Endless Debt.

Chapter 550 Divination of Fate
"Welcome, strangers seeking knowledge."

The fortune-teller welcomed the arrival of the two. He waved his purple robes, and stretched out a pair of pus-covered hands, which were gently placed on the small table in front of him.

A sweet aroma rose from the censer, diluting the stench in the wreck of the hulk. Instead of feeling relieved, Bologo became more vigilant.

Bologo has encountered a similar deception in the wandering fork. The aroma contains neurotoxins. The toxicity is very mild, not enough to bring down an adult, but it can interfere with your consciousness to a certain extent. As long as you give it a little guidance, you will Will become the opponent's plaything.

Lebius said blankly, "Are you sure you have the information we want to know?"

The fortune teller laughed hoarsely, and the voice came through his robes, like the cold wind passing through the corridor.

"You haven't asked, how do I know?"

Ugly hands made a gesture of invitation, Lebius did not refuse, he pulled out the chair and was about to sit down, but Burlogo stopped him.

"I come."

Bologo replaced Lebius and sat opposite the fortune-teller. At the same time, he also said to Lebius through the whistle he carried.

"I am an undead, even if there is an accident, I will be fine."

The voice sounded in Lebius's mind. Without Uriel's assistance, the range of the two sentries had narrowed down a lot. They could only communicate with each other, but could not reach Jeffrey and others far away at the port.

Lebius felt uneasy, "Well, be careful, I think something is wrong."

Amy's voice interjected, "It's okay, you two are here."

Although the Hulk Coast is full of dangers, like a barbaric and primitive Colosseum, people release their ugly desires undisguisedly, but Burogo and Lebius who stepped into this place, in this cruel food chain, Definitely the apex predator, the ultimate consumer.

Intuitively, the two of them only held two umbrellas, like travelers who strayed into this place. From the perspective of force, these people actually let an army of killers enter here generously.

Burrogo said curtly, "Stay alert, Amy."

"Ah."

There was a response in his mind, and the halos in Burlogo's eyes began to dim, and even lost all luster.

At this time, the roles were reversed, and Bologo became the team leader instead. Lebius didn't say anything, standing behind Bologo without saying a word, like an ordinary guard.

"So you are the one in charge?" The fortune-teller paid more attention to Bologo, and his eyes drifted to Lebius, "I thought you were the boss."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Burrog stared at the darkness under the purple robe, peering into the darkness with cold eyes. His gaze was always oppressive, even though Burrog couldn't see the eyes of the fortune-teller.

The fortune teller was silent for a while, he didn't know what he was thinking, the stooped man didn't leave, he stood not far away, the greedy eyes on his face were undisguised.

A weird atmosphere lingered between each other, and amidst the pervasive incense, the fortune-teller lifted the cover on the table, revealing a transparent and glowing crystal ball.

The fortune teller said, "Please put your hands on the crystal ball."

"Are you serious?"

Burrogo frowned, which was a little different from the intelligence gathering he expected.

"I'm a fortune-teller. If I don't fortune-tell fate, what am I going to do?" said the fortune-teller. "And don't you all come here to spy on fate?"

The fortune-teller's tone was old-fashioned, like a wizard hiding in a dense forest in a story.

Burrogo whispered in his mind, "He has a problem, Captain."

"I have found out," replied Lebius, "Herter lied to me."

Bologo didn't say anything more. It was unavoidably sad for an old friend to become a stranger. He obediently pressed his hand on the crystal ball, which felt cold to the touch, like pressing a piece of ice.

With Burrog's touch, the elite's clear crystal ball began to change, a gray storm gradually appeared in the crystal ball, and jumping arcs could be vaguely seen.

This reminded Bologo of the thundercloud that knocked him down into the abandoned land, but there was really a thunderstorm ready to go in the thundercloud.

"interesting."

Boluoge became interested, and then said in his mind, "This thing has a slight ether reaction, it seems to be an alchemy weapon."

Amyu asked, "Does it have a self-circulating alchemy weapon?"

"should be."

Some special alchemy weapons will collect the ether that is scattered in the environment by themselves, and they can be activated by themselves without the need for extra ether to activate.

This kind of alchemy weapon is very common in the Bureau of Order. After all, Sublimation is a minority. In order to support this huge extraordinary organization, most of the employees in the Bureau of Order are ordinary people. They cannot resonate with the ether themselves, so they have to use this Classes can be self-cycled by Alchemy Armed Work.

After the emergence of this type of alchemy armed forces, the work efficiency of the Bureau of Order has been greatly improved, but also because it enables ordinary people to have a certain amount of extraordinary power, it causes a lot of riots every year, and the Field Service Department is always sent out. Recycle these alchemy weapons.

Bologo also read news that some countries in the Narrow Kingdom are already trying to include alchemy weapons as military weapons.

The alchemy weapon that can make ordinary people effective is not too powerful, but as the number accumulates and is integrated into the army, it can also affect the situation on the battlefield.

This is obviously a violation of the "Aether Agreement", and when Bologo's read this news, the King's Secret Sword has resolved the situation and re-blocked the alchemy technology.

In terms of avoiding the expansion of the extraordinary war, the positions of the King's Secret Sword and the Bureau of Order are unexpectedly consistent. Everyone does not want this world to usher in the second scorched earth wrath.

Concentrating on the crystal ball in front of him, Bologo became a little interested in divination.

"Please frame your question in your mind."

The fortune teller's voice was slow, with a sense of laziness, making the listener drowsy.

Burlogo pondered the question of the position in the tenth group.

The crystal ball under his hands began to change. First, there was a tumbling and whistling storm, and then raindrops precipitated from it, turning into whistling waves. The low temperature fell, and the liquid gradually froze into solid ice in the sphere. The next moment, brilliant sparks ignited, evaporating solid The ice, turned into a storm again.

This is the cycle of elements. Bologo has read it in the book, but he didn't expect this little gadget to play so many tricks. Bologo is thinking about whether to get one home and use it as a night light by the bed.

"Excuse me, do you have an answer?"

Burrogo urged, and he had put his hand on it for a while, but the fortune-teller seemed to be dumb, and there was no sound at all.

Now it is certain that Hert has a problem, and the current divination is just a cover, but judging by the appearance of the fortune-teller, he seems to be really divination for himself.

After a while, the fortune teller lifted the hood, and the ugly old face was directly exposed, and the sense of mystery was gone.

He slapped the crystal ball in a panic, his eyes flickering between Burlogo and the crystal ball repeatedly.

"Is there any problem?"

Burrog frowned. The fortune-teller seemed to be suffering from some kind of disease, with abscesses all over his body, even his face, which was very similar to the man he outlined.

To be precise, the entire wreck of the hulk is filled with some kind of germs, and people who have stayed here for a long time will more or less have this symptom on their bodies.

Illness was all too normal for voyagers, who traveled far and wide and brought disease with them to strange lands.

There was such an event recorded in history that people in a certain area have been accompanied by a certain disease for many years, and even developed resistance. One day they sailed to another land, and the local people could not bear the disease they carried. large-scale plague.

"I can't see your fate, how is this possible?"

The fortune-teller questioned Bologo. Judging from his agitated performance, Bologo didn't feel that the fortuneteller was playing tricks with him, as if his appearance really broke his professional cognition.

"That means you can't read anything, can you?"

Bologo didn't want to waste any more time, pretended to be angry, and slapped the table vigorously to get up.

At the same time, the roaring gunshots sounded, and Bologo turned around and shook his hands. A group of snakes gathered in the palm of his hand along the cuffs, forging the sharp edge, and collided with the galloping bullet, sparks splashed everywhere.

The blade continued to twist under Burrog's swing, and then the iron spear roared, piercing the rusty, fragile and decayed metal plate with a blow, and piercing the enemies behind it.

The fortune teller froze in place, his cheek was cut open by the shattered bullet, and pus mixed with blood smeared his eyes.

Lebius disappeared, and when the fortune-teller noticed the existence of Lebius again, he stood in the position where the outlined man was just now, and kept kicking his legs.

In the next second, a blurred black shadow covered the fortune teller's sight, and the outlined man screamed and was kicked back to the fortune teller booth by Lebius, colliding with the table, crystal ball, and fortune teller.

(End of this chapter)