The fastest way to reach the City of the Undead was naturally by plane, but Andrew chose not to do that. Instead, he traveled by boat, just as in the original plot.
Of course, he did not share a boat with everyone else. Andrew brought over his own luxury yacht, which he had barely used anyway.
"Tea without anything added tastes so bland."
That night, on the large yacht's deck, Evelyn shook her head and set down her teacup. Then she asked Andrew curiously, "How did you get O'Connell out? A prophet shouldn't be able to do that."
"Those tycoons are more than happy to pay a fortune for a prophecy, so I'm very rich."
Andrew said, "Two million dollars was enough to get them to release O'Connell. They just had to report that he'd died of an illness."
"Two million dollars?"
Evelyn was staggered. So her bribe had failed because she had offered too little. She asked, "Mr. Wang, what does seeing the future feel like? Uh, I'm not trying to pry into your secrets. I'm just curious."
"Curiosity is a scholar's most precious asset."
Andrew smiled. "Give me your hand. I can predict your future by reading your palm."
"That doesn't sound like the Prophecy Technique. That's Eastern Fortune Reading."
Despite saying that, Evelyn still held out her hand. Andrew took it and said, "Wow, this is remarkable. You were Pharaoh's daughter in your previous life, and you'll encounter an old nemesis in the City of the Undead."
"I was Pharaoh's daughter?"
Evelyn did not believe a word of it. "Mr. Wang, prophecy means knowing the future, not knowing the past."
"I know you don't believe me. After all, one of my character traits is that people tend not to believe me when I tell the truth."
Andrew