"Combining these two cards, my Diviner result is that your current situation isn't very good, but the future outcome may not necessarily be terrible."
"What you need to do now is relax, don't take this matter to heart, and just let nature take its course."
What's the difference between saying this and saying nothing? Or is it because the result isn't very good, so he doesn't want to tell me, after all, there's a "Devil"… Luo En's expression was a bit grim.
"Um, may I ask a question?"
"Of course, you can. I can answer anything related to Diviner. I myself am a mysticism teacher here," Hainasi said confidently.
"Have you ever heard of palmistry or physiognomy?"
"Palmistry? Physiognomy?" Hainasi was a bit confused; he had never heard of these two terms.
"It's also a type of Diviner, mainly inferring a person's future by looking at the lines on their hand or the shape of their facial features," Luo En explained.
After a moment of thought, Hainasi shook his head and said, "No, I've been a Diviner for so many years, and I've never heard of this kind of Diviner method."
"Where did you hear about it?" he asked curiously.
"I stumbled upon it in an old book," Luo En casually made up an excuse.
"That might be an unofficial mysticism book. In the past, some people would write legends and customs from other countries into books as mystical knowledge, but those are all unofficial mystical knowledge."
"Sigh…"
"Okay, thank you." Luo En thanked him, pulled out 4 su le and handed it to him, then quickly left the room.
Watching Luo En's retreating figure, Hainasi. Fansen frowned and muttered:
"Something's not right, very not right."
…
Luo En didn't leave the club directly. Instead, after greeting the receptionist, he drank a cup of the club's black tea.
He felt like he had lost a fortune today; the Diviner result was vague, and he had wasted 4 su le.
Looking at the empty cup in his hand, Luo En decided,
"I want another cup."
…
Before leaving, he spent a few more su le at the club to buy a deck of Tarot cards and a blue crystal pendulum, planning to try Diviner himself when he returned to the hotel.
"I don't have any premonition of fate, so there shouldn't be any immediate danger." Although this Diviner session made him a bit uneasy, Luo En didn't receive a direct warning from fate like before. He believed his situation shouldn't be that bad yet.
As he left, he asked the receptionist if there were any interesting places nearby to visit.
He was surprised to learn that there was a place called Duijiao Alley, a second-hand market, in the latter half of the street.
The name "Duijiao Alley" initially startled Luo En; it was too Harry Potter-esque.
"Could it be the mischievous whim of a Transmigrator?" Luo En was a bit unsure.
However, he couldn't say for sure. After all, the entire Kingdom of Luen was permeated with an English flavor, and it wasn't impossible for there to be an alley with the same name.
Luo En recalled the Duke who once ruled the Tingen area in his memories and couldn't help but think, "Are there really Transmigrators?"
With that thought, Luo En walked step by step towards Duijiao Alley.
Since it was a second-hand market, there was a possibility of finding bargains.
He planned to rely on the Monster's high intuition to see if he could unearth any treasures.
…
The entire market was spread out along the street, with stalls and tarpaulin sheds displaying second-hand goods everywhere. Under the tarpaulin sheds, piles of used items were stacked.
A stall owner in a denim apron was wiping silver forks with old newspapers.
The air was mixed with the musty smell of old leather and the burnt aroma from the coffee cart on the street corner.
An old woman was wiping silver-plated tea sets with a soft cloth. In front of a street stall, a white-haired old man was trying on a camel-colored felt hat.
In addition, there were some scattered hawkers shouting their wares along the street.
"This… is so ordinary."
Duijiao Alley was not as magical as Luo En had imagined; it looked like an ordinary second-hand market.
Luo En activated his Spirit Vision, searching for items with spiritual reactions.
Theoretically, having spirituality and being valuable are synonymous.
"What's this?" Something caught Luo En's attention.
He came to a rusty tin stall and squatted down, his fingertips touching a strange book with a pitch-black cover. The fat boss in a leather hat immediately sprang up from his small stool, knocking over a stack of newspapers piled at his feet.
"Sir, you have excellent taste! This is an antique book that has been passed down from the Fourth Epoch."
Luo En twirled the curled edge of the book page. In the sunlight, he could see the gaps formed by the peeling gold paint on the cover. "Boss, never mind if this book is an antique, look! The spine is unglued."
"Young man, antique books always have some traces of time." The fat boss's bushy beard trembled with his spittle.
"If you want it, how about 50 pounds?"
The fat boss sized up Luo En, seeing his fair and clean face, looking like a rich young master, and planned to rip him off.
In fact, he had bought this book from two flustered people in another city for less than 10 pounds.
"Hey! You're too greedy. I think 5 pounds at most."
Luo En didn't act like a rich young master who doesn't bargain when buying things; he immediately went for a drastic cut.
Bargaining has to be like this: cut hard first, then there's room for negotiation later.
"Impossible, that's too little." The fat boss shook his head repeatedly; he would never do a loss-making business.
While bargaining with the boss, Luo En kept an eye on the old book. From the perspective of Spirit Vision, the book continuously emitted faint spiritual energy, even causing slight ripples in the surrounding air.
'This book is so old, yet it has a spiritual reaction; it must be very valuable.' Luo En made up his mind to get this book.
But he didn't show much excitement. Instead, he unhurriedly bargained with the fat boss, occasionally pointing out a few flaws in the book.
"20 pounds, that's the lowest price." The fat boss suddenly pulled out a dusty old book and a yellowed parchment from the bottom of a box. "These two are also old things. For 20 pounds, you can take all of them."
"10 pounds." Luo En cut the price in half again.
"Impossible!" The fat boss refused very decisively.
"It's debatable whether these items are antiques, and even if they're this broken, they're not worth much."
"And not all old things can be called antiques."
"How about this, we both take a step back, 15 pounds?" Luo En coaxed.
…
"I can pay in cash." Luo En pulled out 15 pounds in banknotes and waved it in front of the fat boss.
"Uh…" The fat boss looked at the banknotes close at hand, then at the items that hadn't sold for a long time, and nodded.
"You win."
…
"Zotlan Street"
Luo En, carrying a pile of things, finally wandered into this district.
"It's six o'clock, let's just find a restaurant." After checking his pocket watch, Luo En walked straight into a restaurant by the roadside.
"What?!"
He had just ordered his food and hadn't even warmed his seat when Luo En saw several people dressed as police officers walk in.
!!!
Seeing this, Luo En immediately became nervous. The Transmigration Guide had said that the Official in this world was very hostile towards Transmigrators.
He quickly picked up the menu, pretending to be ordering.
While using the menu to block his face, he secretly peeked out with his eyes to observe the situation over there.
"Are they just eating?" Looking at the police officers who were ordering food, Luo En breathed a sigh of relief.
'However, that young police officer is too casual, isn't he? His uniform buttons aren't even buttoned. It seems the quality of police in this world is just so-so.'
"Ah, the threat of fear; ah, the blessing of the night, the crimson moonlight; ah, Goddess…"
This! Why is he reciting poetry now? Are the police in this world all so abstract? And this poem is too awful to listen to… Luo En lowered his head and rubbed his forehead.