Quenched long order

Chapter 22
As the sun went down, the time to return the spirit lamp came soon again, this time a little later, although the spirit lamp in Sauer's hand was much dimmer when returning it, but it didn't affect it.

Before the two left, Bill took a closer look at the two of them, with a meaningful smile on his face, but he still didn't say a word.

The three of them went down to the mine together, but only two of them returned, and neither of them had any sad expressions on their faces. Instead, there was a hint of excitement and joy on their faces. It seemed that there was no need to go into details about what happened in the middle.

After leaving the mine area with the large army, the two returned to their home first. After a quick shower, Sauer went to the trading market to find the mystic.

He stood at the door of the purple tent, almost at the same time as yesterday, however, his mentality at this time was completely different from yesterday.Yesterday, he was anxious, worried, and exhausted, but today he is calm, confident, and radiant. Unknowingly, he realized that he seems to be gradually accepting the identity of Sauer, and he does not seem to have imagined resistance to this change of mentality.

"Please come in." The mystic seemed to have sensed his arrival, "Saul, did you bring me any good news today?"

Sauer opened the door curtain, and the bell on the door curtain made a slight and crisp sound. He walked in and put down the door curtain.

Inside the purple tent, the candlelight was still weak, and the mystic also came out from behind the thin curtain, still wearing that exquisite and luxurious blue-purple robe.

"Sit." The mystic pointed to the cushioned chair in front of the square table.

"Is there still a seat today?" Saul didn't take his seat right away.

The mystic smiled, her eyebrows bent like a moon, she sat casually on the side of the square table, yawned before replying: "A guest is coming later." Having said that, she lowered her head thoughtfully, and then turned to look at Saul. However, those mysterious eyes did not show aggressiveness like the first time, "You probably didn't come to chat with me, did you? You are in such a good mood, and judging by your expression, you seem to have discovered something."

Yeah... am I even a little bit happy?

Shaoer blinked, a little surprised, even though he had conflicts with Andrew, and even fought over it, but after all, each life, even if Andrew was to be punished, he hoped that it would be similar to imprisonment, rather than being smashed through the head with a pickaxe by a friend who seemed to be alive.

"I don't know if it's a discovery for you." Saul had a serious expression on his face, putting away the faint smile on his face, "I did find Sean."

"Who?" The mystic looked up, as if searching for the name in his mind.

"The missing miner, the one I asked you to help find yesterday." Sauer explained.

The mystic nodded slightly, stretched out his right hand, palm up, and made a gesture of "please continue."

"When I found him, his condition was a bit...strange, although it was the same as the posture I saw on the crystal ball, but...how should I put it..." Sauer was thinking about words in his mind, "...his facial features have been completely misplaced, and he seems to have lost his mind. He seems to have died a long time ago, but he has not been buried yet."

Hearing this, the mystic turned around and put her right hand on the crystal ball. Immediately, the fine green silk thread appeared again, and she softly replied:

"Are you trying to say that the result of my spying yesterday was wrong?"

With a mysterious smile on her face, she continued:
"You should not understand the principle of the secret technique, otherwise you wouldn't have such an idea."

"The so-called secret technique refers to a way to establish a connection between the soul and the secret source through a specific ceremony, so that the power of the secret source can be used."

"When I used the spying eye yesterday, what I actually asked was not 'Is Sean still alive', but 'Is Sean still able to move?' When faced with human inquiries, most of the secret sources will determine the speed and accuracy of their responses based on the strength of their souls, so you will see that picture."

"Not to mention, the secret source itself is limited by time and space. On this island, my strength has been greatly restrained. In order to answer your question faster, and to prevent myself from appearing unreliable, I took a trick and changed the method."

"So, at most, I can only say that I was wrong, and there is nothing wrong with my secret technique."

When she said the last sentence, her face was full of confidence.

Saul curled his lips and didn't want to answer for a moment.Obviously he was wrong, but he said it as a matter of course, and there was a meaning of blaming him for his ignorance.

Suddenly, he thought of something and asked softly:

"I... can I become a mystic?"

If I can master the secret technique, then there is no need to tell her about the gold mine, so as to avoid the risk of exposure.he thought.

Faced with this question, the occultist shook his head without hesitation.

"Why, am I not qualified?" Saul asked curiously.

"No." The mystic raised his right hand and scratched his ears. "To become a mystic, you must do certain things at a specific place, at a specific time, um...you know, this is Stewart Island, if the first condition is not met, you don't have to try the following things."

"Maybe, it's okay to give it a try." Sauer looked away.

"If you die on this island for no apparent reason, I don't mind." The mystic turned around and walked behind the thin curtain, as if looking for materials for a secret ritual.

"Let's get on with the business!" Saul hurriedly called the mystic.

At this moment, a crisp bell sounded from the door curtain.

Saul turned his head and looked at the door curtain.

In the middle of the curtain, a bald and fat old man looked at Saul with disgust. The old man was about 1.6 meters tall, and his beard was only on the right side, which was very strange. He was wearing exquisite and expensive yellow-black silk, but it didn’t fit well.

"Who are you?" The old man said, his voice was hoarse and weak, giving people the illusion of shouting at the top of his throat.

Before Saul could answer, the old man walked into the tent. Then, he looked Saul up and down, and continued, "A...short-lived miner? Unexpected." His tone was very disdainful, "Are you going to spend your one month's savings here to ask about your own death date?"

Speaking of this, his eyes rolled, and then he looked at the mystic who came out from behind the thin curtain.

"Luna."

The old man yelled happily.

"I thought you wouldn't take business from miners, they would just waste your occult skills."

As he said that, he raised his hand and stroked his half beard, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head and said coldly to Saul, "Why are you still here? I think the casino and boxing ring outside are quite suitable for you. No matter how bad it is, you can go to a brothel."

Saul didn't move, but looked at the mystic.

"You go out first." The mystic said softly to Saul.

Saul nodded and turned to leave the purple tent. However, he did not go too far, but stayed in a remote location and waited.

(End of this chapter)