Unable to enter the Divination Club and play the role of a diviner, Victor must find additional ways to speed up his secret transmission learning process.
But the strange thing is that from the incident of Chris' death, Victor did not feel that the effect of his study that day had accelerated.
Logically speaking, when he tells people's fortunes in the club, he is imitating a fortune teller, but why is the effect not as good as expected?
Could it be that...
There is a difference between a fortune teller and a fortune teller, and imitating a fortune teller cannot speed up Victor's efficiency.
If that's the case, being blacklisted by the club doesn't really matter.
Now that this road is cut off, Victor must find other ways to play.
He first returned to the mansion and carefully thought about what the identity of "Busuanzi" actually meant.
After careful study, the image of the fortune teller from his previous life emerged in his mind.
Wearing a pair of sunglasses and a gray and black mandarin jacket, he sat behind a square table with slogans like "Unforgettable Prophet" written on it... There might even be a flag erected next to it.
The picture is very funny, but Victor really can't find any other way to imitate the fortune teller.
That night he started preparing props and worked until early in the morning before going to bed.
……
The next day, outside the same divination club, a magical shop appeared across the road.
Although it is said to be a shop, there is actually only one table, and Victor, wearing sunglasses, is sitting behind the square table with a calm expression, waiting for customers to come.
He didn't have a mandarin jacket, and was still wearing his usual black coat.
There were no flags, so he just found a piece of cloth and put it on a wooden pole.
The long table was covered with a sheet, and Victor wrote the words "The Prophet's Divination Shop" on the sheet in Common Language.
Because "Unknown Prophet" is too difficult to translate into common language, he used an expression that conforms to the grammar of Sai country.
He sat like this on the side of the road all morning. During this period, many passers-by looked at him, but no one came up to ask for fortune telling.
"Um...what are you doing?"
A little girl, no more than ten years old, stood nearby and watched Victor for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.
Victor looked at the other party with a smile on his face: "I'm waiting for the guests..."
"Guest?" The little girl tilted her neck, very curious.
"Yes, I am a prophet, I can divination..."
"Divination?"
The little girl opened her mouth as if she was marveling.
Victor thought she was quite interesting, so he wanted to try it on her.
"Want to know your luck today?"
"I don't want to..." the little girl glanced at her mouth, "I'm afraid I'll have bad luck today..."
At this time, Victor suddenly discovered that in the basket held by the little girl's hands, there was a pile of dark charcoal.
"Is this what you want to sell?"
"Yes, but you took my place. I usually sell to passing customers here..."
"I'm really sorry..." Victor was a little embarrassed and kept looking at the basket.
The little girl was very polite. She neither chased Victor away angrily nor cried or made a fuss.
The clothes on her body are all old, and they don't look like custom-made children's clothes. They should be made from adult clothes, but fortunately they are clean and tidy.
In the eyes of the girl, Victor should be a more "superior" person. She seems to have become accustomed to this oppressed fate and has no complaints.
In other words, as the old saying goes, it is a kind of self-comfort that "you can't afford to offend but can afford to hide".
"Are these all going to be sold today?"
"That's right!"
"How much can it be sold for?"
The girl thought for a while and said: "It's only 4 cents after everything is sold out! But you took my place today, so you shouldn't be able to sell so much..."
It only cost 4 cents to sell such a big basket... Victor frowned.
It’s not even enough for an adult’s meal, and it’s just so starving that you won’t die.
"I can buy two and a half pieces of pumpernickel bread and eat it with my mother when I go home..."
While she was talking, her eyes were shining, as if she was talking about something very happy.
The girl doesn't want to know what her luck will be today. It seems that she will be happier if she knows nothing. If the charcoal in the basket is not sold, or less is sold, then they will have less bread today.
Victor stared at her for a long time, put his hands behind his back to calculate, and then said to her: "Unfortunately, I will not give you this good seat in the busy traffic, and you are standing next to me like a little brat.
It will also affect my business, so can you go to the other side of the road? Just under that street lamp, go there to sell your things!"
When the little girl heard this, she was immediately stunned.
She originally thought that this big brother just accidentally took her place and she could just sell things next to him. Unexpectedly, this guy's attitude suddenly became extremely bad. He not only scolded her, but also chased her away. p>
"Go to the other side, you brat!"
Victor stood up and made a fierce look, which scared the girl and ran away holding the basket.
Looking at her running back, Victor sighed and shook his head.
"It's really...this fucking world..."
He just did a fortune-telling for the little girl and learned that the girl's direction of seeking wealth today is on the opposite side, and her fortune is excellent, with great opportunities.
But if you tell her so plainly, it’s obvious that the little girl won’t believe it based on the character she just showed.
She has been oppressed by life since she was a child. She must be accustomed to staying in a familiar position to make a living and will not leave easily, so Victor pretended to be a villain once.
Seeing the child standing under the streetlight with a face full of panic, blowing the cold wind and asking passers-by, Victor returned to his seat.
In less than a minute, the little girl met the first customer who bought charcoal. Her expression suddenly became happy, and she didn't care at all even though her face was red from the cold.
Victor smiled, and just as he looked away, a customer came over for consultation.
"Are you... a fortune teller?"
Victor raised his head and looked at the female customer in front of him: "Well... you can understand it that way."
"But isn't there a divination club over there? It's quite famous around here." The female customer must have played in the club opposite, so she knows it very well.
"My way of divination is different from theirs..." Victor looked at each other with a smile, and the round sunglasses on his face were a bit funny.
"Isn't it different... Well, I encountered a problem, but none of the senior diviners in that club could help me. Will your fortune-telling be useful?"
Facing the customer's doubts, Victor remained calm and composed: "No, no money..."
Hearing this, the female customer kept looking at Victor with suspicious eyes. She suddenly squatted down and replied to Victor: "Okay, I want to give it a try."
"Welcome..."
"Are you using tarot cards or a crystal ball?"
After the other party finished speaking, he found that Victor didn't have any props, which made him feel even more strange.
"No, you just need to ask questions, and I will give you the results soon..."
"That's it..." The female customer hesitated for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "I want to find the relic that my grandmother left for me. It was stolen from my house by a thief last week."
"Well... are you looking for something you lost?" Victor pretended, touching his clean-shaven chin like a magician.
"Yes, that is a bracelet, gold-plated and inlaid with precious stones. It may be worth about 100 faraka." The female customer was still talking nonstop, "But these are not important. It is not a matter of money. As long as it can