The speaker was a middle-aged man. He leaned his elbows down on the table, raised his chin with the back of his hands, and his monocle reflected the sunlight outside the window.
"Mr. Chris..."
The staff greeted him, and other people in the club also looked at him with respect.
"Um..." Victor felt that he was out of place and asked the staff in front of him in a low voice, "Who is that gentleman?"
"Hahaha! This guy doesn't even recognize Mr. Chris, and he actually wants to join the club and become a senior fortune teller?"
"I suggest that our club increase the threshold and not let anyone in."
"Wait a minute, this guy's accent sounds like someone from the East."
"Really? Aren't the boots of the people over there full of cow shit? They can't even take a shower for months."
"This is so disgusting, can you drive him away?"
……
Victor only asked one sentence, and the surroundings were full of cynicism directed at him. Even the staff in front of him gradually looked at him with disgust.
"That's Mr. Chris, the most famous fortune teller in our club. Many members have learned prediction knowledge from him."
Oh oh, awesome!
Victor exclaimed insincerely.
"It means...if you want to become a senior fortune teller, you need to pass the test of that gentleman?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Chris replied very coldly.
"I won't waste my time communicating with stupid laymen. This club only entertains true fortune-telling enthusiasts, and...I also want to mention that all gentlemen and ladies are polite and humble, like you, an eastern upstart."
, it is best not to participate in the entertainment of civilized society. Underground boxing matches where bottom-class bumpkins gather are more suitable for you."
These words can be said to belittle Victor to a low level, and his words and demeanor are full of regional discrimination.
And following his words, those members also started making noises.
"Mysterious prediction is a science, and it cannot be mastered by those with simple minds and well-developed limbs."
"In my opinion, they are better at wielding whips at serfs and engaging in exploitative and unearned businesses."
"Perhaps better at robbing the weak..."
"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. He thinks that by wearing formal clothes and learning some advanced 'knowledge', he can successfully enter the middle and upper class social circles, hahahaha..."
"Ahem... Look! The gun on this guy's waist is exposed. It's so barbaric. Didn't the waiter or security check it?"
"How terrible! A reckless man who only uses violence to solve problems?!"
Affected by the roar of people, the security guard outside came in, glanced at Mr. Chris inside, and after receiving feedback from him, he immediately wanted to ask Victor out.
"Wait a minute!" Victor didn't flinch. "I paid the admission fee. You didn't say you wouldn't be allowed in if you brought a gun. If I knew early on that there were only a group of prejudiced idiots in the club, then I definitely wouldn't.
You will spend this unjust money... Oh~~! Maybe you are afraid of me, not only afraid of my gun, but also afraid of my achievements in the field of divination, so you found a reason for regional discrimination to drive me away, haha
...What a stupid and cowardly Renekton native..."
Since the other party wants to be violent, Victor won't be polite. Even if he wants to be kicked out, he still has to scold these people who engage in regional discrimination.
The expressions of all the members turned grim, and Mr. Chris coughed twice and said in a deep voice: "Please leave because you don't understand and respect divination. You don't have the necessary knowledge.
But I want to be the senior fortune teller of the club. This seems to me a malicious pastime and provocation. The country bumpkins from the east are always causing trouble everywhere. In the news every month, you can see how many people died due to robbery over there.
People."
After hearing this, Victor spread his hands: "I'm sorry, I just don't understand your divination techniques, because I have my own method, and I can guarantee that it will definitely be more accurate than your divination results."
After he said this, other members immediately started whispering among themselves, and most of them were scolding Victor for being mentally ill.
"Mr. Chris has been studying mysterious predictions for many years, why do you want to anger him?" The staff on the side reminded Victor kindly.
Then, Chris sneered and said: "You mean, you will be better than me in divination? Hahaha... Young man, my knowledge of mysterious predictions was learned from a real fortune teller.
Yes, he is a seer!"
"Oh! I see, then you are quite powerful." Victor continued to answer coldly and insincerely.
"This is the first time I have encountered someone who came to the Divination Club to cause trouble. Your behavior is very wrong, but I think I understand... There are always many non-member guests who want to get my reservation. You should be
A certain young guy at the back wanted to use this method to attract my attention..."
Mr. Chris crossed his hands on his chest, thinking he had seen through Victor.
"Okay! I can tell you happily that you succeeded. You were very successful and angered me. I will skip the appointments of other members and guests and conduct a divination for you alone, but the price you have to pay is not only
I don’t have money, but I will never be able to step into the club again!”
As he spoke, Mr. Chris put his hand on the other side of the table and pressed it towards a stack of tarot cards.
"Come here and shuffle the cards! The 'noble young master' from the east."
Victor smoothed his collar, pushed away the blocker with a smile on his face, and sat in front of Mr. Chris.
"Don't you need to choose a quiet environment?" He glanced at the people watching around him and asked curiously.
"As long as we focus enough, our astral body can communicate with the spirit world and obtain correct prediction results." Mr. Chris stacked the face-down cards in the center, "Shuffle the cards!"
Victor casually scattered the cards with one hand, and then shuffled them slowly.
"Use both hands! Bullshit amateur!" Someone behind him was sarcastic. Victor ignored him and continued to shuffle the cards with one hand. Mr. Chris didn't say anything.
After he finished shuffling, he continued to follow Chris's reminder, cut the cards twice, and then put them back on the table.
"Remember the question silently in your mind and choose the card array."
"Well..."
Victor suddenly became thoughtful, and the people on the side began to interfere with him again.
"This guy probably doesn't even know what a card formation is, right?"
"Correct answer!" Victor even wanted to applaud this gossiping member, "I really don't know what a card array is. I usually just pick one at random. Do you have any recommendations?"
"The Holy Triangle..." Mr. Chris made the decision for him without permission, "It's too complicated for you to understand..."
Victor shrugged and was asked to pick up all the cards, count to the seventh card from top to bottom, and then take out this card.
"Put the counted cards aside. You will no longer use them. Then shuffle the remaining cards and count them again. Take out the seventh card!"
This action was repeated twice more, so that the three cards drawn by Victor formed a triangle.
"Remember the questions in your mind just now, and then open them one by one."
After hearing this, Victor casually turned over the first card facing him.
The Fool in Right Position...
Mr. Chris chuckled disdainfully and immediately answered: "I don't know what the question is in your mind, but this card represents your past experience on this matter."
"You move forward aimlessly, wander around, make a lot of wrong choices and get failed results, and then you still insist on going your own way, pursuing blindly and completely ignoring reality. In short, you are very stupid!"
Although he was solving the cards, Victor knew that the person in front of him was scolding him, so he still kept a smile on his face and said nothing.
Then he turned over the second card.
"Priestess Reversed, you are short-sighted, ignorant and greedy, foolhardy and pretentious on this issue. Sooner or later, you will be punished."
Still scolding him, Mr. Chris became more and more rude in dealing with the cards, not sparing Victor any face or step, which made the members around him secretly happy.
They wanted to see Victor get so angry that the club's security would have a reason to throw him out.
"The last card, Young Master from the East!"
Following Mr. Chris's reminder, Victor turned over the last card.
The god of death!
"Hehehe..." Mr. Chris laughed sinisterly, "Do I need to explain this? Your future is failure and death, and you will die soon."
"Hahaha!" The whole audience cheered, and people started to boo, and everyone regarded this as a joke.
"I advise you to prepare a coffin for yourself quickly. The cemetery in Zhangshan is not cheap..."
"The country bumpkin's face is so confused, it's so funny!"
"Mr. Chris is too cruel..."
Facing the ridicule around him, Victor curled his lips and kept shaking his head.
He ignored other people's looks and took out the cigarette, lit it for himself, and took a long puff, causing people around him to curse continuously.
"Smoking is not allowed here, sir. The divination is over. Get out of here!" Chris said with a sullen face.
Victor shook the ashes of his cigarette on the table and suddenly asked: "You said I will die in the future, when will I die? You won't wait until I am seventy or eighty years old to get sick and die, right?"
No one expected that after being humiliated like this, Victor could still calm down and ask such a question.
Mr. Chris was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but fell silent. The surrounding members also stopped laughing, and the club suddenly became quiet.
"What? Aren't you very powerful? You can't even calculate a death anniversary by answering Tarot cards?" Victor was so arrogant that he put his legs on the table.
"Otherwise, I had secretly divined the future for you just now. What a coincidence. You would also die, and today!"