The night was as gloomy and oppressive as ever.

The carriage carrying the two knights drove through the bleak Narcissus Street towards another corner of the Tello district.

"Hah...... Well, where is that place? Draenor couldn't help but yawn, and he even regretted that he had decided to go with the captain to the so-called "soothsayer's" residence to investigate the whereabouts of the missing child. Compared to this, it is much more practical to obediently return to the watchtower and sort out the investigation records first.

"Be patient, it's not far, 40 Mikhail Street, it's only a few minutes." Dino said as he rested his elbows on the window frame and rested his chin on his chin as he slowly chewed on the black powder.

"Okay......" Draenor rubbed his eyes and subconsciously pinched his elbow, hoping to stay awake. After a moment's pause, he pulled out his pocket watch and squinted at the numbers the hour hand pointed.

"Twelve-twenty...... That place won't be closed, will it? ”

"It's not a store, it's not closed." Dino explained impatiently, spitting out the cloded powder out of the window, turning his head and spreading his hands on his thighs, "Most people are used to going there at night for divination, after all, some visitors only think of asking him for help after doing something unforgiving. We're early, and if we're a little bit late, no matter how much money we spend, we won't be in line. ”

Row number? It's also decent...... Draenor smiled bitterly, it seemed that unreliable tricks like divination were quite popular in Celton. If only Vickyli might have mastered the ability to foresee the future in dreams...... Maybe you can open a store and make a lot of money?

Never mind...... There are many ways to make money, so let's keep our minds on the right path. He shook his head, dispelling the unrealistic thought.

"It's time to get there, gentlemen. It's hard to travel at night, so let's pay a fee! ”

Dino pushed the car door, took out two deli and handed them to the coachman, pointed to the street where only the street lights were left, and said to Delanor: "You look for a place first, and I'll come later." ”

"Hmm......" Draenor nodded reluctantly, feeling like he was being caught up in some mysterious and unknown activity, and he squinted as he walked forward at the rows of barely legible signs on the side of the road.

“…… 36…… 38…… Number 40, found. ”

Walking to the most dilapidated street sign, he finally stopped and turned his head to look at the signboard in the corresponding position.

"Rasmod's Palace of Forgiveness."

By the dim light of the fire, Draenor could read the words carved into the wooden sign. The word "Rasmode" is somewhat familiar, and it is only one letter different from the legendary demon "Asmodeus", I don't know if it is just a personal name or has some other meaning.

"What are you doing? Go knock on the door and take a look. Dino tightened his purse and walked forward, holding Draenor by the back and pushing him towards the door, "That old fellow only receives one person at a time, organize the language, and go back quickly." ”

Walking up the low stone staircase to the door, and about to grab the knocker, Draenor noticed that the door was ajar, leaving a gap for a hand to insert, as if he had expected his arrival.

Even so, he knocked on the door out of politeness, and after a few seconds passed, no one answered.

"Ahem...... The knights of the Greyhound Expedition came to visit. He straightened his back, and the words seemed to be engraved into every nerve.

"Chadwick. Draenor, I've been waiting for you for a long time...... In. ”

Swallowing reflexively, Draenor looked back and saw Dino nodding without thinking so much, pushing open the door and walking in.

After taking a few steps in the darkness, a smell similar to burning feathers came to my nose. It's a confined space, but you can always feel a breeze coming from nowhere, and the smell of burning seems to be blowing from a certain direction.

I don't know if it's because of the light, the room is so clean that it's even empty. There is only a neat floor on the ground, which makes people feel bored, and if you look closely, there seem to be some irregular totems on it.

"Don't touch it!"

The mysterious voice issued a warning to him, and Draenor quickly retracted his fingers and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"That's right, just standing there. It is recommended that you close your eyes first. ”

Draenor didn't dare to move, and after looking around for a moment, he closed his eyes as the other had done.

Hiss...... Rumble!

The sound of burning fuses sounded around him, and through his eyelids, he noticed a wall of light rushing in front of him, and the scorching heat forced him to raise his hand to cover it. It took a long time for the light to fade and stabilize to a level acceptable to the naked eye.

When I opened my eyes, a golden carpet had been rolled out in the room, and in the center of the carpet sat an old man, in other words, a middle-aged man with a white beard. He was dressed in a leaf-like robe, with white sleeves hanging down to the ground, and he touched the flames that were still moving, but showed no sign of ignition.

"Sit down, don't be afraid, these flames can't consume human life."

After a moment's hesitation, Draenor took a step, walked in the direction the man pointed by the flames, and sat cross-legged beside him.

“…… Do you know my name? ”

Although it seemed to be expected, Draenor still felt a little strange, maybe the captain had told him his name before? But at that time, he was obviously not familiar with Dino...... However, it also seems to be the most basic professional requirement for a soothsayer.

"Not only by name, but I also know that you are from Canaan and a soldier of Eichenryde."

Again, Delaenor's Adam's apple sank downward, and he noticed the other man's eyes, deep and hollow, like dark paint glued to the canvas.

"Don't be too surprised, it's my job, and there's so much more to it than that." The man tapped his fingers against his eyeballs, and there was a crisp echo like a wooden block, and it was obvious that the two orbs embedded in the eye sockets were prosthetic eyes.

"They can't see anything?" Draenor asked unconsciously, pausing for a moment to realize how rude his question was.

"Yes, 'they' can't see anything. But I always have another way. The man smiled bitterly and tapped his chest with his hand, "The heart, this is the most trustworthy visual organ of man. ”

The soothsayer stretched out a withered finger towards the flattering flame beside him, gently pinched it as if it were dipped in water, and threw it into the corner of the blanket.

The flames flickered quickly and regularly like living creatures, like a conscious paintbrush, outlining a mass of lines and disappearing into Kongzheng

"Caesar......" Draenor whispered, looking at the burnt handwriting.

"That's right, Caesar. Rasmod, that's my full name...... Rasmod is my last name, which my father left behind, representing who I am in this life. The man explained to the other that his lips were not moving visibly and that the sound seemed to come directly from his throat.

Draenor was silent for a moment, all this was indeed more bizarre than expected, there was no flame of temperature, and the other party revealed his identity without warning...... All the phenomena proved to him that the man in front of him was a false soothsayer.

"Who is this world?" He asked the other party in a skeptical tone, "You are a soothsayer, could it be that you have another identity?" ”

"Hehehe...... Too much, my child, too much......" The soothsayer chuckled, his eyelids covering his dull eyes and shaking his head.

"The wandering soothsayer, the doppelganger of the gods...... But I would rather call it 'salvation' than that.