Mystery: The Star Key

"I didn't expect Dalot, you are such a delicate person." When leaving the main tent, Esme threw another wink at Igna, "I didn't notice it before. I thought you couldn't put us down in your eyes. Woolen cloth."

Facing Esme's repeated teasing, Igna smiled helplessly: "Miss Esme, do you actually see me like this in your eyes? I always thought I should It's very popular with women."

"Humph." Esme hummed twice, noncommittal. "There's no way to do that. Who made Mr. Dalot one of the hottest trump cards in our group? I haven't seen you all day, and I don't have a good face except to customers."

"Oh, I was wrong." Esme winked at Igna. "You used to paint your face when you performed. Strictly speaking, no one has seen your 'good face'."

"Haha." Ignatius laughed twice. It was the original Igna's habit to apply oil paint on the face during performances.

The original Igna Abraham was relatively dull and silent, and was not good at speaking. To play the master juggler, self-hypnosis is accomplished by applying oil to his face, allowing him to perform in public.

But now Ignatius Abraham is a different person. Now Ignatius is not afraid of public occasions, so of course there is no need to pretend.

"You don't have to hold on to things in the past." Igna smiled at Esme, "Am I bad now?"

Esme originally opened the curtain of the divination hut, but when she heard Igna's question, she turned back. Igna was already standing behind her, and Esme took a step back, almost hitting his chest.

Esme was taller than Madeleine, and Igna could see his beautiful big brown eyes just by looking down slightly.

Igna stopped walking forward in time, but Esme, who had turned back, reached out and hooked his chin.

"!!!" Igna turned his head immediately and avoided Esme's hand.

Esme didn't hook Igna's chin, and it was no accident. She blew a kiss at Igna. Beneath her long eyelashes, Esme's brown pupils looked like they were about to **** in.

"That's good. You have a very handsome smile, very handsome," Esme said. "It would be better if you could be more open."

Ignatius took another step back without a trace, and twitched the corner of his mouth awkwardly: "Miss Esme, don't joke with me."

"No kidding. Loen's gentlemen have a restrained ascetic temperament, little Dalot, although you are a master of tricks, in my heart, you are already a true Loen gentleman. So I actually Looking forward to meeting you very much..." Esme didn't finish her sentence, but her eyes had already said everything.

Without waiting for Igna's reply, she paused, then reopened the curtain of the divination hut and said to Igna, "Come in."

Ignatius suddenly thought of retreating.

He was calm on the surface, but his pupils shook in his heart.

Is this Intis? ? Is this the style of the country where the Emperor lives? ? ...Can you give me back my rose and three soules? !

Ignatius' heart pounded loudly.

But the dark divination hut exudes an attractive atmosphere.

The Divination Shack is not like the rest of the circus. When the curtains are lifted, there is a soothing and seductive scent, which smells unique, something like cloves and gooseberries.

The room was a little dark, almost to the extent that you couldn't see your fingers. Now that the corner of the tent has been opened, the contrast between the inside and outside is too obvious. Ignatius still couldn't see the furnishings inside. But with the fragrance of cloves and gooseberries, it suddenly has a bit of mystery.

Ok……

Recalling Esme's usual style, Igna calmed down and told himself that the initiative was in his own hands, and Esme couldn't do anything to him.

At the same time, Igna did not forget to take notes silently in his heart.

Astrologer's point 1: Incense and fragrance help an astrologer's character.

"Come in, why are you hesitating?" Esme, who entered the room first, lit the candle, and some ethereal voices came from the room.

"Okay." Igna took a deep breath and walked into the room.

When Igna entered the room, lowered the curtain, and the light source in the fortune-telling hut was just a little candlelight, it seemed that the meaning of mysticism became stronger.

The room was covered with tents, and the cloth strips used for decoration were laid out in front of me. There seemed to be some dark embroidered patterns on the flannel, which showed a bit of a mysterious flavor under the candlelight. There was only darkness and a little candlelight in front of him, but it seemed to open the door to the unknown and mysterious.

Seeing this, Igna quietly activated his spiritual vision. But there was nothing in front of his eyes.

In the entire room, except for Esme Cullen, there was only the citrine on her wrist, and a crystal ball on the table overflowed with some star-like light.

Hmm... Ignat quietly took notes in his heart again. Point 2 for astrologers: No matter whether you have extraordinary abilities, it doesn't matter whether the props you use have extraordinary abilities or not. It's important to create an atmosphere of occultism and magic. That's how it's believable.

After confirming that there was no other extraordinary material, Igna closed his vision and sat down opposite Esme.

He is now sitting at a gray table covered with a tablecloth painted with a starry sky. There are tarot, pendulum, crystal ball and other divination tools on the table, as well as countless candlesticks ~www.readwn.com~ jars containing essential oils, and different kinds of dried flowers. A silver cauldron, a silver dagger, a silver plate...

These things are also used when Igna performs ritual magic, but he will not be so messy when placing sacrifices. This mess is not in line with his habit. But it seems to be able to create an atmosphere of raunchy gods.

Igna secretly studied without a trace.

"You seem to be very interested in everything in my room?" Esme asked with a smile.

"I'm very interested in mysticism." Igna corrected.

"Occultism." Esme chewed on the word for a while, and suddenly showed a meaningful smile, she asked, "Little Dalot, what do you think occultism is?"

"The gods we believe in and those unknown secrets." Igna skillfully drew the dark holy emblem on his chest.

Igna still answered Esme's question seriously. Based on the cognition before transmigration, he answered simply: "Supernatural abilities, mysterious phenomena, secrets and abilities that are not understood by ordinary people are all within the scope of mysticism." Igna said, "The world's top ten incredible, I was curious about these things from a very young age."

"Heh. You are very researched." Esme chuckled lightly.

"But do you know that the more mysticism is explored, the more despair you will get?" Esme looked at Igna and said softly, "Sometimes I don't know, but it's a kind of happiness."

Hearing Esme's words, Igna's heart skipped a beat.

I don't know if it's because of the lighting. The candlelight on the table fell into Esme's eyes, which made Igna see a strangeness in her beautiful brown eyebrows.

Esme said this... as if she knew something?