The fortune teller welcomed the two of them, waving his purple robe, and stretched out a pair of hands covered with abscesses, gently placing them on the small table in front of him.
A sweet aroma rose from the incense burner, diluting the stench inside the wreckage of the hulk. Bologger did not feel relieved, but instead became more vigilant.
Boluogo encountered similar deceptions on the wandering fork in the road. The aroma contains neurotoxins. The toxicity is very slight, not enough to knock down an adult, but it can interfere with your consciousness to a certain extent. With a little guidance, you can
Will become the opponent's plaything.
Lebius said expressionlessly, "Are you sure you have the information we want to know?"
The fortune teller laughed hoarsely, and his voice came through his robes, like a cold wind blowing through the corridor.
"You haven't asked yet, how do I know?"
The ugly hands made a gesture of invitation. Lebius did not refuse. He pulled out the chair and was about to sit down when Bologo stopped him.
"I come."
Bologo replaced Lebius and sat across from the fortune teller. At the same time, he also spoke to Lebius through the sentry he carried.
"I am an immortal, even if something unexpected happens, nothing will happen to me."
The voice rang in Lebius's mind. Without Uriel's assistance, the range of the two's whistles was greatly reduced. They could only communicate with each other and could not connect to Jeffrey and others far away in the port.
Lebius felt uneasy, "Well, be more vigilant, I think something is wrong."
Aimu's voice intervened, "It's okay, you two are here."
Although the Hulk Coast is full of dangers, it is like a barbaric and primitive Colosseum, where people release their ugly desires without any concealment. However, Boluogo and Lebius who stepped here, in this cruel food chain,
Definitely the apex predator and the ultimate consumer.
Intuitively, it seemed that the two of them were only holding two umbrellas, like travelers who entered this place by mistake. From the perspective of force, these people actually let an army of killers enter here generously.
Burlogo reminded briefly, "Stay alert, Aimu."
"Um."
The response came in his mind, and the halo in Boluogo's eyes began to dim, even losing all its luster.
At this time, the roles were reversed, and Bologg became the leader of the team. Lebius said nothing and stood behind Bologg without saying a word, just like an ordinary guard.
"So you are the one in charge?" The fortune teller paid more attention to Boluogo, and his eyes drifted to Lebius, "I thought you were the boss."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Bologg stared at the darkness under his purple robe, peering into the darkness with his cold eyes. His gaze was always oppressive, even though Bologg could not see the fortune teller's eyes.
The fortune teller was silent for a while, wondering what he was thinking. The rickety man did not leave. He stood not far away, with a greedy look on his face.
A strange atmosphere lingered between them, and amid the permeating incense, the fortune teller lifted the cover on the table, revealing a transparent and glowing crystal ball.
The fortune teller said, "Please place your hand on the crystal ball."
"Are you serious?"
Boluogo frowned, this was somewhat different from the intelligence gathering he expected.
"I am a fortune teller. What am I going to do if I don't predict fate?" said the fortune teller. "And aren't you here just to pry into fate?"
The fortune teller's tone sounded old-fashioned, like a wizard hiding in a dense forest in a story.
Boluogo whispered in his mind, "There is something wrong with him, team leader."
"I have discovered," Lebius replied, "Hert lied to me."
Boluogo didn't say anything else. It would be sad to see an old friend become a stranger. He obediently pressed his hand on the crystal ball. It felt cold to the touch, like pressing a piece of ice.
With Boluogo's touch, the elite clear crystal ball began to change. A gray storm gradually appeared in the crystal ball, and jumping arcs could be vaguely seen.
This reminded Boluogo of the thundercloud that knocked him into the abandoned place, but the thundercloud actually contained a thunderstorm that was ready to go.
"interesting."
Boluogo became interested, and then said in his mind, "This thing has a slight ether reaction. It looks like an alchemical weapon."
Aimu asked, "Do you have self-circulating alchemical weapons?"
"should be."
Some special alchemical weapons will collect the ether spilled in the environment on their own, and can activate themselves without the need for excess ether to be activated.
This kind of alchemical weapon is very common in the Bureau of Order. After all, the sublimation ones are in the minority. In order to support this huge extraordinary organization, most of the employees in the Bureau of Order are ordinary people. They cannot resonate with the ether themselves, so they have to use this
Class can be self-cycling alchemy armed work.
The emergence of this type of alchemy weapon has greatly improved the work efficiency of the Order Bureau. However, because it empowers ordinary people with certain extraordinary powers, it causes a lot of riots every year. The Field Service Department is always sent out,
Recycle these alchemical weapons.
Boluogo also read the news that some countries in the Hazama Kingdom are already trying to include alchemical weapons as military weapons.
The alchemy weapons themselves that can make ordinary people effective are not too powerful, but as their numbers are accumulated and connected to the army, they can also affect the situation on the battlefield.
This was obviously a violation of the "Aether Agreement". When Bologo read this message, the King's Secret Sword had already resolved the situation and re-blocked the alchemy technology.
In terms of preventing the expansion of extraordinary wars, the positions of the King's Secret Sword and the Bureau of Order are unexpectedly consistent. No one wants the world to usher in a second Scorched Earth Wrath.
Focusing on the crystal ball in front of him, Bologo became somewhat interested in divination.
"Please frame your question in your mind."
The fortune teller's voice was slow and lazi, making the listener feel drowsy.
Bologna ponders the question of the tenth group position.
The crystal ball under his hand began to change. First it was a rolling and roaring storm, and then raindrops separated from it and turned into roaring waves. The low temperature came, and the liquid gradually froze into solid ice inside the sphere. The next moment, the brilliant human flowers ignited and evaporated.
The solid ice turned into a storm again.
This is the cycle of elements. Bologg had read it in a book, but he didn't expect that this little gadget could play so many tricks. Bologg was wondering if he could take one home and use it as a bedside night light.
"Excuse me, do you have an answer?"
Boluogo urged, he had been putting his hand on it for a while, but the fortune teller seemed to be mute and made no sound at all.
Now it is certain that there is something wrong with Hert, and the current fortune-telling is just a cover, but looking at the fortune-teller, it seems that he is really fortune-telling for himself.
After a while, the fortune teller lifted his hood, and his ugly old face was directly exposed, and the strange and mysterious feeling disappeared.
He slapped the crystal ball in a panic, his eyes flashing between Boluogo and the crystal ball repeatedly.
"Is...is there any problem?"
Boluogo frowned. The fortune teller seemed to be suffering from some kind of disease, and his body was covered with abscesses, even on his face, which looked very similar to the man outlined.
To be precise, the entire wreckage of the hulk is filled with some kind of germs, and people who have stayed here for a long time will have more or less such symptoms.
Disease was too normal for voyagers. They traveled far and wide and brought diseases to unfamiliar lands.
History has recorded such an incident. People in a certain area have been with a certain disease for many years, and even developed resistance. One day, they sailed to another land, and the locals could not bear the disease they carried, so it caused
A massive plague.
"I can't see your fate, how is this possible?"
The fortune teller questioned Boluogo. Judging from his excited expression, Boluogo didn't think the fortune teller was playing any tricks on him. It seemed that his appearance had really broken his professional cognition.
"That means you can't read anything, right?"
Boluogo didn't want to waste any more time, so he pretended to be angry, slapped the table hard and stood up.
At the same time, the roar of gunshots rang out, and Boluogo turned around and shook his hand. The snakes gathered in his palms along the cuffs, forging their sharp edges, and collided with the speeding warhead, causing sparks to fly.
The blade continued to twist under Bologo's swing, and then the iron spear whizzed in, piercing the rusty, fragile and decayed metal plate with one blow, and pierced the enemy behind it as well.
The fortune teller froze on the spot, the broken bullet cut open his cheek, and pus mixed with blood smeared across his eyes.
Lebius disappeared. When the fortune teller noticed Lebius's presence again, he stood in the position that outlined the man's position just now, and kept kicking away.
The next second, a blurry black shadow covered the diviner's sight. The outlined man screamed and was kicked back to the fortune-telling beach by Lebius. The table, crystal ball, and diviner collided with each other.