Shade frowned slightly, while Mr. Bernhardt was stunned:
"Wilson, do you know what you are talking about?"
"I saw it all. Yes, I saw it all. The wise will lead to destruction. No one can stop it. This is inevitable! Oh! Oh!"
He groaned several times and tried to stand up, but fell back into the chair. The breathing that came out of his lungs was very strange, and he seemed to have lost all his strength.
Fortunately, Mr. Bernhardt cast the silencing spell in advance, otherwise everyone on the entire floor would know that a madman lives here.
"Shad, what do you think?"
Seeing that Mr. Wilson became uncommunicative again, Mr. Bernhardt turned to Shad.
Xia De remained silent for a long time before he said:
"Why not let this gentleman tell the church about this matter."
“No, I don’t want to go to church!”
The middle-aged man with messy yellow hair suddenly shouted loudly, and Mr. Bernhardt told Shade helplessly:
"He made some minor mistakes when he was young and was hunted by the church, so he fled here to seek shelter from his fellow tribesmen. Although his criminal record has been cleared now, it is impossible for him to go to the church."
Seeing Xia De's strange expression, Mr. Bernhardt waved his hands hurriedly:
"He didn't suck the blood of a living person. We don't accept that kind of people. Most of those people are in the New World, mixed with the Blood Spirit School. He was young and ignorant. He relied on his ability to tell fortunes and ran to the door of the Church of Nature at night to throw dead chickens and ducks to provoke him. As a result, he was seen on the spot by a team of ring sorcerers who returned from a mission in the church."
"Then go find the Prophet Association. The Prophet Association should be happy to help a fortune teller who has been severely mentally injured because his divinations are too precise."
Mr. Bernhardt nodded:
"That's a good idea. I'll contact someone to send him over right away. In addition to my friendship with Nobel from the Peace Church, I also know a lot of people from the Prophet Association when I played Rhodes cards."
"That's good."
Shade stood up and planned to leave with Mr. Bernhardt:
"Speaking of which, do you want to go somewhere else for a while? Just head in a direction away from the Everglades."
Shade asked again, and the middle-aged vampire seed lord who was trying to help Mr. Wilson up sighed:
"I'd better stay. After all, this is my home. And if something big happens, I might be able to help... My fellow tribesmen here trust me so much. How can I leave immediately?"
They had originally planned to go to the White King Club for lunch together, but after what happened, both Shad and Mr. Bernhardt lost their appetite.
The vampire seed lord temporarily took Mr. Wilson to a safe place to live, and then tried to contact the Prophet Association. Shade went to the Snake Heart Hospital to tell Sister Defulin about the "prophecy" he had learned. After having lunch with the nun, he returned to Tobesk City and told Luvia the news.
When Shade left Huntington, snowflakes were already falling from the sky. If the prediction of the vampire Mr. Wilson was correct, then the snow would probably last for a long time.
The new prophecy did not surprise Luvia too much, and she did not comment on the "purple-eyed fortune-teller" in the prophecy:
"Tomorrow, Prisha's steam-powered airship will land in Huntington. You can go and take a look. Before Iluna left, she informed the church that Lakins Prisha was suspected of being an arsonist and murderer. I'm very curious whether the church can catch him."
In the room on the second floor of the Prophet's Association, Luvia stood at the window and looked at the city and said to Shade. The Prophet's Association was wealthy, and the heating in winter was better than most places in the city, even warmer than Shade's home.
"Tomorrow is Saturday... Sunday morning's time key. It looks like I'll have to stay for a while."
Shad nodded.
"That's good. At least I can have a chance to rest."
Luvia turned around and said, she was even more confused and uneasy than Shade, she was like this every time:
"I am very afraid that the scene in my dream will appear... I have also dreamed about the prophecy you mentioned today, but it was very vague. Heavy snow, a lighthouse on the island in the middle of the lake, a man with wings behind him, and huge tentacles extending from the green turbid lake water..."
Xia De stroked the soft cat, and the cat squinted its eyes and let Xia De stroke it:
"It hasn't happened yet, why worry so much? 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 the 'God Summoner' who stopped everything in Coldwater Harbor is suspected to be a descendant of a fishman or mermaid who walked out of the sea."
Shade said with a smile, standing up and looking at Luvia:
"Would you like to stay at my place tonight?"
"The association is currently conducting end-of-year technical training for fortune tellers."
Luvia shook her head.
"Well, I'll come back to you if I have any new information. I need to rest now. Maybe tomorrow, after the two witches land, we will immediately set off to the depths of the Great Swamp."
Luvia pursed her lips and watched Shade turn around and push the door to leave, but she didn't call him in the end. Shade left the divination room on the second floor holding the sleepy cat, leaving Luvia Annat standing by the window watching his back, and she closed her eyes for a long time and sighed deeply.
After bidding farewell to Luvia, Shade did not go home immediately, but found Vice President Mark. The latter had understood that Shade often looked for him because of the Rhodes card, so he took him to his office, prepared hot tea for Shade, and prepared a large glass of gin for himself, and then carefully said tentatively:
"You didn't get another Genesis set, did you? Oh, God, you got Genesis Knowledge only a few days ago."
"No no, this time it's for an old, worn-out card."
Shade handed the half card of Natural Disaster Blizzard that he got from the demonologist to Vice President Mark, who carefully looked at the blurred surface of the card. After apologizing to Shade, he asked someone to bring the "Rhodes Card Collection" issued internally by the association for comparison.
The book was twice as thick as a standard red brick.
Vice President Mark sighed softly:
"It turned out to be the Natural Disaster Blizzard from the Natural Disaster series. I only saw this card when I was young and in the hands of my former teacher. Seriously, it has become like this. Its original owner really didn't know how to take good care of the cards."
"Can I get a new one?"
Xia De asked, but said embarrassedly:
"But I can't produce any supporting documents, nor can I provide any records of previous owners of this card."
"It's okay. You are the champion of the Big City Players 1853 and a 'Legendary Player' recognized by the association. You don't need these documents. We believe in your credibility. However, the cost of the repair cannot be waived."
Vice President Mark carefully put down the half card and took off his gloves:
"The exact amount will have to be estimated by an appraiser, but I've come across similar situations and I estimate you'll have to shell out around £20 to £40."
In addition to the cost, this fee also needs to consider the specific value of the cards. Generally speaking, the older the cards, the more expensive they are, which is jokingly called the "Rhodes card tax" by some players.
"no problem."
Shade nodded and smiled.
An old playing card is worth paying even three figures in gold pounds. After all, this is one of the few hobbies he has in this world besides raising cats.
The winter battle in the Pantanal Swamp was about to break out. Shad knew it was inevitable, but he found himself not nervous. On this Friday night, Shad, who was alone at home, was reading and studying in the study according to the original plan, and thought that he could ask Dorothy to copy an ancient story of "Water of Wisdom" tomorrow night as a possible material for the new magic.
At eleven o'clock that night, when Xia De finished washing up and went to bed to rest, he found the cat squatting on the floor and looking at the wall in the empty room 2 as usual.
When Xia De got into the warm quilt in his pajamas and saw Mia lying on her butt next to the pillow, another inspiration came to him:
"Speaking of which, since we couldn't find the Moonlight Orb during the day, will there be any clues at night?"
"Meow?"
Xia De lifted the quilt and walked to Room 2 on the second floor in slippers. Mia followed him. When she walked to Room 2 with cat steps, Xia De was staring at the wall facing the window in a daze:
"Um... ... "
He turned around and opened the curtains, and was somewhat surprised to find that it was snowing outside again:
"There's still some moonlight... Tobysk has more rainfall in winter than in summer."
After confirming that the extremely thin moonlight was shining on the wall, Shad, under Mia's gaze, once again melted the wall of his house with the witch's light. The location was still where the mischievous boy had left the ink, but still found nothing.
"That's strange."
Shade muttered to himself, then looked down at his cat. He stretched out his hands to Mia, and the cat consciously jumped up and let Shade hold it:
"Don't you like grabbing this wall? Can you feel something?"
He asked Mia softly, and then felt that he was really stupid for doing this. But in the autumn, the cat was keenly aware of the abnormality on the third floor, so Shade thought that the cat might be lucky and could play a role.
He pinched Mia's waist, and like a cat that had grown longer, he immediately stretched out his claws and scratched the wall in front of him, at the exact place where Shade had melted just now.
"In mysticism, cats are associated with the sun and the moon. Ancient cat worship and sun and moon worship are usually inseparable. This cat definitely sensed something."