Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Crappy Soothsayer
Pale brown eyes shimmered, and Bill needed to be more vigilant when facing women.
"Viscount Goode disappeared without a trace because of his entanglement with women, and I was in trouble because of women. γ
"I'm ashamed to say that I'm actually a well-known soothsayer, and if you pay me a little money, I can help you get rid of the evil. β
The red-haired woman stared at Bill's forehead as if there was really something there, and when she mentioned that she was a soothsayer, she hesitated, as if she wasn't too confident to know what she was looking at.
"Fortune teller?"
"So you're a witch?"
Moving his gaze downward, he saw that this woman was well developed, and the unique maturity and sexiness of the woman on her face and chest were just that her behavior and tone were seriously inconsistent with her appearance, and he couldn't tell her specific age.
"No! I'm not! I'm not a witch! Don't talk nonsense!"
The red-haired woman vetoed it with a flickered expression, and refused to admit it with both hands and feet.
"Oh, that's a liar. β
"Don't follow me anymore, there used to be a fat man who used to talk after me, and then he ......"
"Forget it, I don't have anything to say to you. β
Bill suddenly retracted, turned away, and continued on his way to his destination.
According to the teachings of the Church, all human beings with special powers are sorcerers, but the men and women who call themselves soothsayers in the market are liars.
They don't really possess special abilities, so it seems uncertain whether a soothsayer is a wizard or not.
According to the Book of Shadows, true soothsayers never give divination to ordinary people, nor do they reveal the future.
However, there are many ignorant people who believe in the words of the soothsayers, and they are unlucky, so they want to use some occult methods to improve their luck, or go well in exams, and get promoted and raised.
People are like this, they are obviously afraid of the mystery, but they are eager to use it to bring them good luck, so the profession of fortune teller has been handed down, and they operate secretly in the corners of the city.
The soothsayers on the market are generally handled by the police, and the church and witch hunters don't bother to pay attention to this group of people.
"Sir, I didn't lie to you, my divination is really effective!"
"Although I can only get vague information, I know that if you don't find a way to break the bad luck right away, the bad luck will ...... in the next second"
βShitοΌβ
Stepping on a puddle of dog poop and the entire sole of the shoe is glued.
β...... Befall. β
The red-haired woman finally said this.
β......β
"Woman, name!"
Rubbing the soles of his shoes on a clean dirt road, although these shoes were not new, and he could afford to buy a brand new pair of leather shoes, he didn't want to wear a pair of shit-stained shoes to find someone who wanted to kill himself!
"This woman, doesn't seem to be a liar?"
"My name is Esther Spade, sir, and you may call me a miraculous soothsayer, a soothman of doom, a great and beautiful savior. β
"God gave me the eye to discover so that I could save the wretched people who are suffering in this world. β
Seeing that the man in front of her began to believe in herself, Esther began to talk more, unconsciously revealing the essence of deception.
"Sir, you should now give me my name, and be grateful......"
She chattered and exuded a magic stick as she slowly walked towards Bill, only to suddenly close her mouth and swallow as she spoke.
Esther shuddered a little, for she suddenly saw a pair of eyes approaching, cold and fierce, dangerous and crazy.
"Hmmm......"
Retracting his grumpy mood, Bill slowly walked towards Esther.
Now he is no longer the poor boy who was weak and uncontrollable.
As a result of maintaining a fit and eating a healthy diet, and perhaps also because of the many reconstitutions of his body, Bill has grown in height, his cheeks are no longer sunken, and his body is more shapely and thicker.
At least now when he looks in the mirror, he doesn't worry about early thanks, and at the same time exudes a mature aura that doesn't match his youthful face.
Suddenly, her arms pressed against the cold wall, and Esther was forced to the wall.
"Then ask Miss Esther, the miraculous soothsayer, the ward of doom, and the great and beautiful savior. β
"Please tell me, what can I do to break my fate and keep bad luck away?"
It was still a long and dark alley, pedestrians hurried by, the hustle and bustle was far away, a dark cloud was carried away by the wind, and the sun hit Bill again, isolating the light and shadow.
Esther stared nervously at the man, her heart suddenly starting to beat faster and her face flushed.
This man's face is a little pale and cold, but surprisingly delicate and coordinated, behind the brown glass lenses, the dark golden eyes are cold and deep, and the beard on the upper and lower lips also looks sexy and charming.
Suddenly, she was stunned......
"Huh. β
Rolling his eyes, Bill withdrew his arm and distanced himself from Estra, not too close to the others, which was dangerous.
"That's, that'......"
"I have Doom Transfer Coin here, and Calamity Substitute Doll!"
"For example, if you are afraid that the bad luck is too strong to be transferred cleanly, I also have a package recommendation, which only needs a gold pound......"
Esther trembled and took out a few things from the cloth bag around her waist, including the amulet of the magic circle, the iron skull coin, the transfer pendant, and two ugly dolls made of straw......
Bill is familiar with these things.
Although this was his first time seeing an entity, the Book of Shadows had a lot of information and research on the sorcery and items used to transfer calamity, but the common items on the market did not have the ability to transfer calamity.
And Williams also came to other conclusions.
Only the cursed doom can be lifted by the transfer of calamity, and if he is born with bad luck, then it seems that he has only one choice but to reincarnate.
Forced use of witchcraft to transfer bad luck, when the transferred person has experienced bad luck, the bad luck will not disappear, but will become stronger, continue to pass on, and finally return to the original person.
Bill didn't know how Williams came to this conclusion, but nothing was wrong with the witchcraft depicted in the Book of Shadows so far.
These inferior props can only cheat money and have no practical value.
"Good. β
Bill snorted coldly, and his cold gaze without the slightest emotion penetrated through the brown lenses, which frightened Esther's heart, and even the coins in his hand fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
"So, then what ......do you need?"
"Don't follow me, and don't sell those useless fakes, the next person who sees through your bad lies won't be as kind as me. β
"Huh?"
"Take the money and get out. β
Turning and continuing towards the end of the alley, a gold pound streaked through the air, leaving a beautiful parabola.
Esther hurriedly reached for the gold pound, but when she looked away for a moment and put the gold pound into the cloth bag, she looked up again, and the man had disappeared without a trace.
"Missing ......"
"What a strange man. β
Esther also turned and walked out of the dark alley, returning to the crowd again.
The sunlight on Flea Street was a little dazzling, and she walked blankly in the direction of the North District leading to the outside of the city, the colorful lines on her body still swaying from side to side, and her figure was out of place with the people around her.
The shouting on the street continued, and she walked for about ten minutes, and she could already see the factories outside the city that kept emitting black smoke.
Esther gradually stopped, and suddenly remembered something important.
"It's broken!"
"I forgot to tell him that he must not go deep into that alley!"
"He's going to die!"