The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 669: Gray Fortune Teller

From Burns to Rosalind, from Rosalind to Rosa.

Apparently, that caring lady knew how to "please" a girl who was in desperate need of expansion.

That 'Pink Diamond'.

She gave it to Rose.

In addition, there is a 'traditional secret' that sounds more vulgar - a secret that can make women more attractive.

Rosalind said that this would require help, and not just any servant…

It would only be effective if she had her man’s help.

"Look, I almost choked to death, but not a drop fell to the floor..."

The girl holding Roland's arm begged, with some threats.

"So," Roland blinked, "you want to choke me again?"

"I mean, it's time for you to help me," Rose said mysteriously, "You don't have to choke to death, it's very simple."

Roland was a little worried about Rose.

She always came up with some crazy ideas, but in the end she couldn't prove whether they were effective or not - she couldn't stick with them for long.

"Don't tell me it's crazier than boiling your eyes with water."

"Because it really works! Didn't you notice that my eyes have become much brighter?" The girl widened her eyes, raised her chin, and looked directly at Roland.

The white flame understood and condensed into two burning beans, overlapping with the eyeballs in the sight.

“…It’s definitely brighter.”

"Right, right? I don't just believe whatever someone says. Many people have said it many times, and it has been verified over many years. Hey, do you understand after listening to it?"

Rose tugged at his arm impatiently.

"Every day, you have to leave some time to come out, understand?"

Roland responded. He guessed it was a similar method to "boiling eyeballs". After a few days, she would be too lazy to persist.

"You and that Burns got along very well."

"You can only have Taylor, but not Burns?" Rose raised her eyebrows. "She is a good person. Although she has a bad reputation, she is really sincere. She is not like those weird people I have met. They always take a detour to talk--"

"She also praised you and said that she would definitely invite you to be her guest if she had the chance."

Roland did not comment: "Let her return my gratitude to you."

Rose was startled.

"…You don't like her very much?"

It's not a matter of liking or disliking them, but compared to someone as 'extreme' as Natalie, people like Burns are no longer able to arouse Roland's 'interest' - he is becoming increasingly bored, and rather than talking to anyone about London's transportation, fashionable gloves and dresses, he would rather sit by the fireplace, wrap himself like a bat, and take an afternoon nap side by side with Halida.

"…Like a cat," Rose muttered, "It ignores people when it's full…What is that?"

She tugged at Roland's arm.

There is a crystal ball on the round table - divination, prophecy, in the eyes of mortals, every ritualist who has been mysteriously kissed and given the supreme gift should be familiar with this power.

Not really.

Lightning and fire, curses and latent dreams are nothing new.

Divination and prophecy are different.

Even among high-level ritualists, it is still an extremely special and rare ability.

——Although the ritualists of the Crown God Road are very "disdainful" of this power, and believe that those who step on the road of "fate" are all pitiful creatures who "cannot save themselves":

These people know their fate, but they cannot change it.

He always puts on a condescending attitude, sitting on a high tower, looking down on all living beings.

But death never treats these people kindly.

Poor conceited creature.

Roland and Rose stood very close to each other and could clearly hear the conversation between the 'fortune teller' and the 'fortune asker'.

Although they have tried to keep the volume down as much as possible.

"…So, you were able to predict that Maggie had a lover, right?"

the thin man asked.

Rose poked Roland, her face beaming with joy. "This is interesting!"

"Of course, I can see a vague shadow in the crystal ball - a shadow that does not belong to her husband. Fate tells me that her love was split in two by this shadow..."

The fortune teller sighed.

"This immoral affair was not a momentary spark, sir, it was long-lasting, tenacious, and difficult to break apart..."

The thin interrogator became even more nervous, his voice trembling: "Please tell me the best time...to expose them and make this shameful affair public...Please give me an answer...I beg you..."

The fortune teller shook his head, indicating that he was powerless.

"Divination is just another way to use power, sir. We reveal a corner of fate in advance, but it is difficult to get a glimpse of its full picture - you should know that even if you change one character, the meaning of the word will be completely different..."

"I'm sorry I can't give you more."

The interrogator opened his mouth, more excited than the last second: "…But, really, there is really no way, no way to find evidence of their affair? Even the lover cannot be accurately 'predicted' - is that what you want to tell me? Isn't this what you are good at?"

The fortune teller repeated the same words.

"Unfortunately."

Frustrating answer.

The interrogator sat in his seat, staring at the crystal ball for a while, and didn't say anything for a long time.

A few minutes later, he silently took out a ticket with black writing on a white background from his wallet and placed it on the black velvet cloth.

"…grateful."

He didn't seem particularly disappointed, but rather relieved.

"…thank you very much."

He muttered something again and loosened his slip-on tie.

The fortune teller glanced at the banknotes and asked with a smile, "I guess your role is not 'husband', right?"

The interrogator was stunned for a moment, then stood up and bowed politely, as if all the tension just now had disappeared like the morning mist blown away by the wind:
"of course not."

He said.

Then he turned and walked away quickly.

Rose: ...

Roland: ...

"Why do some people never use their wisdom in the right place?" The green eyes stared at the man's brisk back, with a small flame in his mouth: "I almost feel sorry for him!"

Roland suppressed his laughter and pulled Rose to the divination table - the crystal ball was nothing special and was not a rare item.

What's special is this 'fortune teller'.

Her hair was light gray like the stars, tied in a loose low ponytail.

The tough outline is as cold and steep as a cliff, and there is a pair of misty gray eyes that are similar to the hair color.

The ritualist of the road of "Destiny"...?

But he didn't notice any trace of the "secret".

"Good day, Fire of Punishment."

The man only brushed Rose's face lightly, his eyes stayed on Roland's face and never left.

He seemed to be aware of his identity, and before he opened his mouth, his cold and hard lines immediately melted away, as if a murderer holding a bloody knife suddenly sang a stilted opera.

This strange sense of distortion is enough to make a deep impression.

"Good day, Mr. Fortune Teller. It seems like we should know each other?"

"We already know each other."

His tone was completely different from before, becoming slow and powerful.

Roland noticed that he wore a rough silver ring on each finger of one of his hands. When the fingers were tapped together, a "da, da, da" sound was made.

The collar of the black dress was embroidered with several silver polygonal stars, and a black crow-handled cane was leaning against the table.

He was like a pure white nail on a wall covered with black ink.

The gray-haired and gray-eyed man stared at Roland quietly, his gaze enough to make wrinkles in the red wine in the goblet.

(End of this chapter)