I thought it was a science-minded society, after all, you all yearn for the stars and the sea...... Douglas took a sip from his teacup and lamented the high occult concentration in this world.

For example, divination, although only the extraordinary can get more accurate revelations, but with the birth of solitaire and the tarot cards popularized by Russell, divination gradually expanded from occult means to a popular entertainment.

He propped his head and pretended to flip through the books, but in fact he eavesdropped on their calculations. Astrolabe divination is a kind of astrology, which involves a very complex reversal and calculation of the operating states of planets and constellations, and ordinary people can also try to interpret it, which is a great test of mathematical skills and knowledge reserves.

And for the extraordinary of certain paths, there are some parameters that can be judged by a spiritual intuition, which is relatively easy.

After listening for a long time, Douglas could tell that they seemed to be calculating the "birth chart" for the newborn child, trying to judge whether the child's life would go well by predicting the future trajectory of the planet.

As long as education is in place, your middle-class children should not be too overwhelmed...... Douglas complained silently, resisting the urge to help the other party do the math.

The astrolabe divination did not involve asking for a request to the gods, so it was unlikely to provoke strange things, and the danger level was very low, so he was not prepared to intervene with the other party, but just took out the notebook and pen he bought on the road and recorded this situation.

After all, it is a work that has to be reported, and everything that involves the occult has to be remembered. And the devil knows if these people will die after trying astrolabe divination, and want to play some other, more dangerous divination, anyway, put it on the watch list first.

Those few people didn't know that they had been written down in a small notebook, and they still flipped through the ephemeris for a while, and it took more than ten minutes to come up with a satisfactory result. By this time, it was late, tomorrow was still a working day, and most of the people had already left. Douglas flipped through two volumes of introductory books and was about to return the book and leave, but he didn't expect to meet the man who had just met his eyes in the reference room.

The other party obviously recognized him, and stretched out his hand with a smile, as if he wanted to get acquainted: "Hello, I'm Eton. Vodog. ”

Douglas politely shook his hand, introduced himself, and then pretended to be interested and asked, "I'm sorry I just bothered you." However, the content of your chat really appealed to me, can I ask me what you were doing at the time? ”

"Oh, you don't have to care." Eton raised his hand and stroked his brown sideburns, and smiled quite smugly, "Just now we were doing astrolabe divination for a friend's child, well, you should know that this requires a lot of information to make an accurate judgment." ”

"All I know is that it's quite complicated, and I'm afraid only a knowledgeable person like you can master it." Douglas led the way, "I've tried before, well, things like card divination, but unfortunately none of them turned out to be convincing. Maybe I don't have the talent for it. ”

They chatted about the topic as they walked out together. Eton was an expressive man and generously shared some of his experience in divination.

"Maybe it's the gods, but I've always had a ...... in that regard Special intuition. Eaton chuckled, took a tin cigarette case from his pocket and handed it over. Douglas politely refused, and when he looked at the other party and lit a cigarette, he said to himself that you better pray that your god will bless you more, have you heard of the coc running group, sir, it is not a good thing that the inspiration is too high.

Of course, in this extraordinary world, such appearances do represent talent: both the gift of being extraordinary and the gift of death. Those who can see more than the average person tend to be more curious, and the process of exploring the unknown is never safe.

Douglas felt as if he understood part of the meaning of the hobbyist association of surveillance. Astrology is a major branch of the occult, and if you are exposed to more things, you will inevitably be exposed to things that should not be touched.

For example, my last employer, Peter. Thomson, I forgot to ask if this guy is still alive...... I hope people are okay...... Douglas silently prayed a few words in his heart for this unlucky friend.

Eaton didn't know what he was thinking, took a few deep puffs of cigarette with a look of satisfaction, and swallowed the clouds for a long time before turning to him: "Hehe, my colleagues always advise me to quit cigarettes. The goddess is above! I said I'd rather have my lungs filled with tobacco, or at least it would be more pleasant than the air of Beckland. ”

You're a goddess believer, and I'm going to see the night watchman tomorrow...... Douglas smiled tolerantly and looked up at the sky: "I think the Your Excellency of the Air Governance Committee has worked hard enough, at least we can still see the red moon clearly." ”

That's all you can see. He looked critically at the red moon, which seemed to be covered with a thin veil, and felt that it was good to watch it as a spectacle, and how to look at it like this every day was not pleasing to the eye.

Eaton nodded approvingly: "yes, I have to say that Beckland's terrible climate has caused a lot of people to overlook the beauty that is really worth admiring...... Every summer the association organizes a trip to the countryside to see the clear night sky, well, then you will know what a wide world we live in! Trust me, it's going to be a view you'll never forget. ”

"Of course, I'm very much looking forward to it, and I just hope that my boss will approve my leave request when the time comes."

"Haha, that's why I chose the profession of public school teacher......"

The two kept chatting and walked to the street before saying goodbye to each other. Eaton. Voug looked very happy, and walked briskly towards the bus stop. Douglas silently took out his notebook and jot down more information about his new friend by the light of the gas lamp.

The signs in the conversation just now convinced him that Eaton was not an extraordinary person, and that he had not even been exposed to the extraordinary world, but was just an ordinary person with a slightly higher inspiration and a penchant for looking at the stars. As for whether the other party will gradually deviate in the future, Douglas feels that even if this kind of thing is reported, he is still responsible for guiding it in the end, so it is better to start with the other party as a friend.

He watched as the other party got into the public carriage and left safely, then turned and walked towards another station for the North District.

Fernand had already drunk a little too much. Of course, such drunkenness is the norm for him, and as a believer in the Lord of the Storm and a sailor who has run ships at sea, he is convinced that spirits are a symbol of man and can provide him with more energy than he can imagine, so he always drinks it in excess.

The bar is more lively after dark, and many bounty hunters start to come and go, looking for targets or squandering their freshly earned bounty in order to relax. Those who knew Fernand well enough to make a beeline for his right-hand side and make small talk to the intelligence dealer.

Without exception, they were all recommended by Fernand to the woman who was looking for Fersak, Winkel. Agassius' bounty. Bounty hunters are interested in this easy and lucrative task, and even in the good-looking woman in the portrait herself.

Many people half-jokingly asked Fernand about the woman, such as whether she was a down-and-out lady and whether she had been the mistress of a merchant who secretly eloped for a little white face. Stories like this always capture the greatest imagination.

Fernand drank glass by glass in the midst of all the noise, and listened to the sailors and bounty hunters begin to turn the conversation to the bed, and his squinted eyes stole a glance at the entrance of the staircase upward, and laughed inwardly at the short-sightedness of others.

None of you have ever seen a real woman...... He leaned back on the bar and thought leisurely about the street girls of Rune and the noisy dancers of the Red Theater...... What kind of woman is that? Bah! Real Woman, Real ......

He suddenly got up, squeezed through the jubilant crowd, and stepped up the staircase. He has his own room on the second floor of the bar. Fernand went all the way to the depths. As the hustle and bustle downstairs faded away, he burped and exhaled a breath of turbidity, and suddenly shivered, feeling the blood that had been rushing to his lower limbs in his imagination gradually cool.

However, he had reached the door of the room, the old wooden floor creaking with his steps. Fernand hesitated, and was about to turn away, when the people in the room seemed to notice. A soft, languid voice came from behind the door: "Come in." ”

The moment he heard this voice, Fernand involuntarily retreated half a step back.

His gaze wandered a few times, but he finally reached out his palm, pressed the doorknob and gently pushed the door open, and walked into his room with his head down.

The room was fitted with gas pipes and lighting fixtures, but at the moment there was only one candle lit, and the light was dim and flickering. On one side of the candle was a cracked mirror, and on the other side, at the table, was a beautiful woman with black hair and waist-length sitting.

Seeing Fernand standing by the door, she held her cheeks and asked softly, "What's the matter?" ”

Fernand did not dare to look directly at the woman who occupied his room, and his already clumsy body bent harder to show respect. He rubbed his hands a little awkwardly and replied in a low voice, "No, it's nothing, I just wanted to tell you...... The commission, the commission has been released, a lot of bounty hunters are interested in it, and I will be able to find her for you soon! I swear! ”

The woman chuckled when she heard this: "That's good. Fernand, why don't you look up at me? ”

There seemed to be some kind of magic in her words, and Fernand, who had gradually calmed down, re-experienced the feeling of being hot-headed. He slowly raised his gaze, licking his gaze all the way up the thin white ankles of the woman who appeared in the field of vision, brushing over the ambiguous shadows under the skirt, and then sweeping over the bumpy figure wrapped in the cloth, and finally landing on the woman's face.

The excess alcohol he drank seemed to burn in his veins. Fernand stared blankly at the woman's face, at the corners of the other's lips slightly hooked, showing a light smile.

"When you do find her, I don't mind giving you a small reward. Go ahead, keep my secrets, there's nothing to bother me these days, you know? ”

"Good, good......" Fernand swallowed hard, loudly, with a strange expression on his face that was half reverent, half greedy, "everything is according to your wishes, Miss Cortina......"

He left the room backwards.