The Fortune-Telling Heiress

In this day and age, abbeys and monasteries all waved the banner of believing in science, turning them into tourist attractions.

Even among the major families of the mystic arts world, the disciples were reluctant to learn the arts, with some even claiming that their practices were mere feudal superstitions. This disparity left the major families feeling particularly distressed.

However, collaborating with the government would change things.

With official recognition, it would give them legitimacy.

Erwin thought momentarily and said, "This is a significant matter. I can't make this decision alone. We must convene all the major factions to discuss it."

There were also regulations and policies that needed to be carefully formulated.

The leader nodded with a smile. "That's appropriate. We don't understand your world's rules, so everything will follow your customs. However..."

His smile remained, but his gaze turned serious. "I hope you all will prioritize national interests, ethnic honor, and the lives of the common people above all else."

These considerations superseded everything.novelbin

Erwin nodded in agreement. "Of course, of course."

The meeting concluded smoothly.

Logan and the leader personally saw them off.

As they watched the celestial-looking cultivators board their vehicles one by one, Logan remarked to the leader, "Sir, these cultivators are all quite arrogant. Do you think they'll agree?"

The leader stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture remaining rigid. "Logan, do you see that woman named Madison?"

Logan looked at Madison, who was talking among the cultivators, but he didn't notice anything particularly special about her.

"What about her?"

"Only that woman is wearing ordinary clothes, a simple hairstyle, and carrying a regular bag. She's the only one who sees herself as an ordinary person. Have you watched her live streams?" Logan nodded. "I watched them during my research."

"Regardless of age, gender, or social status, whether they're good or bad, she continues to stream her fortune-telling. Logan, in that woman's heart, there's no distinction between cultivators and ordinary people." Logan contemplated the leader's words, looking again at the departing figures.

The majority of the cultivators were dressed in robes or long gowns, adorned with emerald crowns, and each one held either a fly whisk or mystical artifacts. Their expressions conveyed an air of superiority as if they looked down on ordinary people.

Only Madison stood apart. She wore simple clothing, had her hair tied back, and carried a backpack. In a crowd, no one would mistake her for a cultivator. She appeared to be an ordinary woman, completely unremarkable. Logan seemed to grasp a bit of this.

The leader continued, "The

government wants to have a good

relationship with the mystic arts

world, but it has been too exclusive. It desires privileges that most ordinary people don't have, believing it has the right to these privileges."

Logan frowned.

Privileges!

They shouldn't exist.

"But this young lady is different," the leader said with a smile. "Look at her. Even though she can tell fortunes, she always frames it as telling stories.

"She understands boundaries, knows her limits, and knows the rules she should follow. She'll be the key to breaking the ice between the cultivators and the government."

...

Meanwhile, Erwin was discussing the same matter with the cultivators on the vehicle.

He rubbed his forehead and said, "The government has finally relented and is willing to acknowledge us. If we miss this opportunity, we don't know how long it will take to get another chance. And who knows how many more factions and techniques might be lost in that time?"

The group fell silent.

Liam sighed. "Let's convene a mystic arts conference!"