Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Merlin gasped.

This guy is so terrifying that he can survive the severe snowy weather in the cold winter in Winter County without wearing any autumn clothes!

A ruthless person, an absolutely ruthless person!

The ruthless man suddenly turned his head, glared at the two people squatting at the edge of the square, and walked straight towards Merlin and Chang Tou Tu.

The two men were recognizable as street performers from their attire. They were squatting next to the flower bed in the square, like two vagrants, staring at the ruthless man approaching with a bit of fear and awe.

Ignoring the two people's strange looks, the ruthless man unfolded the folding stool next to the fortune teller and sat down on it.

"Are you a fortune teller?"

This ruthless man had a typical Loen look. He was not tall, middle-aged, with thinning hair on top and graying temples. He looked tired, haggard, with sunken eye sockets, and his cloudy eyes revealed a sense of vicissitudes and fatigue. Although he was dressed like an ordinary employee in a professional suit, he gave off a faint sense of oppression in front of the two men.

In the eyes of traditional Loen people, the profession of street performer is almost equivalent to having no profession at all, and is no different from a street thug.

In this strange atmosphere, the middle-aged old man reached out and took up the sign on Chang Tou Tu's neck and examined it carefully. On the front was his name and his performance menu, and on the back was his business license.

"Chang Tou Tu... is good at divination, astrolabes, destiny guidance... storytelling...?"

"Oh, it's just a traditional Western Continent circus, a Western Continent version of a bard telling everyone some short stories in the Western Continent's accent. Do you want me to tell you a story? It's free, of course it's free! Hahaha..."

As a "disaster priest" on the "monster" path, some kind of warning from fate made Chang Tou Tu break out in a cold sweat.

This ruthless man came before him, bringing with him a surging undercurrent of fate. It felt as if a giant beast of fate walked past him in the dark forest and sniffed at Chang Tou Tu who was pretending to be dead.

This guy has gotten into some serious trouble!

He tried hard to collect his thoughts, forced himself not to look at the giant beast in the river of fate, and continued to talk with a dry laugh, trying to maintain business.

"Oh, what a Western Continent style trick. With your pure native accent, I guess you haven't been to the Western Continent for a few days!"

The middle-aged man sneered.

"Yes, yes, you are right, it's all a gimmick, it's all a gimmick, they just come out to make a living, haha..."

"Stop pretending, you are just an information dealer!"

Chang Toutu's face froze when he was exposed. He just gave up and raised a purse to the middle-aged man.

—Wait, a money bag?!

Klein suddenly realized something and when he looked again, he saw that the charlatan was still holding the same small terminal, which was the cyber begging bowl that had given Klein money before.

"My fortune-telling and story-telling are serious business. Do you want to... give it a try?"

As he said this, he winked at Merlin who was squatting next to him.

"Ah, I still have to find a place to stay. You guys chat, I'm leaving first, I'll see you again if we're lucky, big brother."

After saying that, Merlin patted his butt and left.

It can even be linked to information dealers. It is not suitable for irrelevant people to listen in at this time. If they hear something they shouldn't hear, they will be in big trouble.

Merlin didn't want to get involved in such a mess, so he left tactfully. However, Klein's secret puppet insect crawled over and continued to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Seeing that there was no one around, the middle-aged man took out a photo.

"This girl, do you know where she is?"

The girl in the photo looked only about sixteen years old, and looked 80% like the middle-aged man. She smiled very sweetly and made a big "yeah" sign when taking a selfie.

On the back of the photo that Chang Tou Tu could not see, there was a string of elegant handwriting.

[Dedicated to my beloved father, Angel Brown: Happy birthday! ]

There was a reassuring sound of coins being exchanged, and the commission was credited. Chang Tou Tu became more serious, and took out a bunch of small signs in five or six colors from his pocket. They were made of wood, plastic, steel, and other materials. He stuffed them into the big tortoise shell, and the shaking sound immediately became heavier.

After five crisp ding-dong sounds, nothing could fall out of the turtle shell anymore.

The result was three pieces of wood wrapped in cloth, two of which were yellow and one was green, as well as a thin piece of iron that looked like it had been broken off a fruit knife, and a piece of transparent plastic.

"This girl was kidnapped by some people. The clothes of these people were two-thirds yellow and one-third green. The girl's life was threatened. She didn't know where these people came from or where they were going to take her."

Chang Tou Tu glanced at Ingres's expression and it seemed that he was right.

The turtle shell made another sound, and three pieces of bare wood fell out, a piece of broken pottery, a piece of plastic filled with clear flowing liquid, and a piece of wood wrapped in cloth and stained with blood.

"Right now, she is in a place with lush trees, fertile soil, and water flowing around. It could be a forest with abundant streams, or a rainforest island in the Sonia Sea. There are many possible locations, but she is most likely imprisoned in some underground space, under the soil... But no matter what, her life condition is very worrying."

Under the ink, Chang Tou Tu saw that Angel clenched his fists.

The third time, three yellow wood chips and three black wood chips fell out of the turtle shell.

"The advice given by fate is... to find the Lost God Church. Maybe you will gain something."

"……church?"

Angel frowned visibly. In this era, almost all residents are religious, but in fact, most people's impression of the church is still stuck in the superstitious impression. Apart from the occasional arrest of illegal cults, it seems that they are just a cultural institution responsible for ritual education and providing spiritual support to the public. They have no violent functions. No matter how you look at it, the task of rescuing missing people will not fall on them.

He may believe that divination and seances are real, but he may lack imagination about the power of further mysticism.

On the other hand, Angel from Winter County is also a believer of the Goddess of Night and is somewhat resistant to the practice of placing hope on other churches.

Chang Tou Tu caught this little thought. Considering the generosity of the reward, he shook the tortoise shell again, and only a pair of sunglasses fragments fell off, which were of a similar style to the one on his face.

"Hiss... Fate's suggestion is... to let me play freely?"

Chang Tou Tu pondered it for a while, felt it over and over again, and finally spoke cautiously.

"Since you don't want to ask the church for help, you can find some help from the gray area. Have you heard of... the [Death List]?"

Whether it is distrust of extraordinary forces or distrust of official personnel, the term "hired killers" can bypass these mental knots.

"This is a dark web assassin website. Here you can issue various murder commissions and invite some killers to participate in your commissions. Of course, if you are willing, you can also accept other people's commissions to earn a commission for murder..."

Chang Tou Tu did not give any suggestions. He just gave the website. As for how to use it, whether to investigate the website or to hire someone to kill someone on the website, the fortune teller did not say anything.

The terminal connected to the website and returned to Angel's hands, and Chang Tou Tu felt relieved. The beast of doom circled around him twice in the dark Forest of Destiny, and finally left him completely after the terminal was delivered.

Oh my god, luckily this huge basket just passed by me.

As expected, Ingres stopped talking and just quietly browsed the [Death List] website.

...Fazi Aris, a reward of 1,000 Ruen pounds...

...Rowan Lux, bounty of 400 Rune pounds...

... Field Moretti, reward of 5,000 Ruen pounds...

...German Sparrow, reward of 3,000 Rune pounds...

...Dustin Lafitte Josh Vandyk Wangari Medina, reward of £4,821 15p...

Oh, it's a big goose.

Looks pretty fierce.

"Thank you, and thank you for your trouble. If I need you again later, I will come back to you."

Angel got up and left.

"I'm going to work now. Bye."

"Oh my, what are you talking about? Isn't this what I should do? I have been setting up a stall here. Please take care of my business and come back often!"

Chang Tou Tu smiled as he saw the guest off and watched the middle-aged man leave. He waited until he was sure that the man had completely disappeared from his sight before he immediately packed up his belongings and ran away.

Shit, so unlucky!

I will never come back to this damn place again!