After being exposed to too much weirdness, this kind of nightmare phenomenon will indeed occur, so those rituals or medicines that can remove mental pollution are needed. Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well at night, when I opened my eyes against the first ray of sunlight, my temples throbbed with pain. The morning light enters the room through the smog that covers the city, making the cup placed by the bed reflect a dazzling golden light. The decoration style of the whole room is full of religious meaning, Jenkins comforted the cat that was woken up by him, and then prayed softly.
In order not to be left in the church to continue to observe, Jenkins pretended to be okay, and left after breakfast.
Considering Jenkins' recent hardships, Dad decided to give him a day off. Jenkins went home to take a shower with the chocolate in his arms, and then decided to go to Miss Audrey.
This is a disciple of the [Sage of Destiny] who is proficient in divination, and she may be able to give Jenkins some guidance.
The air quality is still so bad today that even the coachman had to cover his mouth.
Miss Audrey lived in a villa with an exaggerated garden on the outskirts of the city. The iron fence outside the villa separated the wide road that could accommodate five carriages from the private land inside.
Away from the center of the city, in addition to the advantage of low housing prices, the quiet environment is also very suitable for single ladies who pursue quality of life.
Get off at the corner, hand the driver three silver coins and six bills—this already includes the tip, and walk toward the house with the chocolate in his arms. The environment here is really good, every household has a beautiful garden, and flowers protrude from the cracks in the fence, but it is a bit deserted.
There was a small bell on the cream-painted gate. Jenkins put down his cat, straightened his collar, stroked his chin, and rang the bell to make sure that his clothes hadn't wrinkled from his sitting position.
Soon, two young women dressed as maids came out from the house at the end of the garden along the path. He didn't ask anything, and first said "Hello, Mr. Williams" politely, and then led him in.
Miss Audrey, dressed at home, sat in the living room to greet Jenkins. The house was at least twice the size of the Jenkins' home, and even the living room seemed extraordinarily spacious.
A bronze-colored incense burner is placed on the wooden coffee table, and faint clouds and mist are sprayed from the pointed mouth painted with patterns on the side. The whole room seemed drenched, but Miss Audrey seemed to enjoy the environment.
Next to the incense burner, there were a few stacked cards in a mess. Jenkins was not interested in card games, but he could barely tell that it was a very popular one on the market.
His eyebrows were raised, and he happened to see a brass-colored nut in the upper right corner of the stack of cards, the one that officially identified the infected person.
"excuse me."
Only then did Jenkins realize that this was the first time in his life that he had voluntarily visited a woman's residence. I also wanted to start the conversation with the topic of the weather, but somehow felt stupid to do so. So she sat down with the chocolate in her arms, watched the maid prepare tea and snacks, and then nodded with a smile.
"Mr. Williams came by coincidence. I was not at home a few days ago, and I just came back this morning."
The woman gracefully picked up the black tea, and at the same time motioned Jenkins to have a taste.
Very sweet, with a hint of bitterness. He is not good at drinking this kind of thing, but it should be very expensive, probably the kind where a few tea leaves are worth 1% of chocolate.
The cat rolled on Jenkins' legs in dissatisfaction, probably because it was not satisfied that Jenkins restricted its freedom.
"Why, didn't you predict that I would come to visit today, so you waited at home?"
"of course not."
The woman helped the pair of gold-rimmed glasses that were more decorative than practical: "Divination is not omnipotent, and fortune tellers can't do it at any time. We hope to spy on fate, but we also respect fate."
It's this kind of chattering again, probably a profession that can spy on fate has a habit of talking like this.
Before Jenkins could ask anything, Miss Audrey actually asked first:
"Mr. Williams, I heard that you were also there on the night when God's grace came into the world. Can you tell me what happened?"
"Of course, we met a descendant of the Asyashi family. He tried to summon a powerful existence here, and then I passed out."
As he spoke, he nodded, not shy at all for his words.
The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, "Are all writers so humorous? I heard that Mr. Williams contributed the most to this matter. Not only was he the first to discover him, but he also took the initiative to lure him to a secluded place. place, that's what made it possible to close this matter."
"Actually, I ran into him by accident and was almost killed."
Jenkins did not object, but still felt that this incident was not luck but bad luck.
"I heard that the man in black robe appeared again?"
The woman continued the topic.
"No, he's just a reason, an external reason. Yes, although it's not a secret, please don't tell it... That square almost became the place where alien species descended from the outside world, and no one dares to do divination there now."
"The man named Beryl mentioned the twin demons?"
"I guess so, I was already passed out by then."
He scratched his hair in embarrassment, and secretly admired his superb acting skills, which did not regress in the slightest.
"Is that so?"
Miss Audrey had some regrets on her face, then she stretched out her hand, gathered the cards on the table, and said softly: "That's really a pity, what is the purpose of Mr. Williams' visit?"
Jenkins blinked, deciding to start with simple questions. He would not easily reveal his secrets, and he came here only to get answers to some things that were inconvenient to ask his father.
"Do you know Protoss?"
"Of course, astrology is also a means of divination."
"Do you know the name Lacourt?"
He leaned forward slightly, making a serious questioning expression.
Miss Audrey nodded, "This is the name of the protoss. Of course, it is not the real name. This special creature in the astral world is a high-ranking existence next to the gods. They can incarnate as humans and come to our world. They may be all around us. But often they are just observations and learnings, not changes in the course of the world.
The protoss have their own unique abilities, and the spells they create are usually named after themselves. Could it be that… "
Jenkins pretended to be surprised, and nodded, "Yes, I was watching the stars last night, and I accidentally got an ability with the prefix [Lacourt]. So that's it..."