Thinking that the events of this day would not be remembered anyway, Jenkins imitated the woman's action just now, releasing the purple pentagram emblem and superimposing it on the carpet.
Miss Audrey had obvious surprise on her face, but she didn't ask any questions. She just reminded: "Not everyone has the talent to learn divination. But the soul emblem is the color of destiny, so they must have this talent. Church of the Sages I have been notified that in the next six months, I will teach you astrology courses, then we can discuss related matters again."
The two purple emblems were finally fixed on the surface of the carpet where the two were kneeling. As the spirit in the body slowly flowed, the complex patterns drawn with ritual chalk on the ground also began to show purple light.
A gust of wind suddenly blew in the room, and the cards in front of them flew up with a clatter, and then coincidentally and evenly fell on the patterns that were shining with purple light around the two of them.
Miss Audrey nodded, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and then the Vientiane Impermanence card [Arsonist] that she had seen last time appeared in the middle of the two.
"This is at the heart of divination rituals, serving as beacons to keep us from getting lost in the torrents of fate."
"Then do I need to..."
"This card is enough. We are doing card divination this time, and the risk is relatively small. But if we can use crystal balls or even more dangerous dreams in the future, then more beacons must be set."
She seemed to change the scheduled astrology course into a divination teaching, but Jenkins did not object.
Keep silent according to Miss Audrey's order, and the wind that blew away the cards just now subsided. The elegant woman on the opposite side closed her eyes, and a strange ethereal aura emerged from her body.
The last time Miss Audrey watched her divination, she also had the same feeling.
The wind that had calmed down began to frenzy again, but this time only three cards were blown up.
While they were still riding the wind, with a whoosh, all the cards burned. In the end, all that fell in front of the two was a pile of ashes, and even the Impermanence card between the two trembled violently.
"Is this... normal?"
"No."
The woman opened her eyes, "But at least it shows that everything you said is true."
After confirming this, Jenkins was relieved a lot. He asked Miss Audrey to perform another divination to confirm what Mr. Pisco said was the "disaster that destroyed 1/3 of the continent".
But Miss Audrey said that she could do nothing, she made it very clear:
"Divination is not omnipotent. What we can see are only some ambiguous appearances. Like this kind of thing that involves so many things, no matter how clever a fortuneteller can be sure, he can see the truth behind the fog. But you want I know, I can do divination, but the final result may lead to a worse ending."
Jenkins can only give up, and there is no shortcut.
Since Mr. Pisco said that everything will happen around Jenkins, the events that may lead to the so-called catastrophe should also be around him or his friends.
Miss Audrey hasn't encountered any strange and troublesome things recently, but she suggested that Jenkins go to Miss Miller to have a look. She was entrusted by someone to search for some rather personal photos, but she didn't know if there were any results.
Thanks again to Ms. Audrey for her help. After asking about the address, Jenkins borrowed an umbrella and set off again against the snow.
Ms. Miller has no fixed residence in Nolan City. She has recently rented an apartment that also serves as her office as a detective.
Unfortunately, when Jenkins knocked on the door of the apartment downstairs and explained to the landlady his intentions, he learned that Miss Miller had left the house at six o'clock this morning.
"Where did she go?"
He asked very hopelessly, ready to leave.
The landlady looked suspiciously at the young man who shrank his head because of the cold, perhaps bewildered by his young and handsome appearance, and replied slowly:
"Miss Miller is planning to go on a long trip recently. She is going out today to prepare winter clothes. She is going to the colder Hampawa Kingdom. Probably to Mrs. Baxter's clothing store, where she almost only buys clothes."
Mrs. Baxter's clothing store is not a well-known store in the business district. On the contrary, it is located at an inconspicuous corner of a street near the outskirts of the city.
This intersection is a very rare five-fork intersection, two of which lead to the urban area, and three of which can go directly out of the city. Due to the unreasonable design of the intersection, the clothing store protrudes like a corner, but it is also more convenient for pedestrians to find it.
On snowy winter days, pedestrians are even more reluctant to stay outside. The floor belonging to the clothing store is covered with red floor tiles, and a few dessert shop-like round tables are specially placed at the door for people to rest, but now it is also covered with snow.
Jenkins hurriedly got off the carriage, took out some money from his pocket and gave it to the driver, then held up his black umbrella and walked towards the store.
Chocolate restlessly squeezed the furry head out of the collar, and didn't know how it got out of such a narrow exit.
Opening the store door, the warm air made the man breathe a sigh of relief. He looked around, but he didn't see the short lady he was familiar with. There were only two young female employees sorting the goods in the store. a measuring tape. The blond hair is specially made into a curly style, and a cross-shaped earring is pinned to the left ear.
"Hello, welcome."
The middle-aged woman told the employees not to put down their work and greeted them by herself. Jenkins is very familiar with that formulaic smile.
She looked at the cat's head on Jenkins' neck with interest, and then began to look at Jenkins' outfit again.
"Feel sorry."
Embarrassed, Jenkins interrupted her: "Well... I'm not here to buy clothes. I'm here to see my friend, Alexia Miller, and her landlord said she came this morning here you are."
"Miss Miller? Yes, she is in the fitting room now, please sit here and wait for a while."
Even though Jenkins was not a customer, the shopkeeper still thoughtfully prepared black tea and snacks for him, which made the man even more restless. He pretended to be very interested in looking at the store, planning to buy some cheap and useful things so that he could stay here with a more reasonable reason.
"Hats should be cheap..."