As a hunter, I became the deputy head of the Phantom Brigade

Chapter 014

“Help you get a fortune??”

Nion’s face changed drastically in an instant.

How did Jeno know he had the power to prophesy?

After all, his prophetic ability has never been shown to the public, and only his father has known it all along.

Moreover, his ability is related to his father’s status in the gang, and it is impossible for his father to leak it.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“My request is very simple, you help me Bu Yigua, I will protect you thoroughly.”

Jeno said lightly.

“How do you know what I’m capable of?”

Although Nion is simple, he also knows that if his secret is leaked, he will invite death.

“There are some things you don’t need to know.”

“Also, I have to remind you that your prophetic power is not good for you.”

Jeno instructed.

In Jieno’s perception, Kulolo once mentioned that the prophetic power he stole from Nion has disappeared from the “thieves’ secret”, indicating that Nion may have died.

Only when you die, the stolen mind ability will disappear from the [Thief’s Secret].

And if Nion dies, the most likely is to be assassinated by Siso.

After all, what Siso needs is a fair fight.

“Well, since you want me to help you with a trigram, then it will be as you wish.”

“It’s just that divination is designed to create happiness for people who are trying to live in the present, so I try to only divinate bad things. I do this in the hope that everyone will work hard to prevent divination from being realized. ”

Seeing Jeno insisting, Nion couldn’t help sighing.

“You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Divination play, I’ll take you out to play.”

Jeno walked to the sofa, tore off a blank page, and then wrote down his name, date of birth, and blood type.

“Jeno.”

Looking at the dignified and straight handwriting on the white paper, Nion couldn’t help but lose his mind slightly.

After a while, Nion raised his hand, and the ballpoint pen kept turning in his hand, and began to use his ability to read.

Weng ~~~

I saw that Nion was instantly wrapped in a purple qi, and an invisible elf that could not be caught by the naked eye was attached to her right hand holding a pen.

Immediately afterwards, Nion fell into a state of unconsciousness.

Jeno knew that this was Nyon’s trait ability to read [Angel’s Automatic Notes].

It is also a key factor in the strength of the Northra family.

With it, Wright has the position it is today.

Therefore, Neon has been locked by Wright within his control, and he has done his best to keep her safe.

As long as Nion lives well, his position in the gang is irreplaceable.

This trait of Nion is the ability to make predictions for the coming month for the object of divination in the form of abstract poetry.

Of course, before activating the ability to read, Nion must know the name, date of birth, and blood type of the divination target, so that the divination poems will be the most accurate.

Once an ominous prophecy is divined, it can generally be remedied by following the warning and preventing it in advance.

However, this divination ability is still flawed, that is, it cannot divine its own future, so Jeno will remind Nyon, because Nion does not know when he will die and in whose hands.

“What will my prophetic poem be?”

Staring at the pen in Nion’s hand, lines of handwriting fell on the white paper, and Jeno couldn’t help but look forward to it.

Moreover, Jano is also full of curiosity about the elf on Nion’s right hand, is it also from the Dark Continent with the same ability as Qiluga’s younger brother Aleuga?

“Well, your prophetic poem divination is out!”

At this moment, Nion collected the pen, recovered from his unconscious state, and handed the white paper in front of him to Jeno.

For the prophetic poems she divined, Nion would not read it, after all, she was afraid that her divination would be a bad ending.

[The important calendar is missing a part, and the month left behind should be a grand condolence].

[Under the performance of the orchestra dressed in mourning clothes, Frost Moon will be safely sent to the sky with the melody].

[A spider with three broken feet will also be mired in the mud and lie next to its blood-stained fiery red eyes].

[Even if the spider’s hands and feet are cut off, your superior position will not be overridden].

[Turn things around, souls from another world, you need the baptism of the blood moon].

[Don’t worry, what belongs to you will be able to be recaptured by your hands].

[Buy time well, because time is running out, and even more terrible enemies are about to move].

[To the east, or to the west, your decision is important, and the spider will return to the world with a piece of sorrow].

[Don’t worry, even if bad luck befalls the world, it still can’t shake your noble identity].

[What you need to do is to accept the gods of death around you, glory and oblivion, which requires your decision].

Looking at his prophetic poem, Jano gradually fell silent.

Because, he thought it was incredible.

Nion’s divination ability is really powerful, and he even knows that I am a soul from another world.

You know, the identity of your own traverser, the people of this world cannot know.

However, it was indeed divined by Nyon.

“Turn things around, souls from another world?”

Jeno tries to interpret his prophetic poem, is this to turn the tide on his own?

But the previous three sentences, the spider with three broken feet, how to remedy it?

The terrible thing is that the members of the brigade are all very conceited, even if they forcibly block it, they will not listen, and even fight hard.

“To the east, or to the west, your decision is important, the spider will return to the world with a mourn?”

“How to solve this sentence?”

Returning to the world with a piece of sorrow?

“Baptism of the Blood Moon?”

“An even more formidable enemy is on the move?”

“Even if bad luck befalls the world, it still can’t shake your noble status?”

“All you need to do is accept the Grim Reaper around you, glory and oblivion, all of which require your decision?”

Looking at his prophetic poem, Jeno was puzzled.

Will what belongs to you be recaptured by your hands? Are you going to lose something?

An even more formidable enemy is on the move?

Ant King? Or the monsters of the Dark Continent?

Can’t shake your noble identity? Do you have Mao’s honorable status? Isn’t it the deputy commander of the Phantom Brigade?