Our medium society is facing a crisis, and the only way to get out of this predicament is to merge with your Yarn Ball Society?
Confronted by the "recruitment" from the evil prince, the female medium sitting on the roadside stone was at a loss for how to respond.
She remembered flying over the observatory last night when an old swindler from the Divination Society stopped her flying carpet, saying that she was about to face great trouble and must pay him to sort out her fate trajectories through her Fate Society nephew, or else disaster would surely strike by tomorrow.
At that time, she almost laughed out of anger, cursed him while walking away, and handed two letters of complaint to the Divination and Fate Societies, reminding them to address con artists, unexpectedly the old swindler actually predicted correctly...
