The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 670 Ch.669 Divination, Knife and Throat

"This is the first time I have witnessed a divination ceremony of "fate". "

After sitting down, Roland spoke first.

In fact, he did not notice any trace of the "secret" being used, that is to say, the "prediction" of this fortune teller was actually nonsense.

To his surprise, the fortune teller confessed this.

"That's not real divination, Mr. Collins. When dealing with mortals, words are enough to satisfy them." His lips were thin and his tongue seemed a little stiff. When he spoke, not only was there an accent, but every word was heavily pressed and slid down from the tip of his tongue with its weight.

This deep and slow way of speaking gives him an ancient and out-of-date temperament.

He pointed his five fingers, tapping on the black silk cloth with a metallic sound - like a skinny long-legged spider, every movement brought an uncomfortable sense of urgency.

"I'm afraid Mr. Lover wouldn't think so... What should I call you?"

“Linus,” the fortune teller smiled, “Tom Linus.”

As he spoke, he put his fingers together and pressed them against his chin. His cloudy eyes seemed to dismantle the bones of the target bit by bit, carefully picking open the tendons and veins, and grinding the flesh and blood...

It's becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

But this discomfort seemed to affect only Roland.

Luo, who was standing by, didn't notice anything at all and tapped the crystal ball twice with her fingernails: "Is the divination accurate?"

Linus didn't mind the impolite interruption. He slowly picked up the expensive silk cloth beside him and slowly wiped the crystal ball in front of him: "Divination and prophecy have only two possibilities: success and failure. Miss Shelley, in the field of fate, there is no word 'accurate'."

Rose held her chin in her hand and waited for him to wipe it calmly: "So, if it succeeds, it must be accurate? I heard that you can't tell fortunes for yourself?"

"'Those who spy on fate cannot control their own fate' - that's true, Miss Shelley, we cannot predict for ourselves or for those who are on the same path as us." He put down the rag and habitually tapped his five fingers in turn.

Crack, crack, crack…

The crisp metallic sound seemed to grow into the cochlea.

"So...what do you want to ask?"

He asked the question with a smile, and the two answered quickly, speaking almost at the same time.

Rose: "My future—"

Roland: "The Queen's weight—"

Quiet.

Rose: ...

"Roland."

Roland put his legs back the next second after answering.

His leather shoes can no longer suffer any injustice.

"Mr. Collins, I'm just a lucky wanderer with a good friend - I don't have the guts to play a trick on that guy... and there's no way I'd succeed."

Linus smiled and turned to Rose.

"...I have a friend, Mr. Linus," the girl realized her previous impulsiveness, swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth, and pieced them together again: "I have a good friend."

she says.

"This friend is really picky. She must love a likable man. Mr. Linus, can you tell me whether it will be...will be..."

He paused, wanting to say something but stopped: "There will be several...several..."

The fortune teller put his hands on his chin, as if appreciating a particularly interesting new play: "Your friend? Miss Shelley?"

Rose pursed her lips and nodded.

"She loved a man."

"Um…"

"But I don't know how many people still love her, right? You want to ask how many 'enemies' she has, right?"

The girl who had made the dent in the tablecloth nodded her head: "That's right!"

The gray-haired and gray-eyed man smiled: "That's right, that's great, Miss. This is a very suitable question for divination—"

He looked at the girl with an expectant look on her face and spread his hands:

"But your friend must come in person."

Rose: ...

"personally?"

"In person. How can I perform divination on a lady whose name I don't know and who has no medium from an unknown distance? If I really had such power, I'm afraid I wouldn't meet you here," Linus pondered: "Of course, if."

"I mean, if the 'friend' in the question is yourself..."

Rose frowned: "...just...ok?" Linus nodded: "Okay."

The girl hesitated for a while and nodded: "Then please tell me about tomorrow's weather..."

Roland: “Puff.”

Rose turned her head away instantly, her eyes blazing with anger: "Roland Collins!"

Roland turned his head and whispered into her ear: "No need for divination, I'll tell you secretly when we get back..."

soon.

The trousers that Halida had ironed flat and straight now had a few spiral-shaped "little stars" on them.

"You twisted it too hard, Rose."

"I'm going to screw you."

Linus quietly admired the flirting between the man and woman in front of him, and the curve of his mouth became wider and wider...

of course.

Divination still needs to be done.

It was rare to see a ritualist on the road of "Destiny", so Rose had to try it.

The problem is certainly not 'the enemy' anymore.

She asked a very common question that most people would ask.

Danger.

Divination was not beyond Rose's imagination - just as described by ordinary people, using bone tablets, or pendulums, and crystal balls. When Linus placed his hand covered with silver rings on the crystal ball, a strange power slowly emerged.

Then there was Rose.

Roland, and even some of the ritualists who had started the "secret" ritual early on, sensed it.

It is more delicate and soft than the "secret" of ordinary ritualists.

If Roland described it as 'tentacles', Linus's was 'current'.

A thick fog visible to the naked eye soon rose from the transparent sphere.

then.

It condensed into a long and narrow sharp knife.

A sharp knife stabbed in the throat.

Rose couldn't see the face clearly, and for a moment, the blood in the crystal ball almost overflowed.

Click…click…click…

Linus tapped gently, his misty eyes filled with rising emotions.

He signaled to Rose that she could remove her hand.

"It's not good, is it?" Rose pursed her lips, "Blood and swords."

Linus studied it for a moment. "Lies."

He said.

The sharp knife that pierced the throat, the pierced throat.

"It foreshadows a lie. Miss Shelley, the danger comes from a lie..."

Rose stopped talking.

She obviously knew what kind of lies she had told recently, big lies that could lead to danger.

This made her feel even worse.

Not because of the danger, but because of the consequences of lying.

But now, she doesn't seem to have much room for regret.

"Often the guidance given by fate is not easy to teach people to figure out the answer, the most superficial guess is usually like the skin in the daytime."

Linus crossed his arms, extremely pleased with the result.

"I use divination to gain the influence I need, and blind flesh learns its own tragic fate through ritual..."

"Miss Shelley, I have to remind you - it's best not to try to change the outcome that has already been determined."

Rose was dissatisfied: "Isn't the purpose of divination to predict danger in advance?"

Linus smiled: "So, just a 'reminder'."

(End of this chapter)