Fate's Arrangements
Inside a secluded Villa in Empress Borough.
The woman dressed Witch, who had "occupied" the Small Room, entered and immediately recognized the customer who had come to her for a "occupation" last time. She said warily, "It's you? What do you want with Mr. A's Attendant?"
"I already warned you beforehand that divination without providing any reference information results in a highly symbolic way and are subject to a great deal of uncertainty."
Lorry chuckled in a low voice, "Don't worry, ma'am."
"I'm not here to get a refund; I have a new divination request."
Upon hearing this, the "Seer" visibly relaxed, lowered her arms from her chest, and sat down in the chair opposite her. She asked curiously, "So, the last fortune telling was quite fruitful for you?"
Lorry scoffed and asked to himself, "This time I need two divinations, the format is the same as last time. You just need to relay the divination results truthfully. There are 10 in total."
pound?"
"Yes." The "Seer" shrugged and said nothing more.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lorry said without hesitation, "The first thing is, my hope of becoming stronger is limited to Potion."
In his original plan, MI9 was the first choice.
He can simultaneously consume the "Swindler" Potion and accumulate Merit while waiting for MI9 to acquire the "Marauder."
Subsequent Potion Formula of the Pathway.
But now that path is completely blocked, he has no choice but to consider other options.
When it comes to divination, there's no doubt that asking Klein would be far more effective than asking this "Seer" lady in front of us, but it's actually quite difficult to do.
"The Old Gentleman with the Eye of Wisdom ' hasn't held any gatherings these past few days. If I were to visit him abruptly on Minsk Street, I'm afraid he would be frightened."
Mr. Fool.
Pretending to be an ordinary customer and asking Detective Moriarty to help find a reliable person to claim the prize can indeed indirectly achieve the effect of getting him to take action.
But Klein is busy with revenge lately and might not be home.
Moreover, time is quite tight.
Therefore, Lorry had no choice but to settle for second best.
This time, the "Seer" didn't take out the Tarot Card. Instead, she hesitated for a few seconds and whispered, "This time we'll use Dream Divination."
After saying that, she took out a parchment and began to write words with a soft rustling sound.
Lorry raised his gaze and glanced at it, noticing the message read, "The person before me has hope of obtaining the subsequent Potion Formula." He couldn't help but think to himself, "Looks quite professional; no wonder he's Seer."
At this moment, the "Seer" woman put down her round-bellied pen and began to recite the contents of the parchment in a low voice. Lorry felt the Spirituality in the room begin to stir.
After repeating this several times, her eyes suddenly rolled back, and she leaned back in her chair.
She Dream Infiltration?
Seeing this, Lorry couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. He suppressed his eagerness to know the answer as soon as possible and waited quietly.
A moment later, the "Seer" slowly opened her eyes, which had returned to normal.
She said in a hoarse voice, "I saw two scenes: the Saint Samuel Cathedral of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, and countless ragged laborers bustling about on the docks."
Upon hearing this, Lorry's eyes flickered, and he voiced his guess. "The North Borough and the Harbor Borough?"
The Seer shook her head. "I cannot give you a precise answer."
"But personally, I quite agree with your opinion."
Lorry nodded slightly, asked no further questions, and fell into thought.
The Saint Samuel Cathedral is the headquarters of the Church of the Evernight Goddess in the Backlund Diocese, and its origins undoubtedly refer to the North Borough.
North Borough, Church, Goddess Believer ----
Could this answer point to that aristocratic lady who liked to crawl through Sewer?
Her teacher is a Demigod!
It's true that Amon poses a greater threat, but at least when one's own Sequence is relatively low, there's not much need to worry about this King of Angel.
And he is not currently in Backlund.
This Demigod is a dangerous factor that is right in front of us; he would be crazy to package himself up as a humanoid Potion and deliver himself to our doorstep.
Uh, why is it so difficult for Beyonder to succeed through this Pathway? Forget about mentorship; none of the High Sequence powerhouses are good people; they're always thinking about Parasitism.
Lorry sighed silently and began to analyze the second image.
Laborers, docks—the imagery is clear, undoubtedly pointing to the Harbor Borough, and—I'm pretty sure it represents Lanevus.
Haha, looks like I have no choice.
In poor condition, the "Marauder" Demigod Parasitism a rat's body, and the fraudster whose own Sequence was not high and who only had a trace of divinity.
If anyone had to choose between the two, they would choose the latter without hesitation.
Of course, I'm no exception.
Alright, I'm resigned to it—since fate has ordained me this way, I have no choice but to obey and hunt— Lanevus! Lorry quipped to Self, making up his mind.
He took a deep breath and said the second thing, "I have an enemy, and I hope you can divine his approximate whereabouts."
"Alright, let's use Dream Divination again." The "Seer" nodded gently and took out the parchment again to write.
About five minutes later, she said in a deep voice, "This time I see a towering Gothic clock tower."
Gothic clock tower?
As a native of Backlund, Lorry immediately knew the answer.
"The Bell of Order"!
This is an iconic building in Backlund.
Lorry slowly exhaled, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.
He hadn't expected Altair to be so reckless, daring to hide in Backlund despite being wanted by the Three Great Churches!
Phew—that's for the best—if you had just tucked your tail between your legs and run away, I doubt I would have been able to find you easily, but you didn't even try to escape—
Are you unwilling to accept this?
That's true. Having my carefully cultivated identity exposed after so many years, no one would willingly accept that. So, he wanted to lie low and wait for an opportunity to take revenge?
Don't rush, I'll give you this chance—I promise—while lost in thought, Lorry expressionlessly took a 10-pound note from his pocket.
He nodded slightly to the "Seer" and left the Small Room first.
64 Iris Street, Hillston District.
Holding a steaming hot Desi Pie, Lorry walked towards the corner of the Restaurant. The black dog, smelling the aroma, immediately wagged its tail excitedly.
He shook the pie and said, "From today onwards, your name is Albert, understand?"
Then, he called out again, "Albert."
Whether driven by a thirst for food or understanding Lorry's words, the black dog, realizing that wagging its tail wouldn't get it food, actually lowered its body and barked, "Woof!"
Lorry nodded in satisfaction. "Good, it's yours." With that, he tossed the pie to Albert.
The black dog excitedly leaped up and opened its mouth wide to catch it.
result----
But all I tasted was a wisp of cold air.
Its wide-open dog eyes were filled with deep confusion and bewilderment.
At this moment, Lorry, who was watching the show from the side, couldn't help but chuckle, returned to the table, grabbed a real Desi Pie, and tossed it to the Future Arbitrator Hound.
The black dog watched warily as the pie fell to the ground.
It hesitated for more than ten seconds before slowly approaching with some skepticism.