212 CHAPTER 212: The Seer's Ball

"Good day, dear vendor," Aella put on her best smile as she approached the man who was screaming the business line at the top of his lungs.

"Good day, dear ladies. Have you come to have your past told?" the young lad had an eerie smile on his face as he asked.

"Yes, how much is your price?" Aella asked as she took out her pouch.

It wasn't her money but she could always tell her mother that they had used it to get some food or something else. She needed to do this just to make sure the witch wasn't crafting something behind their backs with the false image of the curse.

This better be legitimate or else she would be raining hell down on the shop.

"Well, it is free," the lad kept his strange smile and Aella began to have second thoughts about their safety.

"Is it always free?" Aurelia asked from beside her.