I am a Taoist priest in the extraordinary world

Chapter 52 Unexpected Situation

"Is this your divination ability? This is the first time I've seen it."

Ivy whispered, obviously full of curiosity.

"You don't need an astrolabe, rituals, or any other auxiliary means? Can you get the result of divination just by pinching your fingers a few times?"

The painter's observation ability is really very keen. Dante laughed. He had deliberately covered up just now, but he was still discovered by Ivy.

"The role of the ancient relic is very important, it allows me to enter the state of divination faster."

Dante smiled and avoided this topic, pointing to the "Iron Thorn" bar across the street:
"As for whether it is effective or not, it depends on the result after a while."

Pushing open the heavy door of the bar, Dante walked in, and was almost overwhelmed by the oncoming heat wave and the strong smell of alcohol.

In the center of the "Iron Thorn" bar is a boxing ring, two shirtless men are resting on both sides, getting ready for the next fight, surrounded by dozens of drinkers shouting loudly, some in high spirits, Some cursed loudly, and the bar staff in charge of the bank were collecting or distributing money at the table. Obviously, it was a boxing match that had ended before, and each had a winner or loser.

"Joseph's father used to be an underground boxer. With a pair of fists, he won all the income of a family."

Ivy looked at the two scarred players on the boxing ring, showing a sad expression: "Everyone is actually struggling for life."

"There is nothing easy in the adult world." Dante thought of a sentence that was popular on the Internet in his previous life.

"The Extraordinary is the same. Although they have different abilities from ordinary people and can get a generous salary, they often face more troubles and dangers."

Ivy sighed, turned her head uncomfortably and asked, "Are you sure you don't have that strange feeling in your ears when you use the divination ability now? Don't hide it."

"The role of the ancient relics is really good, believe me." The corners of Dante's mouth turned up, giving an affirmative answer.

Pick a suitable opportunity and give everyone a copy of the meditation talisman, it must have a certain effect. At the same time, he thought in his heart.

"That's good, but you must not relax because of this. Uncle Tom said that the risk of Extraordinary being out of control exists at all times. Caution and humility are the best means of protection."

The expression on Ivy's delicate doll face was extremely solemn, so Dante had no choice but to nod seriously.

While speaking, the two had already walked towards the bar counter.

"Two glasses of fruit beer."

This is the best beer for ladies, low alcohol and cheap.

"A total of 5 pence." The bartender replied familiarly, giving Dante an extra look.

Dante took out a handful of coins from his pocket, counted 5 and gave them to the other party. In exchange for two large wooden cups filled with golden wine, the aroma of malt mixed with fruit was rich and attractive.

"To be honest, you are really the most frugal and serious man I have ever met." The bartender couldn't help but look at Dante again, and said with a bit of a vicious tongue.

"Would you take your sister to drink high-quality beer?" Dante gave him a sideways look.

"No, because I would never bring my sister to this kind of place." The bartender rolled his eyes, turned and walked away.

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Dante pretended not to hear, raised a glass to Ivy, and found that the latter was holding back a smile, looking very hard.

"Laugh if you want." A handsome man looked helpless.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, but you looked really cute just now."

Ivy couldn't bear it anymore, she covered her mouth and laughed, and it took a long time before she raised her glass:

"To our most serious Mr. Detective." The painter clicked on the pronunciation of a certain word.

"To our dearest Miss Painter." The detective emphasized a word.

The dull clinking of wooden cups is hidden in the noisy crowd around.

When the fruit beer enters the throat, it feels refreshing and delicious. At first, there is a strong apple aroma, and then the taste of malt gushes out, which is extraordinarily sweet and thirst-quenching.

Putting down the cup, Dante scanned the surrounding environment, and then glanced at the clock at the top of the bar.

"There are still a few minutes until a quarter past eighteen, let's wait."

Avril nodded, her gaze was on the surrounding crowd, her eyes were serene, like a bystander wandering outside the scene, choosing the object to be depicted.

She used the "painter" ability, Dante noticed something, but didn't speak, just quietly sipped the fruit beer.

Not being exposed doesn’t mean not being able to use it, word games can be understood by Extraordinary people
After waiting patiently for a while, Ivy suddenly said:

"There is something wrong with that person in the far right corner."

Dante followed the reputation, and Ivy was still describing:

"He seems to have a lot of things on his mind, drinking beer one after another, as if the hustle and bustle next to him has nothing to do with him, like the loneliest one in the crowd. Although he is trying to hide, the loneliness and despair revealed in his eyes, It's like watching the death of a relative or a close friend, and can't stop it from happening."

Dante slowly widened his eyes, shocked by Ivy's performance at this moment.

magical ability.
He looked at the man in the corner who was only wearing a linen shirt, with the neckline open and the sleeves rolled up casually, and he turned to the bartender and asked, "Who is that person drinking alone over there?"

The bartender glanced at him, wiped the glass and said nothing.

"Your tip." Dante took out 10 pennies from his pocket with a heartache, and threw it on the bar.

Fortunately, Mrs. Catherine gave me the funds in advance.
The bar quickly pressed the rotating coin in the bottom of his hand, looked left and right, and said with a smile:
"That's Char Barros, a down-and-out poet who has been hanging out here all year round."

"Did he find inspiration for his creation in the bar?"

"Oh, I think it's to find the man he's looking for." The bartender was still venomous.

"man?"

"Whoever is here often doesn't know that Char is only interested in men?"

The bartender lowered his head and looked narrowly at Dante.

"Especially a handsome gentleman like you."

Dante couldn't help shivering, but what the bartender said next diverted his attention instantly.

"Unfortunately, his boyfriend Anthony Brown hasn't been here for a while, otherwise you would have seen the lingering relationship between the two of them."

As soon as these words came out, even Ivy couldn't maintain the state of "painter" anymore, her expression collapsed, and she turned her head full of surprise.

The two looked at each other with the same disbelief in their eyes.

The object of Mrs. Catherine's resentment, Anthony Brown's suspected cheating lover, is actually a man? !
The unknown detective and his assistant turned their heads in the same direction again, and their eyes locked on Char Barros who was still drinking one glass after another in the corner of the bar.

"Mr. Detective, I think it is necessary for you to make some sacrifices for our cause."

Ai Wei came back to her senses, her expression was serious, but there was obviously an expectation that couldn't be hidden in her eyes.

Miss Painter, I suggest you read less of those weird novels
Dante wiped his face, summoned up his courage, finally stood up, and walked in the direction of the down-and-out poet.

Mrs. Catherine, there must be more money!
(End of this chapter)