Remember【】for a second!
Although there are few members, there are really many crows raised in the crow club, and even the oil paintings hanging on the corridor wall are images of crows. And when Xia De and Sister Devlin, led by the man, saw the rumored boy in the study deep in the house, the first thing Xia De noticed was the crow in the birdcage hanging at the door.
With pitch-black feathers and red eyes, after the three of Xia De entered the door, they kept flapping their wings in the cage, seeming very disturbed.
The man who led the way did not stay in the room for long, and after introducing the guest this time to the owner of the room, he left.
The door closed behind Xia De, and the study was a little dark. It was clearly daytime, but the curtains were closed tightly, only relying on the gas lamps on the walls on both sides to illuminate. The lampshade of the gas lamp seemed to have not been scrubbed for a long time, which made the light look extremely dim.
Coupled with the sound of crows flapping their wings from time to time, and the strange smell of burning spices in the study, this really makes this place look like the room of a professional fortune-teller.
The study room is very large, divided into two parts: the bookshelves and desks in the east, and the sofa set in the west. Only the two gas lamps in the west were on, and the so-called "boy" was sitting on the couch waiting for them. .
Shad pushed the wheelchair, letting the metal wheels run over the red carpet. He sat down on the couch opposite the boy, not in the center but to one side, because the wheelchair was parked outside.
On the tea table between him and the boy, there were already two cups of steaming tea. It seemed that the guests who had made an appointment would arrive at this time, and they knew that there would be two people coming.
But the "boy" doesn't look like a boy. Although he is sitting, it can be estimated that his height is about 5 feet (about 1.52m). The limbs are abnormally thick, but the body looks very thin. Not only that, but his head also has a large volume that is completely disproportionate to his body. Although he is wearing a turban, Shad can still tell that he has no hair.
Wearing a pair of glasses on his face, he put his two thick hands together on his lap. When Xia De looked at him, he also looked at Xia De. This made Xia De very suspicious that the other party was not a boy at all, but an underdeveloped adult.
[One ring or two rings. 】
"Hello, I am John Watson, and this is my sister Mary Watson."
While Shad was speaking, Sister Devlin, who was wearing a veil, nodded slightly. Because the room is too dark, the nun sitting there is really like a delicate doll of proportion. After all, her exposed hands looked too perfect under the dim gaslight.
"Sorry, Mary has some minor problems with her legs since she was a child, so she is also a bit introverted, and she is not willing to talk to strangers. This time, I will communicate with you."
Xia De played his excellent acting ability and thought he was really talented.
"Understandable."
"Boy" said, his voice is very green, which is more like a real boy.
"What's your name, please?"
Xia De asked politely.
"Joy Barton, they usually call me Little Joey, or Mr. Barton."
The boy said again, because the sentence is relatively long, so it can be recognized that his accent is a very authentic Mibao local accent. In contrast, Shad's accent tends to be Tobesk's accent, and Sister Divelin's accent has always been the standard De La Rion standard.
"It is a pleasure to meet you on this gloomy Sunday morning, Mr. Button."
Xia De glanced at Sister Daveline in the wheelchair beside her again:
"I came to visit this time mainly for my sister. I have heard about you and know about your amazing ability, so I want to know about Mary's future... I am really worried about her, She reads at home every day, occasionally tends flowers or teases my orange cat, and besides that, she rarely wants to be pushed by the servants to the manor... ahem, I mean I went to the street for a walk, so I came to you to know what her future is like."
Using the identity of "aristocrat who does not want to reveal his identity" to explain the slightly weird behavior so far, adding doubts to himself, is more conducive to concealing his identity.
"Mr. Watson, do you want to change the future?"
Joey Barton asked, staring at Shad with black eyes, and there was a tired feeling in those eyes, and he didn't know why the other party was tired so early.
Xia De immediately shook his head:
"No, no, I just want to know the future, at least before that day comes, to be mentally prepared in advance."
As he spoke, he took out the envelope containing the money that he had prepared in advance from his pocket, and placed it next to the cup on the coffee table.
Joey Barton's eyes flicked over the envelope:
"Well, I can predict the fate of future death for you."
"That's really great. Do you need to prepare anything in advance? I heard that the fortune tellers of the Prophet Association even need to provide the specific time of birth in order to do divination."
"No, it doesn't have to be so troublesome, my eyes can tell me the answer directly."
"That's great, what's the answer?"
"You can't get the answer just by looking at it. It requires the cooperation of some simple rituals. However, before that, I can use other divination methods to calculate your fate. Knowing you better can increase the success rate of divination."
He bent down and took out a pair of divination cards from under the coffee table. Then put the divination cards on the coffee table in a row of nine.
The right hand signaled Xia De to take any one, Xia De thought for a while and picked up the one in the upper right corner, and when he opened it, it turned out to be [Death].
"Um?"
This really surprised him. After all, Priest Augustus really died once a month ago when he revealed this card:
"What do you mean? I'm dying?"
"I'll take the one next to it."
Sister Devlin's slightly cold voice brought Shade back to his senses. He flipped the card next to him, and under the dark yellow light, the card was [Flame].
Xia De put the two cards face up and placed them next to the envelope containing the money:
"Mr. Button, what does this mean? I just wanted to divination for Mary, but...could it be, I... am I going to encounter bad luck?"
"No, divination is just divination, please don't think too much, you can take this as a preparation. Next, I will divination death for you."
Mr. Barton did not put away the divination cards on the table, but took out a new card from his pocket to cover his right eye. Shad narrowed his eyes slightly, because judging from the back of the card, the card in Joey Barton's hand was not a divination card, but a Rhodes card.
The "boy" first looked at Sister Devlin in the wheelchair, and took a long time to put down the card. He didn't reveal the face of the card the whole time, so as not to let Xia De see what card it was.
"This Miss Mary Watson will live to be twelve years later."
"Twelve years, but she was only in her 30s in twelve years... Excuse me, what is the cause of death you saw?"
"It is indescribable. Miss Mary Watson seems to have died in a heap of ashes."
Xia De frowned:
"This is not the result I can think of. You mean she was caught in a fire?"
The boy shook his head and said nothing.
Shad then looked at Sister Devlin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, still maintaining the posture of folding her hands on her lap. She also shook her head slightly, which meant that there was no need to delve into this issue.
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"Then please continue divination, divination of my death."
Xia De sat there, while the boy continued to pick up the card and put it in front of his eyes.
But this time, he didn't give an answer quickly, but suddenly put down the card and looked at Shad with both eyes, and then covered the Rhodes card in front of his eyes again, frowning, obviously seeing something incredible.
After putting down the cards, he stretched his head slightly to look at Xia De:
"How can it be?"
"What's wrong with ~www.mtlnovel.com~?"
Although I don't know what the other party's divination level is, at least this appearance is really bluffing.
"It's really strange. I saw that you died from the collapse of the giant tower."
This method of death is at least more normal than that of Sister Devlin turned into ashes.
"And what about the time of death?"
He asked curiously again.
"Boy" Joey Barton had a sullen face, and quickly tapped twice on the sofa with his thick fingers to express his uneasiness. He didn't speak immediately, and even the crow at the door kept quiet.
The moment of silence seemed to make the dim room more blurred. Whether it was the "boy" sitting across from the coffee table or the nun wearing a veil, Xia De felt even more weird.
It was a sign of inspiration, part of the message he had captured of the future. Xia De understood, he will hear an incredible answer.
"Ten months ago, the beginning of the year 1853 on the universal calendar."