Reborn As a Pirate

For Noah, this is a sacred self-discovery.

To ensure meditation, devotion, confidence, and accuracy, she has asked the six most obvious questions with the six most complex sets of cards.

Do you have dinner tonight? Have.

Will it get wet today? meeting.

Is there a place to sleep? Have

How many people sleep? One.

Will you stay on this island forever? Won't.

Are there any living people on the island? Have.

The answers are all obvious, and there is no problem with the results of divination. More importantly, with the help of the 41 to 77 cards of the ancient magic array, her spirit has been completely restrained, attached to the crystal ball of fate, and truly heard the sigh of fate.

The most critical one is about to begin.

Nuoya Feihua seemed to pull out the cards in front of her, and the upturned Minor Arcana flew out of the deck one after another, and they were divided into four parts according to their suits.

Scepter, Pentacle, Holy Grail, Sword...

Only twenty-two major arcanas remained among the floating cards.

Nuoya closed her eyes, waved her sleeves, and the scattered cards were gathered into piles and placed in the halo of the fate crystal ball.

"Captain... Are Lorraine and Hana still alive?"

She questioned fate silently, stretched out her slender fingers, and tapped on the pile of cards.

Clap la la la la la!

The pile of cards bounced up and down like a garland with fingers, jumping like a spring, jumped seven times, and burst out nearly half, a total of twelve cards, discarded to the side.

Noah's finger pointed at the core of the thirteenth sheet.

This is the Sirius card array inherited from ancient Egypt. Different from those complicated ancient card arrays, Sirius is known for being clear, straightforward, sensitive and fragile. Using the only fate card to reveal questions is the most commonly used by fortune-tellers. The most trusted method of self-divination.

Nuoya opened her eyes and flipped over the card lightly.

Sirius projected his response on the card, right upright... The Hanged Man.

The Hanged Man...Tested, restricted, sacrificed, undaunted by hardships, freed from temptation, lost for what was lost, learned from the ashes, learned extensively, given love.

Are Lorraine and Henna dead? Still stuck somewhere? Or is it a desperate situation, already out of the woods?

Why is it such an ambiguous card?

Is Sirius do not know? Still don't want to say?

Nuoya stared at Yin Tarot, frowning and deep in thought.

In a trance, a black shadow came up, just blocking the midline between the crystal ball of fate and Sirius, interrupting Noah's meditation at once.

Nuoya's face turned red, she nodded, twisted her sleeves, her eyes flustered and she was at a loss.

The white ears on her shoulders also exploded, and she raised her face and stood up, showing her canine teeth fiercely at Grandma Yacharin.

"Aw!"

Acharin dismissed the lazy white ears, and leaned on the steering wheel with a self-conscious smile.

"Miss Sarah."

"Yes Yes."

"I went down to supervise the work just now, and I heard criticisms of you from many sailors. This makes me feel unhappy."

Nuoya's head was lower and her face was redder: "I'm sorry."

"No, no, no, you don't need to apologize!" Yacharin waved his arms vigorously, "There shouldn't be any criticism of a beautiful lady on a gentleman's boat! If there is, it must not be the lady's fault, but the fault of upbringing!"

He took a deep breath, and was about to take advantage of the situation to give Nuoya a caring hug. Unexpectedly, he opened his hands, his white ears and even his tail stood up, and his fleshy claws popped out.

Yacharin decided to slow down for a moment.

He took a step closer, condescending towards Nuoya, his domineering aura radiated wantonly.

"Miss Sara, you are the most honored seafarer on this ship. Like me, you are the ruler and the person in charge! This prestige should not be questioned."

"Why are there doubts? I found out that it is actually our proud boatman and the underage vice president who are deliberately raising you up.

They are a gang! "

"No...Mr. Desai, Keren and Pierce are very good, but I don't know anything, I can't help..."

"Ms. should enjoy the honor!" Yachalin took a step closer, arrogantly, almost stepping on Noah's silver tarot, "If I were the captain..."

"Mr. Desai!" Noah seemed to muster up the courage to shout, his voice was so small that he could hardly hear him.

"Eh?"

"When I passed the hidden reef, my crystal ball was smashed and it seemed to be cracked. Can you help me take a look?"

As she spoke, her beautiful hands held the crystal ball like blooming flowers and raised it above her head.

Yacharin's eyes moved up the crystal ball, and he subconsciously asked, "Where is it cracked?"

"Seventh, fourteenth, and twenty-one strands of hair, they cross, and the cracks..."

"So much hair, how can I..."

Yacharin squinted his eyes carefully, and suddenly saw the eyes of White Ears in the center of the crystal ball.

At some point, the little black cat lay on top of Noah's head, its round eyes widened, piercing through the crystal ball, staring at Yacharin.

What kind of eyes are those...

The yellowish pupils are like symmetrical hemispheres on the left and right sides, with a thin diamond-shaped vertical pupil in the center, which was originally black, but after being smudged by the fate crystal ball, it turned purple.

Purple in black, purple in black.

"Aw!"

Yacharin shook violently.

Nuoya stood up slowly, her soft body carried a peculiar charm, no matter how she moved, the crystal ball remained motionless.

She stood up straight, looked at Yacharin's bewildered face, and whispered softly.

"VII, XIV, and XXI are the numbers of destiny. There are twenty-two in the Major Arcana. The fool is the king. There are three in reincarnation."

"Reincarnation is Tarot, cards, numbers, and destiny."

"Everything has an end and a beginning, and this end is the seven, the ring, and the connection of all destiny."

"Chariot! Those who are upright deserve power, and those who are vain seek glory."

"Restraint! A suitable position makes the mediocre strong, and self-righteousness makes the capable strong!"

"World! If you are loyal to your mission, you will be blessed with luck, but if you betray your promise, you will be defeated!"

"You! Acharyn Desai, a huge mistake will torture you, entangle you, make you restless for the rest of your life, and make you sleepless!"

Acharin struggled with uneasiness, hesitation, and fear on his face...

"You! Acharyn Desai, a huge mistake will torture you, entangle you, ruin your reputation, and shatter you to pieces!"

The struggle is gone...

Yacharin's eyes became more and more confused, and his expression became more and more terrified. There was a strange cracking sound from his throat, and he asked mechanically: "What...how...do..."

"Fate is mercy!" Nuoya raised her face and sang loudly, "Good and evil are rewarded! Although you gave birth to desires you shouldn't have, fortunately you haven't done anything irreversible... Kneel down! Beg for forgiveness towards fate , begging for atonement!"

Acharim fell to his knees with a plop.

"Please... tell... atonement..."

"Wash your sins! Lorraine Drake is still alive and dead, you volunteered to help him! You will use your humble life to join the roulette wheel of fate, and fight for a chance of life for your captain!"

"You! Yacharin Desai, I'm so happy!"

"I...voluntarily...rejoice..."

Yacharin read silently, took out an old pistole from his bosom, and slowly... slowly handed it to his mouth.

He opened his mouth gently, slowly but firmly. There was no struggle, no hesitation in the movements, and even a smile on his face, relieved and delighted.

Just at this time……

"captain!"

The boat exploded suddenly, and Lorraine took Henna's hand, and walked out of the jungle with a smile, his movements were nimble, and there was no sign of any pain.

"The captain is back! Our brave captain is back with Ms. Yesra!"

"Long live the captain!"

"Long live Drake!"

"Long live Niord!"

"Long live Herbazi!"

Listening to the shouts of long live on the beach, Nuoya was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled like a flower.

She gave Yacharin a disgusted look, and he was half-holding the huge Pistor in his mouth, ready to chew.

She wrinkled her nose boredly: "The hanged man... It turns out that Sirius wanted to tell me that the captain was resurrected from the ashes, and also wanted to persuade me to give you a chance to reform. White ears, it's really wide-ranging."

"Meow!"

"Forget it, for the sake of negotiating with Sirius in the future... Spare your life! White ears, scratch him!"

With an order, Bai Er jumped up from Nuoya's head, and the cat's paws stretched out, making a cross!

Swish!

Pistor jingled and fell to the ground, Yacharin covered his face, opened his mouth, his eyes...focused.

"Ah! My handsome face!"