Artemis narrowed her eyes. Something about his words sounded off, and Russell's current manner and behavior gave her a strong sense of déjà vu.
He was far too much like Zeus!
This was exactly the expression Zeus wore whenever he seriously struck up a conversation with other goddesses.
The wariness in Artemis's eyes flashed away in an instant, but Russell keenly sensed it and secretly regretted his slip.
That had not been what he meant to say. His mouth had simply moved faster than his brain, and he had instinctively used the line he had prepared for Aphrodite.
Fortunately, it was not a serious problem. There was still room to salvage things.
"Just kidding. Let's get back to business."
Russell cleared his throat and pointed at the career line in Artemis's palm. "Look, your career line..."
"Wait, didn't you just say this was the intelligence line?"
"You remembered wrong."
Russell frowned slightly, somewhat displeased. "Divination is a very serious and mentally taxing matter. It requires a great many formulas to be factored in. Don't interrupt me—it'll disrupt my train of thought."
After saying that, he stared intently at a line on Artemis's palm that might have been her career line, observing it closely. From time to time, he clicked his tongue in wonder or furrowed his brow in deep thought.
"Sun God, have you figured anything out?"
"I've got a rough idea. Let me sort it out a little more... Also, just call me Russell."
Russell counted on his fingers with one hand, rolled his eyes white, and muttered mysteriously as he counted one through seven. A moment later, he knitted his brows and repeatedly felt Artemis's palm and the back of her hand three times.
"A tiny career line can take countless forms, and one's fortune is hidden within