much, the man left.

Jack looked at the man leaving, then turned towards Tristan. ”Let's go to the Fraudster Medium.”

”Why do you call the medium a fraudster?” Tristan asked.

”Because she is unreliable and fools a lot of unsuspecting people. But she is the oldest person on this street who knows about the world much more than us.” Jack said.

Soon the two reached a shop that looked like a tent made of thick cloth like material with a penguin mascot waving its arms up and down constantly. ”Come.”

Inside, Tristan found the tent to be poorly lit, with the exception of a table in the far corner, behind which sat an old lady with graying hair, yet very clear eyes.

”Ho... Jack, you've brought an interesting person.” The old woman said mysteriously which made Jack roll his eyes. ”A kid just like you, huh? Come here, boy. I'll read your fate.”

Tristan walked towards the old woman who suddenly took out an 8 sided dice, keeping it on the table. Tristan, however, was completely focused on the dice, which gave him a chilling feeling of frost. Small ice crystals started developing on his forehead, which he wiped off.

The old woman was genuinely surprised. ”You can sense the residual aura? Hah... you really aren't ordinary, even I'm interested in what the dice will tell about you.” She then handed the dice to Tristan, who could feel the chill emanated from the dice. It seemed to be made of some kind of bone.