Everyone has something they want to protect. Because I don't want to lose anything, I worry about gains and losses. For this reason, people will turn to people who claim to be able to predict fortune and fortune to give them advice, just to keep their concerns alive. As everyone knows, God's calculations are not as good as those of humans... A short story by a fan of The King, a product of imagination, about a sensitive loyal dog apprentice and a mysterious alchemist master. Please point a cross if you don't like it, and please don't criticize the author's ginseng cock, thank you. Little cuties are welcome to point out flaws.