"There are three days left until the New Year." Agnes couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the busy dock city in the morning.

"I don't think you counted today." Lani spoke up when she heard Agnes's words.

Agnes couldn't help but pause for a moment, and shook her head with a smile.

"No, I didn't count the last day of December." She casually explained, ignoring Lani's quizzing gaze and casting her gaze on the old man on the bench by the flower bed in the square.

It was an old man who looked to be sixty or seventy years old, but with dark eyes, dressed like a gentleman of the standard Rune, with a kind and kind face, and a black felt cloth spread out at his side, and cards with dark blue back patterns were stacked on top of it.

Angnes leaned closer to Lani and whispered something in her ear, and Lani couldn't help but glance at Agnes with a strange look on her face, then turned and walked towards the side of the street.

Agnes, on the other hand, walked towards the old man and sat down on the other side of the deck.

"This lady, do you want to try tarot divination?" The old man looked at Agnes and said with a smile that looked particularly kind.

Agnes glanced at the pile of cards that the old man had messily placed on the newspaper beside her, and the only face-up card had a roulette wheel that took up most of the area, and the tip of the sword in the angel's hand above the roulette wheel was pointing at her.

"There's no need for a complete divination," Agnes smiled as she looked up into the old man's eyes, "for my question, just drawing a card is enough." ”

The old man smiled and nodded, and skillfully shuffled the cards and placed them on the black felt cloth.

Agnes calmly watched the old man's movements, picked up the top card and turned it over.

"Demon card, upright." Agnes whispered.

Closer to Agnes, the sharp horns were dark green, and the skeletal figure at his feet clutched the chains around his neck in pain.

"No, it's reversed." The old man picked up the pile of cards on one side, grabbed the whole felt cloth, and turned the side that was originally facing him to Angnes.

"Tsk, who's the soothsayer? Who is the Diviner? Agnes couldn't help but laugh and looked up at the old man, "Well, I don't think there's any need to interpret it. ”

"You're gentler than I thought." The old man said as he looked up at Agnes' gray-blue eyes.

"I thought you were because ...... Only when you know something will you choose to meet me. Agnes watched the old man stack the cards in his hand on the black felt cloth, and couldn't help but say out loud.

"No, I don't know," the old man shrugged, "it's just because something good happens if I come here today......"

Agnes couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

"Well, just kidding," said the old man, looking at Agnes' somewhat speechless expression, with a laugh, "of course I have heard of it, and it brings painful pleasures, never-ending anticipation, and hidden gods. ”

Listening to the old man's words, Agnes couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "I don't know this. ”

The old man blinked and said, "As long as it can be pointed, and the person pointing is willing to respond, then it is effective, isn't it?" ”

"Well, that makes sense." Agnes casually picked up the demon card that was turned over beside her, "Then why is it good to see me?" Most soothsayers should not want to encounter this card. ”

"But receiving such a revelation is unavoidable, isn't it?" The old man smiled and put the demon cards back into the pile, handing the whole deck to Agnes, "I thought you might have something to do with what I've been waiting for, but so far, it's not like that. ”

"Then it seems that it is a bad thing to meet me today." Agnes sighed slightly.

"No, that's a good thing." The old man said.

He looked at Agnes' confused eyes as if she wanted to open her mouth to ask something, and added, "I shouldn't have told you this." ”

"Well," Angnes nodded, "you're a little more honest than I thought. ”

"You're likely to prefer a more honest way of communicating." The old man said.

"Yes, that's true," Agnes thought for a moment and nodded firmly, "Then I have a question about the School of Life and the Church ......of Mother Earth God."

"Oh, when a man succeeds, there are always many people who get some inspiration from that person's success," said the old man meaningfully, "except for the plotter, you should be the only one who knows what the key to this matter is, and I am just a poor butler who is busy reconciling all kinds of contradictions every day." ”

Agnes couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, she raised her head a little helplessly, and her gaze stopped at Lani, who was walking towards the square.

She turned to the old man with a slight smile and said, "I just asked Lani to buy two cones, do you want to eat them?" ”

The old man's face froze for a moment, then put on a serious expression and said slowly, "Ma'am, it is a very unladylike act to use ice cream to tempt an elderly person with a fragile digestive system. ”

Agnes reached out and took the cone from Lani's hand and shrugged, "It's so tiring to be a lady. ”

She turned her head, picked up one of them and licked it, and lifted the other up.

"So, do you want to eat?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yes." ”

......

"There's news from Fenerport City that we're going to wait until after the New Year to officially implement the Paganey Act." Lord Bartlet, with his light brown half-length curly hair, said to the young gentleman in front of him with a hint of a mocking smile.

"Mr. Lord......" the young gentleman sighed helplessly, but his face became stunned.

"Oh, or should I call it the Protection of Trade and Commerce from Unlawful Restrictions and Monopolies Act." Lord Bartlet's smile was restricted, and his face became a little more serious, and he spoke, "The most important of these is that it is unlawful for any contract, by form of union or other form of association or conspiracy, to restrict trade or commerce between states and counties, or with foreign countries. ”

"After half a year of going through the process, it's time to really show the results," the young gentleman whispered, "and the impact always comes much earlier than the results of the process." ”

"In fact, the difference between drizzle and storm is the impact before the results are compared to the impact after the results." Lord Bartlet whispered.

"County Diece is an important area bordering Fenneport and Rune, and there will inevitably be a lot of turmoil after the law is officially implemented," Lord Bartlet's gaze was fixed on the young gentleman, "You should understand that the 'District Attorney' was not originally created for those scattered cases. ”

"The stage you should be on may soon have a new name, such as the Economic Court."