Shade frowned slightly, while Mr. Bernhardt was stunned: "Wilson, do you know what you are talking about?"
"I have seen it all, yes, I have seen it all. The wise will lead the destruction, and no one can stop it. This is destined! Oh! Oh"
He groaned several times in succession and tried to stand up, but fell back into the chair again. The sound of breathing forced out of his lungs was weird, and he himself seemed to have lost all his strength.
Fortunately, Mr. Bernhard dropped the silencing spell in advance, otherwise everyone on the entire floor would know that there is a madman living here. "Shad, what do you think?"
Seeing that Mr. Wilson became unable to communicate again, Mr. Bernhardt asked Shade. Shade remained silent for a long time and said: "Why don't you let this gentleman go and tell the church about this matter.
"No, I don't want to go to church!" The middle-aged man with messy yellow hair suddenly shouted loudly. Mr. Bernhardt told Shade helplessly.
"He made some small mistakes when he was young, and was hunted down by the church, so he fled here to find refuge with his fellow tribesmen. Although the case has been cleared now, it is impossible to go to the church."
Seeing Shade's strange expression, Mr. Bernhardt waved his hand hurriedly
"It's not about sucking the blood of living people. We don't accept those kind of people. Most of those kind of people are in the New World and mixed with the [Blood Spirit School]. He was ignorant when he was young. He relied on his divination and went to the Church of Nature at night.
He threw dead chickens and ducks at the door to provoke him, but he was seen on the spot by a team of ring warlocks returning from a mission in the church."
"Then go to the Prophet's Association. The Prophet's Association should be happy to help such a fortune-teller who has been seriously injured because his predictions are too accurate."
Mr. Bernhardt nodded.
"That's a good idea. I immediately contacted someone to send him there. In addition to my friendship with Nobel from the Peace Church, I also met many people from the Prophets Association when I played Rhodes. "That's good."
Shade stood up and planned to leave with Mr. Bernhardt
"Speaking of which, do you want to go somewhere for shelter? Just go in a direction away from the Everglades." Shade asked again, and the middle-aged Vampire Seed Lord who was trying to help Mr. Wilson up sighed:
"It's better to stay. After all, this is my home. And if something big happens, I might be able to help... My fellow tribesmen here trust me so much, how could I leave immediately?"
We originally planned to go to the White King Club for lunch together, but after this happened, Mr. Shade and Mr. Bernhardt also lost their appetite. Lord Vampire Seed temporarily moved Mr. Wilson to a safe place, and then thought about it later.
Method to contact the Prophet Association. Shade went to Snake Heart Hospital to inform Sister Devlin of the "prophecy" he learned. After having lunch with the nun, he returned to Tobesk City and informed Luvia of the news.
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When Shade left Huntington, snowflakes were already falling in the sky. If the vampire Mr. Wilson's divination was correct, then the snow would probably last for a long time.
The brand new prophecy did not surprise Luvia too much. Regarding the “purple-eyed soothsayer” in the prophecy, Luvia did not express her opinion: “Tomorrow, the steam airship of Prisha and his party will land in Huntington.
, you can go take a look at that time. Before Iluna left, she had informed the church that Lykins Prisha was suspected of being an arsonist and murderer. I am curious whether the church can catch him. Prophecy
In the room on the second floor of the Prophet's Association, Luvia, who was standing at the window looking at the city, said to Shad. The Prophet's Association is rich and powerful, and its heating in winter is better than most places in the city, even warmer than Shad's home.
"Tomorrow is the time key for Saturday and Sunday morning. It seems necessary to stay for a while. Shade nodded.
"That's good, at least I can have a chance to rest.
Luvia turned around and said, she was more hesitant and uneasy than Shade, she was like this every time
"I'm very afraid that the scene in my dream will appear the prophecy you mentioned today. I have also dreamed about it, but it was very vague. The heavy snow in the sky, the lighthouse on the island in the middle of the lake, the man with wings behind him, the green turbid lake water
Shade stroked the soft cat with the huge tentacles stretched out from the middle. The cat narrowed its eyes and allowed Shade to stroke it.
"Things haven't happened yet, why are you so worried? And you yourself have said that the difficulty of prophecy and divination is not to see the future and destiny, but to successfully interpret them. The church still believes that the one who stopped everything in Cold Water Port'
The God Caller' seems to be a descendant of a fishman or a mermaid who came out of the sea.
Shade said with a smile, stood up and looked at Luvia, "Would you like to spend the night at my place tonight?" Recently, the association was conducting an end-of-year diviner technical training. Luvia shook her head.
"Well, I will come back to you if there is a new situation. Now I need to rest. Maybe after the two witches land tomorrow, we will immediately set off to the depths of the swamp.
Luvia bit her tongue and watched Shad turn around and open the door to leave, but in the end she didn't say anything to stop him. Shad hugged the sleepy cat and left the divination room on the second floor, leaving Luvia alone.
Anat stood by the window and looked at his back. After a long time, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.
After bidding farewell to Luvia, Shade did not go home immediately. Instead, he found Vice President Mark. The latter already understood that Shade was looking for him most of the time because of the Rhodes card, so he took him to his place.
In his office, after preparing hot tea for Shade and a large glass of gin for himself, he cautiously tried to say
"You didn't get another [Original] series, did you? God, it was only a few days ago that you got [Original Knowledge]." No, no, this time it was for a damaged old card.
Shade handed half of the [Natural Disaster Blizzard] he got from the demonologist to Vice President Mark. The latter carefully looked at the blurred card surface, apologized to Shade, and found someone to bring it to him.
The association's internally published "Rhode Card Encyclopedia" was used for comparison. The book was twice as thick as a standard red brick. Vice President Mark sighed softly:
"It turns out to be [Natural Disaster Blizzard] from the Natural Disaster series. I only saw one in the hands of my former teacher when I was young. Really, it turned out to be like this. His original owner is really disgusting.
You know how to take good care of playing cards." "Can you change it to a new one?"
Shade asked, but said embarrassedly
"But I can't provide documentation, nor can I give a record of past owners of this card."
"It doesn't matter. You are the champion of Dacheng Player 1853 and a 'legendary player' recognized by the association. These documents are not needed. We believe in your credibility. However, the cost of repair cannot be waived."
Vice President Mark carefully put down the half of the cards, and then took off his gloves:
"The exact amount needs to be estimated by the appraiser, but I have encountered similar situations. I estimate that you will have to come up with about 20 to 40 pounds."
In addition to cost, this kind of charge also needs to consider the specific value of the playing cards. Generally speaking, the older the playing cards, the more expensive the charges. This is jokingly called the "Rhodes card tax" by some players. "No problem."
Shade nodded and smiled.
Even a three-digit gold pound is worth paying for an ancient playing card. After all, this is one of his few hobbies in the world besides raising cats.
The Winter War in the Pantanal was about to break out. Shade knew very well that this was unavoidable, but he found that he was not nervous at all. On this Friday night, Shade, who was alone at home, was in his study in accordance with the original plan.
I made a plan to read and study, and thought that tomorrow night I could let Dorothy copy an ancient story of "Water of Wisdom" as a possible material for new thaumaturgy.
At eleven o'clock that night, when Shade finished washing and went to bed to get ready for rest, he found the cat squatting on the floor and looking at the wall in the empty Room 2 as usual.
And when Shade got into the warm quilt in his pajamas and saw little Mia leaning on the pillow with her butt tilted, another inspiration came to him: "Speaking of which, since I couldn't find the [Moonlight Orb] during the day, will there be one at night?"
Where’s the clue?” “Meow”
Shade lifted off the quilt and walked to Room 2 on the second floor in his slippers. Naturally, little Mia had to follow. When she walked to Room 2 on cat steps, Shade was looking at the wall in front of her.
Facing the window wall in a daze, "Hmm..."
He turned around and opened the curtains, and was surprised to find that there was snow falling outside again. "There is still some moonlight...Tobesk has more precipitation in winter than in summer."
After confirming that the extremely thin moonlight was shining on the wall, Shade, under Mia's gaze, used the witch's light to melt the wall of his home again. The location was still where [Prank Boy] had left the ink mark, but there was still nothing.
Found. "It's really weird."
Shade murmured to himself, then looked down at his cat. He stretched out his hands towards Mia, and the cat jumped up consciously, letting Shade hold it.
"Don't you like scratching this wall? Can you feel something?"
He asked Mia softly, and then felt that he was really stupid for doing so. But in autumn, the cat was keenly aware of the abnormalities on the third floor, so Shade thought that this cat might be lucky and be able to
play some role.
He pinched little Mia's waist, and like an elongated cat, he immediately stretched out his claws to scratch the wall in front of him, right where Shade melted just now.
"In occultism, cats are associated with the sun and moon. Ancient cat worship and sun and moon worship are usually inseparable. This cat definitely felt something.
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