"Do you mean the meaning of the card itself, or is it the meaning it foreshadows in your heart's desire?" asked Timod in a somewhat intriguing tone, knocking the other tarot cards on the table a few times and setting them aside.

"I know what the cards mean, but what I predict is whether a goal will be achieved in the future, and the fool of the first chapter is ...... Sequence 0 fool, I can't read it very well. Wright said, scratching his black, somewhat shaggy hair.

"His intention is to be different, to be an eclectic adventurous spirit, and he is always trying to explore the mysteries and unknowns of this world. Although the fortune of this card is weak, it represents a brave starting point. Being a 'fool' is not a bad thing. I've even seen legends of the Fool on another plane. Timod said, picking up the "Fool" card and shaking it in Wright's face with a smile.

"Another plane?" 'The Legend of the Fool'?' Wright was a little curious.

Of course, that's not the point, it's the moral of the card. Timod continued.

"No, I'm curious about those two things. Wright repeated.

"What am I supposed to tell you?" Timod dragged his chin and pondered for a few seconds, then sighed:

"Actually, that's not what I saw with my own eyes. Just a friend, a very important friend a long time ago helped me see something. He doesn't belong to this world, and I've been looking for him for thirty years. Ever since I came to this country, I haven't stopped looking for him. Of course, it was his remaining memories that told me this. In that plane, someone recorded the story of a time-traveler. There's a good chance that my friend is also a time-traveler. ”

"Traverser, this is just the speculation of delusional people with broken brains, or the ridiculous theories of boring scientists, and I never believed it. Wright said with some disdain.

Of course, no one will believe it easily. But you are different, your fate has chosen the 'fool', and you are destined to come into contact with mysterious things. I think your wish or begging must have something to do with these mysterious things. But he did come through. Moreover, the traverser in that world seems to have some kind of connection with our world and the gods. Or rather, a similar existence. But that's not the point, maybe you don't understand what you're saying to me right now, but when you encounter this one day in the future, be sure to remember what I said to you here today. You can choose to listen carefully, and that's very important. Timod said with a serious face.

"You...... You say. Wright was a little nervous, and even used honorifics.

"Mystery is never far away from us, when the tide of machinery passes, humanity only covers everything beneath the surge with a brief development, and when the veil of crimson fog is lifted, we have to face the unreachable gods. Timod finished the passage in one breath, and even a little out of breath.

Wright, on the other hand, seemed to listen a little, and sat there thoughtfully.

It took about seven or eight seconds for Wright to slowly wake up from his thoughts. And his hand also inadvertently moved forward slowly, and finally his fingertips touched the second covered tarot card.

"I'm curious to see what the second card says to me. Wright whispered.

Timod, however, didn't say anything, just made a gesture of invitation with his hand, and half-leaned back in his chair and watched.

"Wheel of fortune, in order. Wright was a little surprised, he didn't know what the card was portending.

"It's a familiar tarot card, I remember when I first touched this thing, I drew this card. But not the second, but the third. And I'm inverse. That's why it's happening now. Timod said a little speechlessly, sighing.

"I'm a little curious about you now, uncle. Wright teased, looking at Timod in front of him with interest.

Wright noticed that in Timod's eyes, a sense of vicissitudes was revealed.

Originally, this uncle, who was almost fifty years old, had experienced most of his life, and in this era when it was not very stable, his age could be regarded as the advanced age of human beings.

Judging from its scarred face, its messy hair, its calluses from its injuries, and its staggering pace, Wright could almost conclude that the uncle in front of him had experienced many things that ordinary people had not experienced.

Naturally, he may have been exposed to mysterious and extraordinary things.

Moreover, Wright also saw a hint of familiarity in Timod.

"Well, Uncle Timod, you were once a soldier. Wright continued.

"Well, yes, you know that, did Mayor Mare tell you?" replied Timod casually.

"No, I guessed it myself, because I was in the Empire's army too. I can't make a mistake with that feeling you give me. ”

"You're right. I served for ten years in the army of the Empire, but not in the army of Avantlet, but in the army of the countries of the South. You know about that incident thirty years ago, I did come here from that day, and of course, I was looking for something. Timod recalled.

"The country to the south? You don't look like you're there. Your attire, your form, and your proficiency in the Great Winterley language, I can't believe it. Wright said, a puzzled look on his face.

"Now you can believe it. (The Chinese language of the Flame Empire.) Timod said abruptly in a change of language.

"What?" Wright was a little surprised, "..... you're talking about"

"Yes, the standard Flame Empire Chinese. Now you can believe it. Timod repeated.

"Although I know this ancient dragon language, you are the first person I have ever met to pronounce the voice to such a standard, except, of course, the merchants who have come to the Empire of Evenley. A look of adoration appeared on Wright's face.

He had a natural reverence for the language of the Flame Empire, and Timod in front of him was able to speak this ancient language so standardly, which really surprised him.

"You know what happened thirty years ago. At that time, the entire capital of the Yanhuo Empire died, and even the East was destroyed by the civil war in less and less than two years, and those who were proficient in the imperial Chinese language were fewer and fewer, more of a dialect. Unfortunately, my fate cannot be changed, as the wheel of fortune suggests, although I have been fighting, but nothing has come of it in the end. I searched for a man for thirty years, but unfortunately, even though I traveled through the Avantley Empire, I did not find the slightest trace of him. It's a pity. Timod said, covering her eyes with her hands, trying not to let the tears flow.

This mood lasted for several minutes, and it was not until the Western-style clock next to him struck ten times in quick succession that Timod was relieved of this emotion.

"I think we can talk about the future instead of history, which is the future of my card. Wright said, trying to soften the somewhat solemn atmosphere.

"Absolutely, I'm a little sorry. Timod said with some apologies:

"Wheel of Fortune, in place. It represents opportunity, luck, turnaround and progress. It's a very bright symbol, you have a bright path in front of you, and if you follow it, you won't lose anything, but you will gain a lot. Everything you've ever given will pay off. You are studying mysterious things, and in a few days, or in a few months, what you study and what you want to see, will appear and bring a good result. ”

Judging by Timod's analysis, this card is of great significance and the future is bright.

It was not difficult for Wright to see that look of envy in his eyes.

"Well, I see. Wright nodded and continued:

"The last one. ”

With that, he carefully turned over the last card that was holding.

"Priestess, reversed. Wright said.

"It represents ignorance and impulsiveness. You may not fully know what you want to see or what you are praying for, or it may be in the fog, or you may only get a glimpse of it, but you may be impulsive and produce some bad results. Timod analyzed.

"And what should I do?" Wright continued.

But Timod didn't answer him immediately, but first picked up the three tarot cards one by one, merged them with the other cards he had just thrown aside, and put them back in the box.

After dragging back into his seat, Timod first glanced carefully up and down at Wright, and then tapped the wooden table twice with his right hand before he said slowly:

"Combined with three cards, your future is actually quite bright. You are adventurous and good at researching new things. Even everything that makes people feel creepy. And if you are willing to choose them, you need to follow your research, and you can't give up, and you can't act with ignorance and impetuousness, so that your wishes or prayers will definitely get a good effect. ”

"I agree with that, so let's get down to business now. I'd like to see what I've found in the ruins here, and if possible, I'd like to go into the ruins for some clues that would at least help my research. Wright said, and there was a hint of sincerity in his words.

"It's not for anyone to be qualified to go in. Timod glanced at Wright with a slanted eye, and gently wiped the crystal ball on the side with his hand.

Suddenly, a faint red ripple formed from its middle and gradually spread outward.

"What do you mean by that? am I not qualified, or are you teasing me?" Wright shouted angrily at Timod.

He himself came with hope and purpose, so Timod, the unattractive uncle, chatted or divined with him, although he was unwilling in his heart, he still chose to accept it.

But at this point, he even talked about "qualifications" again, which Wright couldn't accept.

"I advise you to show your abilities and qualifications, or you will. Timod said with a little provocation.

"What will it be?" Wright asked heavily.

"Lost. Timod said, putting his left hand into the crystal ball in front of Wright.

Wright himself wanted to question something, but he suddenly found that his throat was unable to make any sound as if it had been poured some kind of glue.

In the blink of an eye of less than half a second, everything around Wright dissipated in an instant, replaced by a crimson mist.

"Where is this? Is he trying to hurt me?" Wright, thinking wildly about the possibilities, looked around.

The fog was like a dream hallucination, but a faint crimson breath poured in, more like some kind of flame burning.

He seemed to hear the sound of the water and the flames burning, and everything in front of him seemed to become more blurred under the interweaving of the two emotions of refreshment and heat.

It was like some unknown monster that was eating away at his consciousness with a tongue that was too long to see.