"Ah?"
Osara's mouth opened slightly, her expression one of surprise.
She could understand the noble young master from the Earl's family; after all, given their social circle, it was unlikely that Dadeier would introduce an ordinary young man to her with such formality.
But that long list of titles really frightened her.
Exorcist?
fortune teller?
Fighting Master?!
Especially that last title.
Where can you find such a young master...?
Seeing that her close friend Dadeier didn't seem to be joking, Osara looked at Gilan with some skepticism and politely extended her hand:
"Hello, Mr. Gilan, I am Osara Bray."
"Hello, Miss Osara." Gilan extended her hand and shook it lightly.
He didn't refute the false title that Dadeier had temporarily given him, knowing that it was just to cover up the truth, increase credibility, and facilitate investigation.
At this point, Dadeier added from the side:
" Osara is the youngest daughter of Baron Bray, and quite a few men in the academy are infatuated with her."
She seemed to be joking, but was actually explaining the situation to Gilan.
"Unfortunately, she already has someone she loves. Is it that bank clerk from West Muse, the young man named Vittorino?"
"Although Vittorino's career hasn't taken off yet, I believe he will become an excellent banker sooner or later."
Osara, seemingly wanting to save face for her beloved, blushed and spoke firmly.
"Sister Dadeier, didn't you say that we shouldn't judge a book by its cover?"
"Yes, yes." Dadeier smiled and nodded, her beautiful eyes glancing at the young man in the black coat beside her. "That's why I brought Mr. Gilan here for you. To have him divine your marriage prospects."
Upon hearing this, Osara was somewhat tempted and said to Gilan:
Can I try?
Gilan pulled out a chair, placed it in front of the sofa, and sat down.
He looked at the petite noblewoman before him and said calmly:
"Of course. Miss Osara, please extend your hand and gently place it in my palm."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and laid it flat on the small round table.
Osara hesitated for a moment, then extended her small hand and placed it on the young man's palm.
Feeling that warm and generous hand, she felt a strong sense of guilt welling up inside her, as if she had touched someone of the opposite sex other than her beloved, and felt remorse and sadness.
She recoiled as if burned.
Then, looking up apologetically at the young man in front of him and Dadeier beside him, he said:
"I'm sorry, I... I can't do it."
However, Gilan didn't really want to touch hands with him. After all, he wasn't a real fortune teller and didn't know anything about divination. He made this request merely as a pretext to test him.
Gilan and Miss Dadeier exchanged a glance, seemingly both understanding something.
However, he couldn't conclude from this that Osara was possessed by the devil or influenced by some mysterious force. Perhaps it was simply her personality.
"It's okay, I have other methods."
Gilan spoke calmly, subtly activating his spiritual vision to quietly observe the noble lady before him.
He quickly noticed something amiss.
Under the spiritual vision, Osara's body seemed to become transparent, healthy and unharmed. However, the layer of white spiritual energy superimposed on the body, which was as blurry as an outline, was dim and even weakened.
'Affected by a mysterious magnetic field, their spirituality has been damaged.'
Gilan Secret Passage.
From this, he deduced that Osara had most likely been influenced by a mysterious force recently. The outward manifestations of this influence were so subtle that neither she nor those around her could detect it.
Taking the opportunity, Gilan quietly shifted her spiritual vision's "line of sight" to sense the situation of the other two young ladies.
Dadeier normal, but Jenna surprised him somewhat.
This woman's spirituality was not the normal white and translucent color, but rather had a slight tinge of azure.
'Her spirituality began to be tainted, not due to voluntary cultivation, but rather a natural process resulting from prolonged contact with cosmic elements... However, this also proves that her Gnosis is definitely not low.'
Gilan casually picked up the paper and pen on the round table and began to scribble and draw, making a soft scratching sound. She was still thinking:
'Yesterday at the club, she may have sensed the devil's presence as well, but remained silent... This person likely harbors some unspeakable secret, concealing their high level of Gnosis awareness.'
'Is it the water elemental spirit symbolizing summer and the Holy Grail? Yet it hasn't officially embarked on the " Path of the Flaming Sword," strange...'
Gilan couldn't see the other person's mental imprint, thus judging that the other person was still within the realm of ordinary people.
At the same time, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, in this way, the other party would not be able to possess the same spiritual vision as him and thus be unable to see through his secrets.
"Mr. Gilan, how is it?" Osara asked curiously.
The three young ladies all looked at the white paper in his hand, on which the outline of a girl was roughly drawn in blue ink. However, the outline was blurry, the edges were rough, and it seemed to be swaying.
Although Gilan had no formal drawing skills, he easily sketched Osara's body outline thanks to his strong control over his fingers and wrists.
"This is called ' Spiritual Fortune Profiling '."
Gilan made it up on the spot.
"Judging from the profiling results, Miss Osara's spiritual fortune is fluctuating, and her love life is not going well; it's unlikely to end well."
Upon hearing this, the noble lady in front of him frowned, her expression displeased.
The initial skepticism in her eyes instantly turned into doubt and anger.
However, her ladylike manners prevented her from speaking sarcastically; instead, she remained silent, turning her head away without uttering a word.
Gilan had not yet found any trace of demonic magic on the other party, but could not rule out the influence of other mysterious forces, so he said:
"But I can arrange a ' Magnetic Cleansing Ritual ' for Miss Osara to dispel this bad luck, so that you and Mr. Vittorino can be together smoothly."
Osara seemed to have lost trust in him, pursing her lips and remaining silent.
Miss Dadeier, however, seemed to notice something. She glanced at Gilan, and after exchanging a look, she smiled and said:
"This ritual cleanses and purifies, exorcises demons and wards off evil. It's a secret ceremony recorded in ancient books, and it's very effective."
"Sister Dadeier, really?"
Osara glanced at the young man in the black coat, then at Dadeier.
Although I don't believe it, I still hope in my heart that I can eventually be with the person I love.
"Of course." Dadeier smiled gently and nodded. "I'm a member of the ' Mystery Research Group,' don't you remember?"
"Then, let's try again."
Osara bit her lip.
"But just this once, I also made plans with Vittorino to have lunch together."
"It will be over soon, Miss Osara," Gilan said. "It won't waste much of your time."
He turned to look at Dadeier, then glanced at Jenna sitting on the sofa beside him, and said casually:
"Miss Dadeier, the ' Magnetic Cleansing Ritual ' needs to maintain an air of mystery, and no outsiders are allowed to observe. Please wait outside for a moment with Miss Jenna."
Both Dadeier and Jenna were taken aback.
Neither of them expected Gilan to pull this stunt.
"Okay." Dadeier quickly realized what was going on, and after a moment's thought, she took Jenna's hand and walked out. "Mr. Gilan, thank you for your help."
Jenna turned around and glanced at the young man in the black coat.
Her eyes were indifferent, but she sneered inwardly.
This is not a simple curse, but an ancient prayer ritual, almost flawless. It all depends on how you manipulate the energy to change your luck!