"Do you know anything else? Your rebellion against your ancestors is definitely not a new idea. What preparations did you make before the Godcaller clearly intervened in this matter?"
Shad continued to ask, after all, the "God Caller" appeared last summer, and according to Maria Edwards's fragmentary words, Nadia Foran had this idea more than ten years ago.
"I won't tell you my cards."
"So what do you have in mind? In your opinion, what is the most threatening thing about your ancestor? Weapons? Relics? Helpers? Or a power that I don't understand?"
"Eyes that see through fate."
Nadia Foran answered with certainty:
"The ancestor has always predicted the fate of all family members. Although he cannot know everything that will happen in the future, he has already seen the direction of the torrent of fate. If we want to be rescued, it is important to master the power to defeat him, but it is more important to escape the fate he predicted. This requires a relic that interferes with fate that is more powerful than the remains of the Filth Ones housed by the Church of Creation, the twenty-sided dice of fate housed by St. Byron's Comprehensive College, and the Organ of Doom housed by the Prophet's Association."
She paused to give Shade time to think:
"This is the most important reminder I can give you: When fighting against an ancestor, you must bring a relic that interferes with fate. Otherwise, he will be able to predict every attack you make against him."
Xia De frowned:
"The three relics you mentioned are all famous Secret Keeper-level (Level 3) relics. There are reasons why the relics above that interfere with fate cannot be used casually."
"It is rumored that the Prophet Association recently discovered a Level 0 Fate Relic. It's a pity that we don't have enough time. Otherwise, if we could find it, the success rate of defeating the ancestors would be at least 50%."
The woman said. Although Shade was used to hearing Edwards' fear and admiration for the fortune teller, he still couldn't help but ask back:
"So you think that even though you gave me important information, our chance of winning is still less than half?"
"At most 20%. Although you are very strong, our ancestors have been planning for 200 years, so you can't handle it in two months. According to rumors, you are also a ring sorcerer who is good at spatial power. Then you should understand that it is even possible that you will not be able to see the ancestors who deliberately avoided you until the end. I have never liked to leave my future to fate, but at the family dinner on Wednesday, we can only see whether fate favors us."
Footsteps came up the stairs, and a waiter brought a tray with Nadia Foran's rum.
She drank the wine in one gulp, then stood up and prepared to leave. It had been less than ten minutes since she sat down:
"That's all I have to say. I hope to see you at the banquet on Wednesday night."
"Wait a moment, I have one last question."
Xia De called her:
"Do you know what kind of deal Truth is making with your ancestors? What do they want from the Edwards family?"
The woman sat down again, thought for a moment and then answered:
"I also want you to answer me a question: Do you have a relationship beyond friendship with any member of your family?"
"What is the purpose of this question?"
Shade narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Are you sure how far you will go to fight against the ancestors?"
"Yes. I am in a relationship with a girl from your family."
Nadia Foran did not ask Shad to produce evidence:
"The Truth Society is not specifically seeking information on human transmutation, nor do they want the ancestors to tell fortunes for them. They want the ancestors' research on the soul. I don't know much about it, but I only know that it is about the formation of the soul, the ignition of spirituality, and the birth of wisdom. Perhaps they are thinking about the original origin of the soul. The research of the Truth Society is always so weird but creative."
"Soul... Soul research is strictly prohibited in the Sixth Era."
"Yes, but this part is indispensable for human body transformation. The demons summoned and cooperated with by the ancestor also provided him with sufficient information. Although the ancestor's research focus is not on these, the Truth Society is very concerned about these contents. Thanks to the cooperation with the Truth Society, the ancestor's progress in the direction of human body transformation has been indirectly promoted."
"What does the Truth Society want to do?"
Shad thought to himself, and Nadia Foran had already stood up. She didn't say goodbye to Shad, but went straight to the stairs. Shad listened to her unique heartbeat to the first floor, and then left the pub until she disappeared in the rumbling rain.
Shad did not stay here for long. Shortly after Nadia Foran left, he also rushed into the rain again with an umbrella.
With this new information in mind, he hurried out of the slums along the alley, found a hired carriage at the street corner, and drove the carriage to the pier on the Rhine River in the city.
In order not to disturb this private meeting, Shade did not even ask Megan to arrange a carriage to pick him up, but asked the boat to wait for him on the river and take him back to the cruise ship. Along the way, Shade did not talk to the coachman. After getting off the carriage, he held an umbrella and walked down the steps at the gap along the riverside street to the pier on the shore.
However, he had originally asked the boat to come after 10 o'clock to prevent the boat from staying too long and arousing suspicion. But now it was only 9:30, and the meeting with the cultists was too fast, so he had to wait another half an hour.
But this was also a good thing. Shad also had time to think in the rain with an umbrella, turning the newly acquired intelligence into a response plan and incorporating it into the action plan for Wednesday night.
There was still no progress on how to land on the island with Megan and Audrey, but it seemed necessary for Shade to find another relic that could interfere with divination in addition to the twenty-sided dice of fate. His fate was difficult to be predicted by others, but if the fortune teller only relied on powerful inspiration to perceive his next move in the battle, then there would be no specific divination behavior involved.
"The cards were his means of resurrection..."
This is also something that needs attention. Regardless of whether this information was released intentionally by Laplace Klein Howard, it is indeed necessary to contain or destroy the set of cards in advance.
The rain was getting heavier. Although he had planned to stand here and wait, his umbrella could not stop the raindrops from being blown onto his body. Thinking about what was going on in his mind, Xia De turned around and climbed the steps back to the avenue along the lake, thinking about finding a place nearby to take shelter from the rain.
On one side of the street is the Duin River, and on the other side are low-rise buildings with two floors. Because it is adjacent to the slums, the street view and the outer walls of the houses look quite bad in the rain. There is no pub on this street, so Shade plans to find a rain eaves to take shelter temporarily.
Although there were gas street lamps on the street, they were quite far apart. Shade could only rely on his dark vision to scan the nearby streets and set his sights on the sign of "Jennifer's Flower Shop".
The architecture of the flower shop is exactly the same as the buildings on both sides. Just to provide the flowers and plants with a place to bask in the sun, the owner of the flower shop built a small terrace on the outside of the second floor of the flower shop, facing the street.
This meant that there was a sheltered area on the first floor that formed a terrace that extended toward the street, so Shad walked over.
The flower shop had long been closed, and through the dirty window one could see the withered roses on display. However, there were no traces of elements nearby, and Shade didn't expect to come across a relic easily, so he didn't take it seriously.
There were round tables and chairs fixed on the ground at the entrance of the flower shop, which seemed to be part of the decoration of the shop by the owner. Xia De put away his umbrella and stood by the wall, then sat down at the table, took out a candle and stood it on the table, and then watched the splashing water curtain slide down from the edge of the terrace above his head, and then flowed through the street to the Duin River.
"A decisive battle on a rainy day..."
He continued to think about Wednesday's arrangements, waiting for the arrival of the ship, and gazing at the streets of Green Lake in the rain. He sighed in his heart about this city that was destined to be recorded in history books, but suddenly he saw another man holding a black umbrella walking out of the rain at the intersection.
Xia De heard the whistle and saw the other person deliberately staggering when walking. When the figure gradually approached, he could see the other person's specific appearance.
The top of his head was bald, with only a few hairy stubbles. His skin was dark, and his eyes were severely double-lidded. He was wearing an unusual brown robe that people in desert areas often wore, but at least it looked quite warm on a rainy night.
As for his feet, he wore a pair of brown boots that looked like laces and leather buckles. But the boots were also very worn out, which made it clear that he was not from an upper-class family.
Shade stood up and looked at Mr. Sean Asmon, the "demon scholar", who appeared in this rainy night. The black eyes under the scholar's umbrella slightly raised, cautiously but with a slightly cold smile, and swept to the bottom of the flower shop, which was obviously suitable for sheltering from the rain, and then in the light of the candle on the table, he saw Shade looking at him in surprise.
The middle-aged man with dark skin also recognized who was sitting at the table, so he stopped and raised the corners of his mouth, then walked towards this side with his boots stepping on the puddles on the road, with his usual weird smile with the corners of his mouth tilted upwards on his face.
The umbrellas were folded under the terrace of the flower shop, and the strange Dralion language that belonged only to Sean Asmon was spoken:
"Mr. Watson, Mr. Watson, we always meet in unexpected places. It has been a long time since we last met in Randall Valley."
The rain was drizzling. Although Xia De had expected that he would most likely meet this gentleman again in the Green Lake area, he did not expect that this meeting would take place in such an environment.
The two men shook hands, and the scholar's hands were still so rough.
Shade waited a moment—
There are no traces of elements.
Only then did he feel relieved.