Chapter 666: Chapter 63: True. Dying with Eyes Open_3
The girl’s personality and age made her somewhat shy.
Telly was aware that she had misspoken, but in order not to lose face in front of the scammer, she still glared at Delbon.
Delbon, however, suddenly stood up.
"What do you want to do?”
Telly asked in a low voice, then turned her gaze towards John and his two companions, preparing to shout loudly if Delbon attempted anything inappropriate.
"The amulets I make are not the problem.”
"The problem lies with the target you’ve chosen.”
Delbon spoke solemnly.
Then, this member of the ‘Clock Tower’ stationed at the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ lowered his voice and said,
"Likewise, I would advise you, Kemi, to keep your distance from Mr. Jason.”
"What you’re hearing is not an illusion, but your instinct warning you to stay away from danger.”
"You must have a considerable ‘Talent,’ so your ‘intuition’ is reminding you.”
"This is not something to be ignored.”
As the one who had taken a fee of 5,000, Delbon felt it was his responsibility to follow through to the end.
After finishing his words and seeing Kemi’s somewhat unnatural expression, Delbon scratched his head and added,
"If you want to develop your ‘intuition,’ I can introduce you to my Master, a real Diviner… the strong kind.”
Whenever Delbon mentioned his Master, respect and admiration unconsciously appeared on his face.
Just as he said these words, a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged inside the ‘Durian City’ amusement park fortune-telling booth was looking at the Crystal Ball in front of him when he suddenly felt an unexplained palpitation. R̃άꞐ∅𝖇ÊS̩
The middle-aged man thought to himself, immediately taking out his Tarot cards.
No shuffling, no cutting.
He trusted his abilities.
He drew a card directly.
But at the moment his fingertips touched the Tarot card—
The table where the Crystal Ball was placed collapsed.
The Crystal Ball shattered.
Glass shards sprayed over the sign he had just rewritten: ‘One reading for three (crossed out) two (crossed out) one dollar.’
The Tarot cards were scattered all over the ground, and it was impossible to tell which one he was going to draw.
The scene before him caused the middle-aged man’s face to change dramatically. He quickly gathered the Tarot cards, not bothering with his booth, and turned to run out of the amusement park. However, as soon as he left, a sack was thrown over his head.
Several men wearing cloaks and carrying twin swords appeared.
Without any hesitation, these men began to hit and kick the sack furiously.
After a full two minutes, the men stopped.
Their leader waved his hand, and they immediately disappeared into the darkness, moving towards the distance.
"Is the message from Leviah true?”
"Has our era not faded?”
"Do the Hunters still shine with glory?”
One of the men asked.
"The message from Leviah can’t be wrong.”
"The lady of fate destined for the ‘Hunters’ has already appeared.”
"She is the protagonist of the next era.”
"Anyone who dares threaten our heir must be taken care of in advance.”
The man leading them spoke in a deep voice, a sharp gleam flashed in the darkness; it was the man’s eyes, as keen as knives, matching the tone of his voice.
Another person hesitated.
"The Masters of ‘Clock Tower’ won’t make a move just because they are hoodwinked, we should be wary of other organizations and… that woman.”
Upon hearing this reference, the other two tensed.
"Fortunately, she is about to leave!”
"She doesn’t truly belong here.”
"Destined not to stay here long!”
The leader said slowly, then, along with his two close friends, breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, Jason also sighed in relief.
"I came to say goodbye!”
"I’m going back to ‘my homeland’!”
After eating two roasted rabbits, twenty large kebabs, and drinking a bucket of orange juice, Jennifer wiped her mouth and said to Jason. Then, without waiting for Jason to speak, she tossed the crystal ball to him.
"This goodbye will be long, the next time we meet, we will need to cross… Remember your promise.”
Jennifer said something, but her voice was automatically muted again.
This ‘witch’s’ face showed annoyance.
But she quickly smiled at Jason again, as if by magic, a knife appeared in her hand.
"I still owe you seven times!”
When she spoke, Jason’s face paled at the sight of the ‘witch’ with the knife aimed at his throat, he instinctively stood up, but the ‘witch’ was faster.
Blood splattered, staining Jason’s back.
After standing up, Jason had turned to shield the food!
Seeing the food that remained unstained by blood, Jason let out a long breath of relief.
The ‘witch’s’ body fell at Jason’s feet at that moment, her slit throat gushing blood, her eyes wide with disbelief, seemingly shocked that Jason hadn’t tried to help her, but instead protected the food.
"Sorry, I am a food enthusiast.”
Jason, feeling somewhat apologetic, looked down at the ‘witch’ at his feet.
But he believed he needed to explain.