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At 5 pm, Olive Tree Avenue, Pamel's Divination Cabin.

Alger Wilson pushed the tea-coloured wooden door with a glass of glass into the occult-themed cafe.

He asked for a cup of Fairmer coffee from the Pas River Valley on the southern plateau of the South China Sea. He took out the tarot card he had bought before and placed it next to it. The top one was the "upside down man" card. Depicting an angel who is **** with both hands and hangs upside down.

Unlike the morning, he has changed his dress, wearing a classic dark robe, wearing a soft cap of a top-class cleric, like a wizard or magician who came out of folklore.

Silently took a breath, and Alger slowly tasted the coffee, not waiting for anyone's anxiety.

After about five or six minutes, the brown wooden door inlaid with thick glass was once again open, and a young man wearing a black coat and a half-high silk hat was coming in.

This gentleman's appearance is less than 30, his face is thin, his edges are sharp, and he has both mature and gloomy temperament. It is the fine-tuning of his appearance and the change of Klein.

He didn't wear gold-rimmed glasses, but his eyesight was not affected. His eyes swept away and fell to the dark blue corner of Alger.

Klein's gaze moved down and saw the "upside down" card at the top.

Without words, he walked straight, took off his hat, sat across from Alger, and smiled gloomyly:

"I want to divination."

During the speech, he has already paid the attention of the veteran member of the Tarot Society:

The facial features are profound, the outlines are rough, and there is obvious rain and wind blowing. At first glance, it is a type that can be played more often, and often runs around;

The skin is partial to bronze, but it is different from the local race, like the result of the normal Luen people's sun and rain all year round, but the dark blue hair is more special, not belonging to Lun, closer to Desi Bay. Colonial races in the raging sea area.

Mixed blood... Klein made a judgment in his heart.

Alger looked at the opposite man and slowly overlapped him with the image of the "world", then launched the tarot card, said:

"This requires you to shuffle and cut cards yourself."

Klein reached up and took a look at them all, then put them together and shuffled them.

He cut the cards in succession and took out three pieces for the past, present and future cards.

Klein leaned back slowly, but his right hand turned over the tarot card in the middle. There was a naked woman with only a purple silk scarf around it, and a green garland like a threshold.

This is the "world" card numbered 21, and the 22nd is back to 0, symbolizing the "fool".

"How to interpret?" Klein deliberately asked.

Although "the hanging man" did not explicitly mention that the "world" is the leader of the "fool", Klein believes that there is no need to have a lucky mind in this regard, and it is more conducive to revealing the image - if the other party has not yet guessed This is a sincere and emboldened performance. If Alger is already aware, this will make the "world" look calm, and it seems that everything is in its own hands.

He, know that I know? Before he raised the topic above the fog, he believed that I could guess? Awesome... Alger’s heart sighed, and the speed of speech did not respond slowly:

"Inverse, indicating that things will fail due to insufficient preparation."

"What preparations do you have to make?" Klein nodded thoughtfully and asked one.

Alger took back all the tarot cards outside the "world" and skillfully reshuffled and cut cards.

Then he opened the top card.

This is a "Pope" card!

Alger's voice is still low:

"You need advice, you need the help of faith and religion, and you don't walk into the wrong path."

Not waiting for Klein to open, he opened the second card in order, with the "moon" overlooking the earth:

"You will be confused, you will be bored, you will be paralyzed in a dream, but this is only temporary."

Followed by, Alger gave the third tarot card, which is a "sun" card.

"Everything will pass, and the light will shine on the earth." He said like a **** stick.

Klein was silent for a few seconds and asked:

"Church, dream, the sun?"

There was a smile on Alger’s face and he nodded lightly:

"That's it."

In the Tarot divination, he had hints of follow-up plans.

In fact, in the situation where he has not entered the game and is not paying attention at all, there is absolutely no need to be so euphemistic. He can directly tell the specific content, but Alger thinks it is time to try the "world" leader and see if he is Have enough brains, not more to rely on force.

If the IQ of both parties is at the same level, Alger believes that there can be more cooperation in the future, and there is no need to talk too much between smart people. On the contrary, he will try not to let the "world" deeply participate in his own affairs, only when he needs to beat. Please ask him for help, unless Mr. "fool" has another order.

Now, the answer of the "World" and the previous performances make him confirm that the other party is very hot and experienced.

Oh, I am a Tarot expert... In this respect, you are just getting started with Mr. "Langing Man"... Klein smirked and scorned each other in his heart.

The content of the "inverted man" hidden in the interpretation is very simple. The "Pope" card means that he wants to inform the storm church about the "flame" Daniz and the "steel" Maviti. "The power divides the enemy and sits on the profit."

This is Klein's usual approach, and understanding is not difficult.

The following "Moon" and "Sun" cards are reminders of "downside down":

Since the introduction of "the punitive", it must be guarded against this, and according to Alger’s experience, when dealing with similar problems, his colleagues in Bayam will definitely use one to force a number of people in the range. The seal of the dream, the characteristics of the "steel" Maviti determines the inevitable emergence of targeted items in the "sun" field.

I restrained my dreams and didn't fear the "sun"... Klein reached out and turned the reverse "world" card in front of him into a positive position, meaning that this plan is feasible, I will be ready.

Alger raised his head and took a breath:

“The owners here are good at aromatherapy. They can use different essential oils, pure dew, incense, and flower essence to treat the corresponding emotional problems and smooth the restless mind. Do you want to give it a try?”

Use the contact point of Xiangshu Avenue? Kline smiled and responded:

"it is good."

You look at me, I see you, no one has moved, no mention of aromatherapy, everything goes without saying.

Klein didn't stop, took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, and slowly stood up.

Alger converges on a smile and presses his chest with his hand.

"Let us praise the gods. All the divination results come from the revelation provided by Him."

Oh, I also know how loyal the table is... Klein endured a smile, imitating the way of "downside down" Alger, and responded seriously.

"Let us praise the gods."

He walked two steps out and suddenly paused, looking back at Alger, wearing a hat and laughing low:

“Frankly, you are not suitable for this kind of dress.”

what? Alger failed to keep up with the idea of ​​Mr. "World."

When Klein Ramen walked out of the theme cafe, Alger took his eyes back and looked at the corner mirror, taking a hard look at his current dress.

He didn't think that there was any problem with this. After the "world" made such a sentence, he became more and more uncoordinated and finally understood why the other party said:

A guy who looks very rough and windy. He seems to be able to call a hundred sailors to pick up the other side or take out an axe and cut down a piece of the guy. You really shouldn’t wear such a mysterious classical wizard’s robe. The temperament is very bad. .

............

Wave Church.

In returning to the original clothing, Alger followed the prayers of the believers, entered the hall in a low-key manner, and used the opportunity of confession to see the parish bishop Jogori through the responsible pastor.

After the ceremony, he said straightforwardly:

"I met the ‘flame’ Daniz, who claimed that the key of ‘Iceberg’s Lieutenant’ had nothing to do with the treasure of death, and even sold it.

"He has entrusted me to pay attention to the whereabouts of 'Steel' Maviti. He seems to have been injured in the second hand of the 'blood' and is eager to get rid of the other party's recourse.

"Lord Joe Gori, I want to reveal this news, so that 'Steel' Maviti and his men can successfully block the 'flame' Daniz, and we take this opportunity to capture them all or kill them on the spot. .

"This can effectively combat the arrogance of pirates."

Jogori showed an expression of appreciation:

"Very good, your ability to do things is much better than I expected."

Alger replied devoutly:

"It all stems from the guidance of the Lord and benefits from your teachings.

"I will find the right person to reveal the news in the evening. If I come back to pray, I mean that 'Steel' Maviti has no action for the time being. If I don't show up again, it means that he or his subordinates have already taken control. Get up and prevent messages from leaking, which means they will enter the net."

After explaining the specific location and other matters, Alger returned to the confession room and left normally.

............

At 7:15 in the evening, the fragrant leaves bar.

Wearing a wide-leg trousers, Alger, who wrapped his dark blue hair with a headscarf, held a cup of "Strong Langqi" and stood by the boxing ring, smirking at the two players with a bruised face.

Soon, he found the target coming in and went straight to the bar.

Waiting a little, Alger sat next to the thin, dark man, laughing:

"I heard that 'Steel' came to Baiam?"

The man was alert and squinted, and he smiled and responded with a smile:

"I do not know how?"

"Yes? It seems that ‘flame’ deceived me!” Alger took the bar and drank it.

"Flame...Daniz?" The man's eyes lit up and hesitated.

"Yes, it's him!" Alger looked like a gnashing tooth. "I met him at the Gold Coin Casino in the morning. The **** guy claimed that 'Steel' was in Baiam, hey, he dared to lie to me!"

The black and thin man’s eyes turned slightly, without interjection.

He listened quietly and stood up, hehe smiled:

"I forgot, I still have something to do, go back and play cards."

He patted Alger's shoulder and seemed to be flat and hurriedly left the bar.

Alger was holding a glass of wine and looking at his back half-turned, his face was deep and his mouth was not smiling.