Aaron was very emotional when he saw his old subordinates again.
"Lin, Olivia..."
He recalled what happened in many previous 'Light of Salvation' sects, and his eyes gradually softened.
"Now they can be regarded as big figures in the mysterious world."
"The worst case scenario is... both of them have gone crazy or betrayed..."
"If there is no betrayal, then there is the possibility of redemption."
Aaron's expression became extremely solemn as he recalled the other party's previous crazy state.
"To redeem a hidden existence, the consumption of the 'power of the secret source' must be extremely terrifying..."
"Perhaps... it needs to be accumulated in years."
The biggest thing he did in ancient times was to use his accumulated "secret source" over several years to reveal his destiny and trap the Scarlet Sun.
Nowadays, those who have the ability to think rationally cannot accept this method.
The birth of the sun may be the total explosion of power that has been accumulated for thousands of years in the "Secret Source". My own accumulation of more than ten years is just a key.
This makes it impossible for Aaron to estimate how much 'amount' is needed to redeem or kill a hidden existence!
"But there must be a lot... At present, I still need to continue to hibernate."
He sighed and disconnected from Bruce.
Bruce's eyes became confused, and suddenly filled with extreme fear: "I... I was possessed by a great being just now?"
This situation is quite dangerous in mysticism. For such a great existence, just the arrival of consciousness will cause irreversible damage to the container!
But after Bruce made some anxious examinations, his expression became confused again.
Because he found that nothing happened to him, and his condition was better than ever.
…
Saint Margaret.
In first class cabin.
Aaron took off the "fool's crown" and purified himself.
"Continue to hibernate and accumulate the 'power of the secret source'. The number of such gatherings needs to be reduced. After all, every time you use the Fool's Crown, you must consume the 'power of the secret source' to fight against negative effects..."
"Other than that, we will continue to explore the limits of the 'law of accident'."
"According to the currently known information, the 'Law of Accident' has two modes. One is to actively give yourself or the enemy an 'accident'. In this mode, fate has less interference and may not necessarily achieve the ideal goal.
"
Otherwise, Flanders, Archbishop Blood Cup and others would not have left so easily last time in Pulmouth.
"The second situation is to witness the contract, and then let the 'accident' happen to punish the violator... As long as the contract is signed, the interference of fate will be very powerful. At least ordinary people who violate the agreement will end in death, but for extraordinary people
There are still doubts about the interference of the superiors or even high-ranking beings, and experiments need to continue... The only thing that is certain is that the interference of fate in this case must be stronger than what I actively give!"
"Then... when the sixth element is opened, the 'Law of Accident' will probably become complete, and the 'accidental' interference provided by the initiative will be quite powerful, making me comparable to an ordinary 'immortal'? Although I don't have the immortality of the immortal
Due to his nature, he does not have a long and long lifespan, but his strength is absolutely similar... In the world, he can barely protect himself."
…
One week later.
bar.
Aaron was drinking and chatting with Paul and others.
While commenting on the differences between South Indonesian women and Inves women, they enthusiastically discussed various anecdotes about sex hunting in the colonies.
It is said that as long as she looks like Inves and walks on the street, any Aboriginal girl will swoop in on her like a bee seeing a flower.
When Paul said these things, his eyes were red, his blood vessels were bulging, and he had a longing and excited expression on his face, which made Aaron speechless.
He felt that even if the doctor did not go bankrupt due to medical malpractice, sooner or later he would fall into trouble with a woman.
Aaron was drinking and looking around wildly, as if waiting for his prey to appear.
After more than half an hour, a tired-looking Kent finally appeared and came to the bar: "Please give me a glass of wine that will help me sleep more peacefully at night."
"It's not good to drink too strong a drink at night."
Kent heard a slightly familiar voice, and immediately saw the overly handsome Jack sitting next to him with a glass of wine. He could only force out a polite smile on his face: "Good evening, Mr. Corsini.
.”
For this young man who has been pestering Helen, or Helen has been pestering, it is impossible for Kent to say that he does not have a little jealousy in his heart.
"Just call me Jack."
Aaron smiled familiarly: "I'll buy this drink."
"Thanks!"
Kent thanked him politely, but didn't say much. Instead, he tugged on his collar, feeling a little impatient.
Because Miss Helen was losing her temper again today, and he went out to relax and have a drink, and ended up meeting someone who looked unhappy. This was not a pleasant experience.
But soon, he discovered that Jack was indeed a good person, and every word he spoke seemed to speak to his heart, as if the two were good friends who had known each other for many years.
The wariness in his heart gradually dissipated, and when he saw Aaron taking out a deck of playing cards, he couldn't help but wave his hand: "I don't play cards!"
"Then you have really lost a lot of fun..." Aaron smiled disapprovingly: "I won't play cards today...let's play divination! What do you want to divination? Career? Love?"
Wow!
Aaron shuffled the cards skillfully, and his hands turned into countless afterimages as if by magic. Kent couldn't help but be a little interested in such gorgeous tricks.
'I am an extraordinary person, and I can do divination by playing cards...hehe...'
Kent took a sip of wine, sighed and replied: "Love it!"
“Good choice.”
Aaron whistled and arranged a long string of cards on the table: "Draw one."
"You don't need to meditate on the divination matters in your mind, or let me shuffle the cards myself?" Kent finally confirmed based on his own knowledge of mysticism.
"No need." Aaron shook his head with a smile.
Seeing this, Kent was sure that the other party didn't even know a little bit of occult knowledge.
'At least... to predict my future, I have to shuffle the cards myself...'
He complained in his mind, took out one at random, turned it over and pressed it on the table.
Among the cards, there is a pale skeleton, hunched at the waist, carrying a huge black sickle.
"The Death Card!"
Aaron sighed: "It represents transformation and rebirth... You are not very lucky... or... your love is at a low ebb."
Kent stared at Aaron, feeling that the other person was making fun of him, and felt a little angry.
After all, why did his relationship hit a low point?
Isn't it because of the handsome man opposite?
Of course, Kent also knew that the fiancé officer whom he had never met was the main reason.
"Troughs are not terrible, but rather an opportunity for change. Face them squarely and face your heart bravely, and you will have good luck."
As a fortune teller, Aaron continued to interpret the contents of the Death Card, and finally shrugged: "How about... let's make a bet?"
