Volume 3 Obsidian Chapter 147: Your dog will die soon
At this time, the sun had already set and the afterglow in the sky was gradually dissipating.
Crash...
An enlarged and reinforced carriage was slowly moving on the road. The iron wheels were equipped with anti-skid chains, leaving two deep marks on the ice and snow covered road.
Chen Lun and Noah were sitting opposite each other in the carriage, with a small copper stove for heating placed beside them. Special charcoal was burning in it, emitting a fresh fragrance.
This carriage was specially customized for Noah by the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce. It is now kept at Jack Manor and is used exclusively by Noah when he travels.
There was no ordinary carriage in this era that could carry Noah.
"Noah, in your situation, it's quite inconvenient to go out, right?"
Chen Lun saw Noah still wiping his sweat in such cold weather, so he asked.
"Hehe, it is indeed inconvenient most of the time, and other people's eyes are not friendly...but over the years, I've gotten used to it."
Noah smiled shyly, put down his handkerchief, and explained softly.
Chen Lun looked at him. In the original future, Noah would become a "bloody painter" who killed people without a trace. But now, he is just a shy boy.
"I told you before that I might be able to help you resolve the curse that's entangled you..."
Chen Lun spoke.
Noah shook his head slowly and smiled:
"Mr. Jack, my mother once told me that this is a high-sequence curse of the Flesh and Blood Faction. I am very grateful that you are willing to help me..."
Chen Lun smiled back.
"This high-sequence curse is indeed very stubborn, but if you follow my method, the possibility of removing it is still very high. You must have confidence... But you need to make some preparations in advance."
"Mr. Jack, please go ahead."
Noah trusted Chen Lun very much, and when he heard what he said, he immediately became serious.
"Use the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce to purchase 'cursed objects'. The quantity should preferably be two or more. The more bizarre the curse effect, the better...
Once we get the 'cursed object', we can officially begin."
Chen Lun said.
His leather-gloved fingers gently stroked the handle of his cane.
[Fireworks in the Palm] provided him with warmth all the time, which was very suitable in such a cold winter.
"Well understood, Mr. Jack."
Noah nodded heavily.
Thinking of his ugly and fat appearance, and the fact that he could recover to his original appearance, his heart was filled with hope and joy.
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The carriage soon stopped in front of an apartment building on Third Street.
Chen Lun and Noah got off the car.
Looking up, I saw that it was already completely night and the purple moon had risen to the middle of the sky.
"Mr. Jack, I will go to the apartment next door to paint a portrait of Mr. Huggins..."
Noah said.
Chen Lun nodded.
"Then let's meet here later. The carriage will be parked on the side of the road."
"OK."
Noah replied, touched his chest and saluted, then turned and left with his tool bag.
Chen Lun glanced at his back, turned around, took a few steps forward, and knocked on the iron gate of the apartment courtyard.
Bang bang...
"Who is this?"
The latest radio equipment was installed at the door, and rustling noises and a deep male voice came from inside.
"I am here to complete your divination commission from the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Rambo..."
Chen Lun spoke calmly into the fixed intercom.
There was silence for a moment, and suddenly another voice came:
"Oh, Rambo, this is not good... I seem to remember that a painter will come to visit me tonight!"
The voice was obviously a man's, but the tone revealed a feminine tenderness.
The deep male voice from before whispered:
"Why not just invite this fortune teller in... Ha Jin, haven't you always wanted to have your fortune told? Although I never believed in this stuff..."
"Yes, Rambo, I heard that the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce has an excellent reputation. I believe that the fortune teller they recommend will not let us down... This is about our future."
The two exchanged a few words in a low voice.
The deep male voice said again:
"Come in, Mr. Fortune Teller. Just reach out and unlock the bolt."
"Yes, Mr. Rambo."
Chen Lun responded.
There was a piercing noise as the fixed intercom went off, followed by dead silence.
He reached his hand into the gap in the iron gate railing and pulled open the bolt inside. The iron gate opened with a crisp clang.
Then Chen Lun walked straight to the door of the apartment.
The gate was open, and a red and white hound was squatting on the steps, staring at him warily.
This is a popular breed of hound among the aristocracy, the red and white Springer. Its hair is white, but the head, mainly the two drooping big ears, are burgundy curly hair.
As Chen Lun approached, Springer seemed to have turned into a dog. He stood up, wagged his tail, and rubbed against his legs in a very flattering manner.
[Friend of Animals ] plus his own 22 points of charisma, reached 33 points, a level that many mid-sequence transcendents could not achieve.
In the eyes is a supreme being full of temptation, authority, and affinity.
"Oh, Mr. Fortune Teller, it seems that Frieda likes you very much... This is amazing! She never acts like this to strangers!"
The feminine male voice came, the tone was very surprised.
Chen Lun looked up and saw two figures standing at the door. Although they were both men, their body language seemed somewhat intimate.
Chen Lun originally had some guesses, but after seeing this scene, he confirmed it in his heart.
This is a pair of good friends.
The two are neighbors and also Lin Ju.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"This may be because I am not only a fortune teller, but also a pet trainer."
Chen Lun said this in a joking tone and touched Springer "Frieda"'s head, and the latter licked his big hand excitedly.
"Oh! Really? Hahaha... Please come in, sir, you are so humorous!"
The man named Huggins smiled and turned aside to let Chen Lun walk in.
"grateful."
Chen Lun took off his hat and said.
As they passed each other, he took a quick look and found that Mr. Huggins, who was obviously feminine, was much taller and bigger than Mr. Rambo, which seemed an absurd contrast.
After Chen Lun hung his coat and hat on the coat rack in the living room, Rambo and Huggins came to him.
"I haven't asked your name yet. I'm sorry."
Rambo held out his hand and spoke.
Chen Lun shook hands with him and responded with a polite smile.
"Jack Speight."
"Oh, please take a seat Mr. Jack."
Langbo gestured with his hand and Chen Lun sat down on the chair.
Huggins also made him a cup of fruit tea, saying it would help him sleep.
Soon, the two of them sat side by side opposite Chen Lun, and they didn't seem to be shy about their relationship.
Mr. Rambo looked at the young fortune teller in front of him with great interest.
The other party gave him an extremely calm and composed feeling, as well as an elusive sense of mystery.
This feeling is very strange.
But Mr. Rambo, a barrister, still did not think that the other party could predict fate. This was too unbelievable.
"Excuse me, Mr. Rambo, what do you want to divine?"
Chen Lun picked up the fruit tea and took a sip. It had a light lemon scent and a hint of orange peel fragrance.
Rambo and Huggins beside him looked at each other.
"Hakim?"
He called out affectionately.
Higgins immediately realized something, said wait a moment, and was about to leave the living room.
Chen Lun took a glance and reminded:
"Mr. Huggins, please bring Mr. Rambo's medicine and two clean handkerchiefs when you return."
Huggins was slightly stunned, but didn't say anything and left silently.
A moment later, when Huggins returned carrying a large cardboard box, Mr. Rambo suddenly began to breathe rapidly.
Huggins was startled and happened to have a bottle of pills in his hand, so he unscrewed the lid, picked up the water glass on the table, and helped Mr. Rambo take the pills.
While taking the medicine, Mr. Rambo couldn't help coughing, and the clean water spilled on his collar. Huggins quickly wiped it clean with a handkerchief.
When Mr. Rambo's breathing calmed down, he and Huggins looked at each other and were both very surprised.
It seemed that Mr. Jack had anticipated everything.
When he looked up at the black-haired young man who was drinking tea silently, a small tuft of dog hair was blown by the wind and floated in front of Mr. Rambo.
He suddenly opened his mouth and wanted to sneeze. Huggins, who was standing next to him, was quick to pick up another clean handkerchief and handed it to him.
“A-choo!”
Mr. Rambo covered his nose with a handkerchief, and his eyes changed quietly, and the hint of indifference in his eyes turned into awe.
Is this also fate...?
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Jack."
He put down his handkerchief and said in a deep voice.
Chen Lun waved his hands, seemingly not caring.
The cardboard boxes that Huggins brought in were filled with various divination props, such as crystal pendants, tarot cards, crystal balls, letter boards, etc.
"Mr. Jack, please feel free to choose any tools you like... I was very obsessed with this mysterious knowledge before, so I bought a lot of tools and books, but I haven't learned anything valuable so far."
Seeing that Rambo was fine, Huggins spoke.
He was not embarrassed, but smiled heartily.
Chen Lun did not rush to get the tools in the carton. Instead, he drank his tea leisurely and asked:
"Excuse me, Mr. Huggins, what do you intend to divine?"
"oh……"
Huggins spoke, but suddenly hesitated.
"It's marriage, oh no, it's happiness... well, it's not either."
He turned his head to look at Mr. Brown, then looked down at the hound Frieda at Chen Lun's feet.
"It's life. It's the future life of me, Rambo and Frieda. What will it be like?"
Huggins finally decided what he wanted to divine and answered affirmatively.
Chen Lun nodded.
This divination only involved ordinary people, and he could easily give a vague answer. But after all, it was a well-paid business, so he planned to do his job conscientiously.
"Then try poker divination. It might be a little difficult."
Chen Lun thought.
His [Divination] skill has already reached the maximum level, but the poker divination technique is quite difficult, and the omens and information contained in it are also varied. If he wants to fully master it, he may need to advance further.
Chen Lun took out an ordinary deck of playing cards from the carton. Like a seasoned gambler, he cut and shuffled the cards skillfully. There was a rustling sound between his palms and afterimages of the playing cards appeared.
"Mr. Huggins, please state four key words that concern you."
Chen Lun shuffled the cards and spoke calmly.
"Well... health, place, wealth and happiness."
Huggins pondered, then spoke.
Chen Lun paused, and like a magic trick, he flicked his fingers, and four cards fell steadily and neatly on the table, lined up in a row.
He turned them over one by one, which were "7 of Diamonds", "3 of Diamonds", "J of Diamonds" and "Q of Diamonds".
Four cards of the same suit, however, indicate different meanings.
Chen Lun glanced at Rambo and Huggins, who were all dressed in black, and then said in a deep voice:
"There is no need to worry about the future health of the two, but Frieda will die in the seventh week of autumn next year..."
"Oh, no."
Both Huggins and Rambo looked unhappy.
"You may move to a prosperous metropolis ranked within the third place in the city-state ranking in the future, and you will be rich and happy... but all of this will be separated in 33 years."
