Whispering Poems

Chapter 1087

Shad frowned slightly, while Mr. Bernhardt was dumbfounded:

"Wilson, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I have seen it all, yes, I have seen it all. The wise man will lead the destruction, and no one can stop it, this is destined! Oh! Oh!"

He groaned several times in a row, tried to stand up, but fell back to the chair again.The sound of the breath being squeezed out of his lungs was extremely weird, and he himself seemed to have lost all his strength.

Fortunately, Mr. Bernhardt cast the silence spell ahead of time, otherwise the entire floor would know that there is a lunatic living here.

"Shad, what do you think?"

Seeing that Mr. Wilson became unable to communicate again, Mr. Bernhardt asked Shad.

Xia De remained silent for a long time before he said:
"How about, 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 yellow messy hair suddenly shouted loudly, and Mr. Bernhardt told Shad helplessly:

"He made some small mistakes when he was young, and he was hunted down by the church before he fled here to find refuge with his fellow clansmen. Although the criminal record has disappeared now, it is impossible to go to the church."

Seeing Xia De's strange expression, Mr. Bernhardt hurriedly waved his hands again:

"It's not sucking the blood of living people. We don't accept that kind of people. Most of those people are in the New World, mixed with [Blood Spirit School]. He was ignorant when he was young, and he ran to the Natural Church at night because he knew how to divination. They threw dead chickens and ducks at the door to provoke, but they were seen on the spot by the ring warlock team who came back from the mission in the church."

"Then go to the Prophet's Association. The Prophet's Association should be happy to help such a fortuneteller who is seriously injured because of too accurate divination."

Mr. Bernhardt nodded:
"That's a good idea. I'll contact him immediately and send him there. In addition to my friendship with Nobel of the Peace Church, I also know a lot of people from the Prophet Association when I play Rhodes."

"That's good."

Shad stood up, planning to leave with Mr. Bernhardt:

"Speaking of which, do you want to go to another place to avoid it? Just go in a direction away from the Great Swamp."

Xia De asked again, and the middle-aged Vampire Seed Lord, who was trying to help Mr. Wilson up, sighed:

"Let's stay here, after all, this is also my home. And if something big happens, I might be able to help. The people of the same race here trust me so much, how could I leave immediately?"

Originally, they planned to go to the White King Club for lunch together, but after this happened, Shad and Mr. Bernhardt also lost their appetite.

Lord Vampire Seed temporarily took Mr. Wilson to a safe place to live, and then tried to contact the Prophet Association.Xia De went to the Snake Heart Hospital to tell Sister Divelin the "prophecy" he had learned, and after having lunch with the nun, he returned to Tobesk City and told Luvia the news.

And when Shad left Huntington, there were already snowflakes in the sky.If the vampire Mr. Wilson's divination is correct, then this snow will probably last for a long time.

The new prophecy did not surprise Luvia too much, and Luvia did not express her opinion on the "Purple-eyed Seer" in the prophecy:

"Tomorrow, the steam airship of Priscia and his party will land in Huntington, and you can go and have a look at that time. Before Iluna left, she had already informed that Rakins Priscia was suspected of being an arsonist. After leaving the church, I'm curious if the church can catch him."

In the room on the second floor of the Prophet Association, Luvia, who stood at the window and looked at the city, said to Shad.The Prophet Association is rich and powerful, and the heating in winter is better than most places in the city, and it is even warmer than Shade's house.

"Tomorrow is the time key on Saturday and Sunday morning, and it looks like it will be necessary to stay for a while."

Shad nodded.

"Alright, at least there is still a chance to rest."

Luvia turned around and said that she was more hesitant and restless than Xia De, every time she was like this:

"I am very afraid that the scene in my dream will appear. The prophecy you mentioned today, I have also dreamed about it, but it is 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, from the turbid green Huge tentacles sticking out of the lake"

Xia De stroked the soft cat, the cat squinted its eyes and let Xia De caress:

"Things haven't happened yet, why are you so worried? And you said it yourself, the difficulty of prophecy and divination is not to see the future and destiny, but to successfully interpret them. The church still believes that everything was stopped in Coldwater Harbor' Godcaller', it seems to be a descendant of murlocs or mermaids who came out of the sea."

Xia De said with a smile, stood up and looked at Luvia:
"Would you like to spend the night with me tonight?"

"Recently, the association is doing year-end technical training for fortune-tellers."

Luvia shook her head.

"Well, I'll come to you again if there is a new situation. Now I need to rest, maybe tomorrow after the two witches landed, we will immediately set off to the depths of the Great Swamp."

Luvia pursed her lips, watching Xia De turn and push the door to leave, but she didn't call him to stop in the end.Xia De left the divination room on the second floor with the drowsy cat in his arms, leaving Luvia Anat alone by the window watching his back. It took a long time before she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

After bidding farewell to Luvia, Xia De did not go home immediately, but found Vice President Mark.The latter already understood that most of the time Xia De looked for him because of Rhodes, so he took him to his office, prepared hot tea for Xia De, and prepared a large glass of gin for himself Afterwards, he tentatively said cautiously:

"You won't get another [Founding] series, right? Oh, God, it was only a few days ago that you got [Founding·Knowledge]."

"No, no, this time it's for a broken old card."

Xia De handed half of the [Natural Disaster·Blizzard] obtained from the Demon Scholar to Vice President Mark. The latter carefully looked at the fuzzy face of the card, apologized to Xia De, and asked someone to bring it to him. The "Rhodes Cards Encyclopedia" issued by the association was used for comparison.

The book was twice as thick as a standard red brick.

Vice President Mark sighed softly:
"It turned out to be [Natural Disasters Blizzard] from the Natural Disasters 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 really Don't know how to cherish cards."

"Can I get a new one?"

Xia De asked, but said embarrassingly:

"However, I can't produce any supporting documents, nor can I give a record of the past holders of this card."

"It doesn't matter, you are the champion of Dacheng Player 1853, and you are a 'legendary player' recognized by the association. You don't need these documents. We trust your reputation. However, the cost of restoration cannot be waived."

Vice President Mark put down the half of the cards carefully, and then took off his gloves:
"The exact amount needs to be estimated by the appraiser, but I have encountered a similar situation. It is estimated that you will have to spend about 20 to 40 pounds."

In addition to the cost, such charges also need to consider the specific value of the cards.Generally speaking, the older the card, the more expensive it is, which is dubbed the "Rods card tax" by some players.

"no problem."

Shad nodded and smiled.

Even a three-digit gold pound is worth paying for an old card. After all, this is one of the few hobbies he has in this world besides raising cats.

The Winter War in the Pantanal was about to break out, and Shad knew it was inevitable, but he found himself not nervous.On this Friday night, Xia De, who lived alone at home, read and studied in the study according to the original plan, and thought that tomorrow night, Dorothy could copy an ancient story of "Water of Wisdom" as a possible gift. A new thaumaturgy casting material.

And when Xia De washed up and went to bed at eleven o'clock that night, he found the cat squatting on the floor and looking at the wall in the empty No. [-] room as usual.

And when Xia De got into the warm quilt in his pajamas and saw Miya's butt lying crookedly next to the pillow, another inspiration came to him:

"Speaking of which, since the [Source of Chaos] was not found during the day, will there be any clues at night?"

"Meow?"

Xia De lifted the quilt, stepped on his slippers and walked to the No. [-] room on the second floor.Miya naturally wanted to keep up.When it came to Room [-] on catwalks, Xia De was staring at the wall facing the window in a daze:

"Um"

He turned around and opened the curtains, and was surprised to find that it was snowing outside again:
"There is also some moonlight Tobesk's winter precipitation, but it is more than summer."

After confirming that the extremely thin moonlight was shining on the wall, under Mia's gaze, Xia De melted the wall of his house again with the witch's light. The position was still the place where [Prank Boy] had left ink marks, but there was still nothing turn up.

"It's strange."

Xia De muttered to himself, then looked down at his cat.He stretched out his hands towards Mia, and the cat jumped up consciously, letting Shad hug it:
"Don't you like scratching this wall? Can you feel something?"

He asked Mia softly, and felt stupid for doing so.But in autumn, the cat had keenly sensed the anomaly on the third floor, so Xia De thought that the cat might be lucky and be able to play some role.

He pinched Miya's waist, like a cat that had become elongated, and immediately stretched out his claws to scratch the wall in front of him, where Shade melted just now.

"In occultism, cats are associated with the sun and the moon. Ancient feline worship and sun and moon worship are usually inseparable. This cat definitely feels something."

(End of this chapter)