Chapter 665: Date of Death

Although there were few members, the Crow Club actually kept quite a few crows, and even the oil paintings hanging on the corridor walls were images of crows. And when Xia De and Sister Devlin, led by the man, saw the legendary boy in the study deep in the house, what Xia De first noticed was the crow in the birdcage hanging at the door.

With pitch-black feathers and red eyes, it flapped its wings in the birdcage incessantly after the three of them entered the room, seeming very uneasy.

The man who led the way did not stay in the room for long and left after introducing the owner of the room to the guests this time.

The study door closed behind Xia De, and it was somewhat dim inside the study. It was clearly daytime, but the curtains were all drawn, relying only on the gas lamps on the walls on both sides to illuminate. And the lampshades of the gas lamps seemed not to have been wiped for a long time, which made the light appear exceptionally dim.

Coupled with the sound of crows flapping their wings from time to time, and the smell of strange spices burning in the study, it really looked like a professional fortune-teller's room.

The study was large, divided into two parts: the bookshelf and desk in the east, and the sofa set in the west. Only the two gas lamps in the west were on, and the so-called "boy" was sitting on the long sofa waiting for the two.

Xia De pushed the wheelchair, letting the metal wheels roll over the red carpet. He sat down on the long sofa opposite the boy, not in the center of the sofa but on one side, because the wheelchair was parked on the outside of the sofa.

On the coffee table between him and the boy, two cups of steaming tea had already been placed. It seemed that they had calculated that the guests who made an appointment would arrive at this time, and knew that two people would come.

But the "boy" didn't look like a boy. Although he was sitting, one could estimate his height to be about 5 feet (about 1.52m). His limbs were abnormally thick, but his body looked very thin. Not only that, his head had a volume completely out of proportion to his body. Although he wore a headscarf, Xia De could still see that he had no hair.

He wore a pair of glasses on his face, and his two thick hands were clasped together on his legs. While Xia De was sizing him up, he was also sizing up Xia De. This made Xia De very suspicious that the other party was not a boy at all, but an underdeveloped adult.

【First Tier or Second Tier.】

"Hello, I am John Watson, and this is my sister Mary Watson."

While Xia De spoke, Sister Devlin, wearing a veil, nodded slightly. Because the room was too dim, the nun sitting there really looked like an exquisite life-sized doll. After all, her hands exposed outside were too perfect under the dim yellow gas lamp light.

"Sorry, Mary has had some small problems with her legs since she was a child, so her personality is a bit introverted and she is not very willing to talk to strangers. This time, I will communicate with you."

Xia De exerted his excellent acting ability and believed he really had a talent for it.

"Understandable."

The "boy" said. His voice was very green, which was the only thing that sounded like a real boy.

"May I ask how to address you?"

Xia De asked politely.

"Joey Barton, they usually call me Little Joey, or Mr. Barton."

The boy said again. Because this sentence was relatively long, his accent could be identified as a very authentic local Midhillburg accent. In contrast, Xia De's accent leaned toward the Tobesk accent, and Sister Devlin's accent had always been standard Delarion standard language.

"Very happy to see you on this gloomy Sunday morning, Mr. Barton."

Xia De glanced at Sister Devlin in the wheelchair beside him again:

"Coming to visit this time is mainly for my sister. I have heard of your affairs, and I also know your strange ability, so I want to know, what exactly is Mary's future... I am really worried about her. She reads books at home every day, occasionally tends to flowers or teases the orange cat I keep. Other than that, she is rarely willing to let servants push her to the manor... cough, I mean to the street for a walk, so I came to you, wanting to know what exactly her future is like."

Using the identity of an "aristocrat who does not want to reveal his identity" to explain the slightly strange behavior so far, and adding doubts to himself, was more conducive to concealing his identity.

"Mr. Watson, do you want to change the future?"

Joey Barton asked, his black eyes staring at Xia De. There was a sense of fatigue in those eyes, and he didn't know how the other party was already tired so early.

Xia De shook his head immediately:

"No, no, I just want to know the future, at least to be mentally prepared before that day comes."

As he spoke, he took out the envelope prepared in advance containing money and placed it beside the teacup on the coffee table.

Joey Barton's eyes swept over the envelope:

"Alright, I can divine the fate of death for you."

"That's truly great. Do I need to prepare anything in advance? I heard that fortune-tellers from the Fortune-Telling Association even need to provide the specific time of birth to divine."

"No, it doesn't have to be that troublesome. My eyes can tell me the answer directly."

"That's great, what is the answer?"

Xia De asked curiously. Barton paused, pursed his lips; his lips were very thick:

"It's not that you can get the answer by looking at it once; it requires the cooperation of some simple rituals. However, before that, I can use other divination methods to calculate your fate. Understanding you better can increase the success rate of divining death."

He bent down from under the coffee table and touched out a set of divination cards. Then he arranged the divination cards in a row of nine on the coffee table.

His right hand signaled for Xia De to pick one at random. Xia De considered it and picked the one in the upper right corner, and after flipping it open, it was actually 【Death】.

"Hmm?"

This really gave him a shock. After all, after Priest Ao Gu Si flipped this card a month ago, he really died once:

"What does it mean? Am I going to die?"

"I choose the one next to it."

Sister Devlin's somewhat cold voice made Xia De come back to his senses. He flipped open the card next to it, and under the dark yellow light, that card was 【Fire】.

Xia De placed the two cards face up beside the envelope containing money:

"Mr. Barton, what does this mean? I originally only wanted to divine for Mary, but... could it be that I... am I going to encounter misfortune?"

"No, divination is just divination, please don't think too much. You can treat this as preparatory work. Next, I will divine death for you."

Mr. Barton did not put away the divination cards on the table, but instead took out a new playing card from his pocket to cover his right eye. Xia De narrowed his eyes slightly, because judging from the back of the card, the playing card in Joey Barton's hand was not a divination card, but a Luo De card.

The "boy" first looked at Sister Devlin in the wheelchair, and it took a long time before he put down that playing card. He did not reveal the card face of the playing card throughout the whole process, not letting Xia De see what card it was.

"This Miss Mary Watson can live until twelve years later."

"Twelve years, but she is only in her 30s in twelve years... May I ask, what is the cause of death you saw?"

"It's hard to describe. Miss Mary Watson seems to die by turning into a pile of ashes."

Xia De frowned:

"This is not a result I can think of. Do you mean she encountered a fire?"

The boy shook his head and didn't speak.

Xia De then looked at Sister Devlin, who was sitting in the wheelchair, still maintaining the posture of folding her hands together on her legs. She also shook her head slightly, meaning there was no need to delve into this question.

"Then please continue the divination, divine my death."

Xia De sat there, while the boy continued to pick up that playing card and place it in front of his eyes.

But this time, he didn't give an answer quickly, but suddenly put down the playing card and looked at Xia De with both eyes, then put that Luo De card over his eyes again, his brows furrowed, clearly seeing something incredible.

After putting down the playing card, he even stretched his head slightly to look at Xia De:

"How is it possible?"

"May I ask, what's wrong?"

Although he didn't know how high the other party's divination level was, at least this appearance was really bluffing.

"It's truly strange, I see that you died at the collapsed giant tower."

This way of death was at least more normal than the way of death of Sister Devlin turning into ashes.

"Then what is the time of death?"

He asked curiously again.

The "boy" Joey Barton tightened his face, and his thick fingers tapped on the sofa twice quickly to express his anxiety. He didn't speak immediately, and even the crow at the door remained silent.

The momentary silence seemed to make this dim room become more and more blurred. Whether it was the "boy" sitting opposite the coffee table or the nun wearing a veil on the side, they made Xia De feel more and more strange.

This was a sign of inspiration; it was that he had captured part of the information about the future. Xia De understood that he would hear an incredible answer.

"Ten months ago, the beginning of the year 1853 of the Common Era." ===== CHAPTER 666 =====