"I'm going to start, Mr. Venasson, that, you can relax a little more."

"The expression is relaxed...... Is it too stiff? Vinason suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and he quickly adjusted his state again.

"I've read in books that the body's movements of a model determine the quality of a painting, and whether the model is happy or not, the result of the picture is completely different." Faye Edwarder explained to herself, when she suddenly paused, "Sorry, I almost forgot, you studied art." ”

Venason smiled appropriately and didn't speak.

It was the first time that I was watched by a beautiful lady, and I felt like I had an indescribable feeling, as if a piece of cake had been looked at.

However, he didn't show it, only maintained a calm expression, the atmosphere of the moment.

......

Call! Fei exhaled heavily, she stood up and looked at the picture, her golden eyebrows quickly stretched.

"That's it!"

"So fast?"

Venason asked, curious, with some surprise, as he took out the pocket watch in his pocket and opened it with a click, the time just showing that 10 minutes had passed.

"It's a bit slow, I'm very serious about drawing, usually it only takes 5 minutes." Fei replied thoughtfully.

"Uh...... If the original owner had half of you, no, a third of the level, it would not have fallen off the list. ”

"What are you muttering?"

Fei tilted her head to look at Venasson, a stack of golden bangs hanging down in front of her forehead, which looked particularly beautiful in the sunlight.

"No... It's nothing. Venason replied vaguely.

"You're a great model, with a perfect look and expression, it's unbelievable, and I'd like to paint a portrait of you if I have the chance."

Fei glanced at the silver pocket watch hanging on the easel, the expression on her face changed slightly, and she continued with a sigh:

"Hmm...... Sorry, it's almost time for me to go out and paint. ”

"Me too, it's almost time to get on the steam train, and I'm looking forward to seeing you again." Vinason uses the Ghent subtle phrase, which is a gentleman's common goodbye to a lady.

Fei "um" and laughed very happily:

"I'm sure we'll see each other again, in the near future?"

In the near future?

Vinason chewed on the word silently, always feeling a little strange.

When he raised his head again, he found that there was no one under the plane tree, and the beautiful lady just now had left.

Faye Edward...... After reciting the name in his heart, Venason turned from Sycamore Avenue into the street full of elm trees, Elm Road!

This old stone brick road, which can accommodate three horse-drawn carriages running side by side, alternates with Silver Cross Road and Wutong Avenue, and is one of the landmark sections of the North Cross District, which has gone through two full eras, and is named after the dense elm trees along the roadside.

Most of the low-class people who lived on this street were street girls, and although a large number of women were not willing to sell their bodies, they were finally forced to choose the most unwilling route due to hunger, cold, disease, and other reasons.

In this case, the Kingdom has enacted laws prohibiting trade of an obscene nature, but in practice it has never really been regulated, and many single male police officers have even had the experience of finding street girls.

On the one hand, the face of the kingdom, and on the other hand, the chaotic desire, it seems that no matter what the world, it is inevitable.

Venason sighed lightly, dispelling the distractions in his mind, and walked to the bustling steam train platform not far ahead.

"Pie, delicious Faslanga potato pie for 2pence!"

"Fresh oyster soup, good oysters, sir, do you need a bowl, refreshed all night......"

"Fresh vegetable ...... from Ronch"

"Uncle, do you want to buy flowers?"

Venason stopped, looked down, and saw a little girl in ragged clothes, with a dirty skirt and a sallow face.

She carried a bamboo basket on her chest, which contained several white roses of Faslanca, winter irises, and Orleans blue-leaved vanilla.

Venason was stunned, smiled and bent down, stroked the frizzy short hair on his little head, and pulled a white rose from it.

"How much?"

"1pence."

The little girl's bright pale blue eyes were open, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light on her numb cheeks.

Venason took a copper penny from his pocket, put it in the palm of the little girl's hand, and sniffed the white rose.

"It's fragrant and beautiful!"

"Thank you."

The little girl opened her bloodless little mouth, and her face was full of happiness, like a little angel......

......

Here, as in Mink Street, there are all sorts of itinerant street vendors, shouting loudly and tirelessly beckoning travelers from the steam train platform to sell something.

Holding the brim of his hat with his right hand, Venason lowered his head and walked quickly through the bustling streets.

When we walked to the gate of the steam train station, there were three arched gates made of magnificent boulders, and behind the gate was a huge ticket plaza with many low tents set up in it, and it seemed that there were many small shops selling souvenirs.

"It's like riding a train while on Earth? There are also many shops inside the station. Venason glanced at the bustling waiting plaza in front of him and whispered to himself.

The acceptance letter said that platform 9643 was hidden in the middle of the third pillar of the steam train platform, and that I had to find it and go inside.

As the thought flickered, Venason leaned in, and as he was about to count the pillars inside, a hoarse voice suddenly came from his side.

"Do you want to divination?"

Subconsciously turning his head, Venason saw a man in a low tent wearing a pointed hat and a black hooded robe.

His face was painted with a confluence of colors, his eyes were dark, but his legs were not very sharp, and he had a cane next to him.

"No, no need, thank you." Venason shook his head in reply.

Irene's divination has a shadow now, not to mention that I still have to find the 9643 transcendent steam train platform, how can I have time for divination.

The man grinned:

"My divination is very accurate, and I can get a glimpse of many things that you can't see, such as fate, are you sure you don't want to give it a try?"

"Destiny ......"

Vinason was stunned for a moment, this magic stick always feels very similar to himself in some aspects!

When I met in the royal court in the old days, it was such a similar set of words that scared the three people of the county lord, the deep sea, and fate......

Thinking of this, he suddenly had a new idea, to see how the professional masters fooled themselves, and when the time came, he could fully reproduce them and prepare them to be used at the next party.

"You can give it a try, but only if the price is reasonable."

The middle-aged man wearing a pointed hat and oil paint on his face suddenly shook his head: "We have signed a contract with the steam train station to provide free divination for passengers, free of charge." ”

Gratis?

When I was in Huaxia, I understood a truth, free is the most expensive!

Venason muttered silently, and he stooped into the low tent, set aside his suitcase and a white rose, and sat down on the cushions.

Inside the tent, there are many wooden shapes like hang tags, such as birds, stars, moons, doors, etc., and many strange symbols are painted on them, and they shine brightly in the dim environment.

The soothsayer with a pointed hat took out a match and lit three silver and white candles, which made the whole tent instantly feel a little more mysterious in the dim flickering candle flame.

Venason quietly swept the three candles, and his spiritual intuition told him that there were no dripping essential oils, herbal powders, and other spiritually rich materials on them.

"Instead of a cleric who touches supernatural powers, he should be someone interested in divination, or a charlatan?" The corners of Venason's mouth curled slightly.

"Take this thread!"

"Line?" In a trance, Venason suddenly found that he had picked up a thin black thread in his hand.

"Don't worry, this is called lead divination, which comes from the spiritual pendulum divination, but the spiritual pendulum is removed, and the human body is directly linked with a line, acting as a spiritual pendulum, and the fate will be more specific."

The middle-aged soothsayer said in a low voice, pulling the other section of the black line with his right hand, his fingertips constantly moving.

"Do you feel anything?"

"No?" Venason replied subconsciously, feeling nothing other than feeling the black lines shaking.

The soothsayer's face was squirming with intercolored oil paint, and he said with a smile:

"Now, I'm communicating with your destiny and interpreting the symbolism."

Venason was obviously taken aback, and immediately asked vigilantly:

"Wait...... Interpreting something, you won't charge extra, right? ”

The soothsayer wearing the pointed hat was suddenly stunned for a moment, and his face was slightly iron-clad:

"It's all free."

"That's fine, I can accept no charge." Vinason relieved himself and looked back on the black line, this time, he inexplicably felt a sense of vertigo.

"Alright."

The dizziness was fleeting, and the middle-aged soothsayer withdrew the black line, looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly said:

"Your Destiny ......"

As a clergyman, Vinason was somewhat in awe of the snooping power generated in the occult, and even though the person in front of him was not a clergyman who touched the supernatural powers, he still wanted to hear the results.

"Your fate is wonderful, no other problems." The soothsayer nodded, then turned up and smiled.

I feel like you're playing tricks on me......

The muscles in Venathan's face twitched, and he took a deep breath.

"The present and the future are very harmonious destinies, but ...... Your past seems to be obscured by some kind of fog. ”

"A foggy past?"

Venason stared at the face in front of him hidden under the rounded cap, the candle flame reflected in the oil paint, looking so incongruous.

"You can spy on my past?"

"It's not me, it's it!" The soothsayer spread his palms and showed the black ball of thread in front of Venathan's eyes, his voice becoming more and more hoarse, "It's just a divination. ”

"In ancient times, the thin black thread was called the secret thread."

"In the past, present, and future, everyone's fate is connected by a black thread, and this black line intersects with the black lines of other people, forming a web of destiny, and everyone is in the grid, and is pulled by fate in the dark."

The soothsayer pressed the tip of the black thread with his fingertips, stirring one end, and the other end trembled slightly, slowly shaking the whole thread rapidly, as if it were a long black nematode jumping around.

After a moment's turn, the finger leaves, and the thread immediately loses its strength to support the movement, and after doing all this, the soothsayer raises his head again and looks deeply into Venason with black eyes.

"Do you see?"

"Great divination." Venason thought for a moment.

The soothsayer nodded slowly, stood up and lifted the cloth door of the tent, and the strong sunlight shone in, stabbing Vinathan, who was facing away from it, instinctively narrowed his eyes.

Woo –

A whistle echoed around every corner of the platform, and on the railroad tracks not far away, a huge monster-like steam train slowly stopped.