5pm, Olive Tree Avenue, Pam's Divination Hut.

Alger Wilson pushed open the brown wooden door with a glass frame on top and entered this occult-themed cafe.

He ordered a cup of Filmore coffee produced in the Paz Valley on the Star Plateau of the southern continent, took out the deck of tarot cards he had bought earlier and placed them next to him. The top card was the "Hanged Man", which depicted an angel hanging upside down with his hands tied behind his back.

Unlike in the morning, he had changed his attire and was now wearing a classical dark robe and a clergyman's hat, like a wizard or sorcerer from a folk legend.

Taking a breath silently, Alger slowly savored his coffee, not anxiously waiting for anyone.

About five or six minutes later, the brown wooden door inlaid with thick glass opened again, and a young man wearing a black woolen coat and a half-high silk hat came in.

This gentleman looked to be less than 30 years old, with a thin face and sharp edges, and a temperament that was both mature and gloomy. He was Klein who had slightly adjusted his appearance and changed some of his personality.

He was not wearing gold-rimmed glasses, but his vision was not affected at all. His eyes casually glanced at Alger's dark blue temples.

Klein's eyes moved downward and he saw the "Hanged Man" card at the top.

Without saying anything, he walked over, took off his hat, sat opposite Alger, and said with a gloomy smile:

"I want to tell fortunes."

As he spoke, he had already taken in the appearance of the Tarot Club's senior member:

His facial features are deep and his outlines are rough, with obvious signs of being beaten by rain and wind. He is the type who is good at fighting and often on the go.

His skin was bronze, but different from the local people. It seemed like the result of years of exposure to the sun and rain for pure Loen people. But his dark blue hair was rather special. It did not belong to Loen, but was closer to the colonial race in the violent sea area of ​​the Disi Bay.

Half-blood… Klein made a judgment in his mind.

Alger looked at the man opposite him and slowly overlapped him with the image of "the world". Then he took out the tarot cards and said in a low voice:

“This requires you to shuffle and cut the cards yourself.”

Klein reached out and picked them up, unfolded them all and took a look at them, then put them together and shuffled them.

He cut the cards continuously, drew out three cards, and arranged them into the past, present and future.

Klein slowly leaned back, but turned over the tarot card in the middle with his right hand. On it was a naked woman wearing only a purple scarf, surrounded by green wreaths like a door.

This is the "World" card numbered 21. The 22nd card returns to 0, symbolizing the "Fool".

"How should I interpret it?" Klein asked deliberately.

Although The Hanged Man did not explicitly mention that The World was The Fool's favorite, Klein thought there was no need to hope for the best in this regard. It would be more beneficial to establish an image if he could express it frankly. If the other party had not guessed it, it would be a sign of sincerity and confidence. If Alger already knew it, it would make The World appear calm, as if everything was under his control.

He, knew that I knew? Before he raised that topic above the gray fog, he believed that I could guess it? Amazing... Alger's heart trembled, and he responded at a moderate speed:

"Reversed, things will fail due to lack of preparation."

"Then what preparations should we make?" Klein nodded thoughtfully and asked in return.

Alger took back all the tarot cards outside the "world" and reshuffled and cut the cards skillfully.

Then he turned over the top card.

This is a "Pope" card!

Alger's voice was still low:

"You need advice, you need the help of faith and religion to avoid going down the wrong path."

Without waiting for Klein to speak, he turned over the second card in order. On it was a "moon" overlooking the earth:

"You will be confused, you will be stuck, you will wander in dreams, but this is only temporary."

Immediately afterwards, Alger gave the third tarot card, which was a "Sun" card.

"Everything will pass, and the light will eventually shine on the earth." He said like a charlatan.

Klein was silent for a few seconds, then asked as if to confirm:

"Church, dream, sun?"

A smile appeared on Alger's face, and he nodded slightly:

"That's it."

In the tarot divination just now, he had hinted at his subsequent plans.

In fact, since he had not yet entered the game and was not being paid attention to, there was no need to be so tactful and he could just directly tell the specific content. However, Alger felt that he should still give the "World" this favored one a try to see if he had enough brains instead of relying more on force.

If the IQs of both parties were at the same level, Alger believed that they could cooperate more in the future. Smart people didn't need to talk too much. On the contrary, he would try not to let the "world" get deeply involved in his affairs, and only ask him for help when he needed a thug, unless Mr. "Fool" gave other orders.

Now, the answer from "The World" and his previous performance confirmed that the other party was experienced and strong.

Haha, I’m an expert on tarot cards... In this regard, Mr. Hanged Man, you’re just getting started... Klein laughed secretly and belittled the other person in his heart.

The content hidden in the interpretation of "The Hanged Man" is very simple. The meaning of the "Pope" card is that he wants to inform the Storm Church about the affairs of "Flame" Danitz and "Steel" Maiviti, and use the power of "The Mandated Punisher" to divide the enemy and reap the benefits.

This was Klein's usual method, and it was not difficult to understand.

The following "Moon" and "Sun" cards are reminders from "The Hanged Man":

Since the "Made Punisher" has been introduced, certain precautions must be taken. According to Alger's experience, when dealing with similar problems, his colleagues at Bayam will definitely activate a seal that can force multiple people within the range to fall asleep. The characteristics of "Steel" Maivetti determine that there must be targeted items in the "Sun" field.

I control my dreams and am not afraid of the "Sun"... Klein stretched out his hand and turned the reversed "World" card in front of him half a circle, turning it into an upright position, meaning that this plan is feasible and I will be prepared.

Alger raised his head, took a breath and said:

"The owner here is good at aromatherapy. He can use the scents of different essential oils, hydrosols, incense, and flower essences to treat corresponding emotional problems and soothe the restless mind. Do you want to give it a try?"

Using the contact point on Xiangshu Avenue? Klein smiled and responded:

"good."

The two of them looked at each other; neither of them moved, and no one mentioned aromatherapy again. Everything was implied.

Klein didn't stay for long. He took out his pocket watch, opened it and took a look, then slowly stood up.

Alger suppressed his smile, put his hand on his chest, bowed slightly and said:

"Let us praise the gods. All the divination results come from the revelations they provide."

Oh, you know how to show your loyalty... Klein suppressed his laughter and imitated Alger, the Hanged Man, and responded seriously.

"Let us praise the gods."

He took two steps outside, then suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Alger, put on his hat and chuckled:

"Frankly speaking, this kind of dress doesn't suit you."

Huh? Alger couldn't follow Mr. World's train of thought.

When Klein opened the door and walked out of the theme cafe, Alger retracted his gaze and looked at the mirror in the corner, carefully examining his current outfit.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this at first, but after the "world" mentioned this, he felt more and more that it was not right, and finally understood why the other party said that:

A guy who looks very rough and weathered, who seems to be able to call a hundred sailors to fight the enemy or take out an axe to chop down a group of people at any time, really should not wear such a mysterious classical wizard robe. It is very inconsistent with his temperament.

…………

Church of the Waves.

Alger changed back into his original clothes and followed the praying believers into the hall in a low-key manner. He took the opportunity of confession and met the diocesan bishop Qiao Geli through the responsible priest.

After the salute, he said bluntly:

"I met 'Flame' Danitz, who claimed that Vice Admiral Iceberg's key had nothing to do with the Death God's treasure and was even willing to sell it.

"He has asked me to keep an eye on the whereabouts of 'Steel' McVitti. It seems that he was injured by the second mate of 'Blood Admiral' before, and he is eager to get rid of the other party's pursuit.

"Sir Chogori, I want to leak this news so that 'Steel' Maiviti and his men can successfully stop 'Flame' Danitz, and we can take this opportunity to capture them all or kill them on the spot.

"This can effectively curb the arrogance of pirates."

Qiao Geli showed an appreciative expression:

"Very good, your ability to handle things is much better than I expected."

Alger responded with a pious look:

“This is all due to the Lord’s guidance and your teachings.

"In the evening I will find a suitable person to reveal the news. If I come to pray again, it means that 'Steel' Maiviti has not taken any action for the time being. If I do not appear again, it means that I have been controlled by him or his subordinates to prevent the news from leaking out, which means that they will fall into the fishing net."

After explaining the specific location and other matters, Alger returned to the confessional and left normally.

…………

7:15pm, Fragrant Leaf Bar.

Wearing wide-leg pants and with his dark blue hair wrapped in a headscarf, Alger stood beside the boxing ring, holding a glass of "Lelongqi" and looking at the two bruised contestants with a hint of ridicule.

Soon, he spotted his target coming in and heading straight for the bar.

After waiting for a while, Alger sat next to the thin and dark man and said with a chuckle:

"I heard that 'Steel' has come to Bayam?"

The man tilted his head warily and responded with a fake smile:

"How come I don't know?"

"Really? It seems that 'Flame' deceived me!" Alger patted the bar and took a sip of wine.

“Flame…Danis?” The man’s eyes lit up and he asked hesitantly.

"Yes, that's him!" Alger gnashed his teeth. "I met him at the Gold Coin Casino this morning. This damn guy claimed that 'Steel' was in Bayam. Bah, he actually dared to lie to me!"

The dark and thin man rolled his eyes slightly but did not say anything.

He listened quietly, stood up, and laughed:

"I forgot. I have something else to do. Let's play cards together later."

He patted Alger on the shoulder and left the bar in a seemingly calm but actually hurried manner.

Alger held the wine glass in his hand, half turned around and looked at his back, his eyes were deep and his lips were smiling.

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