The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 669 Ch.668 Gray Fortune Teller

From Burns to Rosalind, from Rosalind to Rosa.

Obviously, that caring lady knows how to 'please' a girl who is in desperate need of a boost.

That ‘pink diamond’.

She gave it to Rose.

In addition, there is a "traditional secret method" that sounds more obscene - a secret method that can make women more attractive.

Rosalind said it needed help, and it couldn't just be a random servant...

It can really be effective if her man helps.

"Look, I almost choked to death at that time, but I still didn't drop a drop to the floor..."

The girl with Roland on her arm begged, adding some 'threats'.

"So," Roland blinked: "You want to choke me again?"

"I mean, it's time for you to help me," Rose said mysteriously, "No need to choke to death, it's so simple."

Roland was a little worried about Rose.

She always comes up with some crazy tricks, but in the end there is no way to prove whether they are effective or not - she can't last long.

"Don't tell me it's crazier than boiling your eyes with water."

"Because it does work! Didn't you notice that my eyes have become a lot brighter?" The girl's eyes widened, she raised her chin and pointed directly at Roland.

The white flame understood and condensed into two burning small beans, overlapping with the eyeballs in sight.

"...it's definitely brighter."

"Right, right? I don't just believe what anyone says randomly. Many people have said it many times, and it has been verified for many years - oh, do you understand after listening to it?"

Rose tugged on his arm impatiently.

"Every day, you have to set aside some time to come out, you know?"

Roland responded. He guessed it was another method similar to 'boiling the eyeballs'. After a few days, she would be too lazy to persist.

"You got on well with that Burns."

"Only you are allowed to have Taylor, and I am not allowed to have Burns?" Rose raised her eyebrows: "She is a good person. Although she has a bad reputation, she is sincere. She is not like those weird people I have seen who have to take long detours to talk all day long. ——”

"She also praised you and said that if there is a chance, she will definitely invite you to be a guest."

Roland was noncommittal: "Let her repay you my gratitude."

Rose was startled.

"...You don't like her that much?"

It’s not about whether he likes her or not. It’s just that compared to someone as ‘extreme’ as Natalie, it’s hard for people like Burns to arouse Roland’s ‘interest’ – he’s becoming more and more bored and bored than anyone else to talk about London with. Transportation, fashionable gloves and gowns, he would rather stay by the fireplace, wrap himself up like a bat, and take a nap side by side with Halida.

"...Just like a cat," Rose muttered: "It ignores people when it's full...What is that?"

She tugged on Roland's arm.

There is a crystal ball on the round table - divination, prophecy, in the eyes of mortals, each of the ritualists who were mysteriously kissed and received the supreme gift should be familiar with these powers.

Not really.

Lightning and fire, curses and latent dreams are no surprise.

Divination and prophecy are different.

Even among high-level ritualists, it is an exceptionally special and rare ability.

——Although the ritualists of the Crown God Path are very 'disdainful' of this kind of power, they believe that people who step on the path of "destiny" are poor people who are "unable to save themselves":

These people know their destiny, but they cannot change their destiny.

He always assumes a lofty attitude, sitting in a tall tower, overlooking all living beings.

But death never looks down upon these people.

Pretentious wretch.

Roland and Rose stood very close and could clearly hear the conversation between the fortune teller and the fortune teller.

Although they kept their voices down as much as possible.

"...So, you can divine that Maggie has a lover, right?"

asked the thin man.

Rose poked Roland, beaming.

‘This is interesting! ’

"Of course, I can see a blurry shadow in the crystal ball - a shadow that does not belong to her husband. Fate reminds me that her love was split in half by this shadow..."

The fortune teller sighed.

"This immoral affair is not a temporary spark, sir. It lasts for a long time, is tough and difficult to break up..."

The lean interrogator became more nervous and his voice trembled: "Please tell me the best time... to expose them and make this shameful affair public... Please give me an answer... I beg you …”

The fortune teller shook his head and said he was powerless.

"Divination is just another way of using power, sir. We reveal a corner of destiny in advance, but it is difficult to glimpse its full picture - you should know that even if you change one character, the meaning of the word will be completely different..."

"It's a pity that I can't give you more."

The interrogator opened his mouth and became more excited than the previous second: "...But, really, there is really no way, no way to find evidence of their affair? Even the lover cannot be accurately 'predicted' - don't you Do you want to tell me this? Isn’t this what you are good at?”

The diviner repeated the same words.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

"It's a pity."

Frustrating answer.

The inquirer sat in his seat, stared at the crystal ball for a while, and said nothing for a long time.

A few minutes later, Momo took out a ticket with black characters on a white background from his wallet and placed it on the black velvet cloth.

"…grateful."

He didn't seem particularly disappointed, but rather relieved.

"...Thank you very much."

He muttered again and loosened his button-down tie.

The fortune teller glanced at the banknotes and asked with a smile: "I guess your role is not 'husband', right?"

The interrogator was stunned for a moment, stood up, and bowed politely, as if all the 'tension' just now was like the morning mist blown away by the wind without leaving a trace:

"Of course not."

He said.

Then he turned and walked away quickly.

Rose:...

Roland:...

"Why do some people always use their wisdom in the right place?" Green eyes stared at the man's brisk back, and a small flame spurted from his mouth: "I almost felt sorry for him!"

Roland suppressed his smile and pulled Rose to the fortune-telling table - the crystal ball was nothing special, not a rare item.

What was special was this 'fortune teller'.

A head of light gray like a galaxy, tied in a loose low ponytail.

The cold and steep outline of the cliff, coupled with a pair of misty gray eyes similar to the hair color.

The ritualist of the "Destiny" Road...?

But he did not detect any trace of "secret".

"Good day, Fire of Punishment."

The man only gently brushed Rose's face, his eyes stayed on Roland's face, and never left.

He seemed to know his identity. Before he spoke, the cold and hard lines melted instantly, as if the murderer holding a bloody knife suddenly sang a pretentious opera.

This weird distortion was enough to make people impressed.

"Good day, Mr. Fortune Teller. It seems that we should know each other?"

"We already know each other."

His tone was completely different from before, becoming slow and powerful.

Roland noticed that each finger of one of his hands was wearing a rough silver ring, and when the fingers were interlaced and knocked, a "da, da, da" sound was made.

The collar of the black dress was embroidered with several silver multi-pointed stars, and a black crow-handled cane was leaning against the table.

He was like a pure white nail on a wall covered with black ink.

The man with gray hair and gray eyes stared at Roland quietly, his gaze was enough to make wrinkles in the red wine in the goblet.