Chapter 144: Chapter 144: How About a Ga of Gwent?
“You’ve lost your mind.”
Henrik rubbed his sowhat numb shoulder; he had dodged Roger’s first kick but had failed to avoid the punch that followed.
“How did you investigate the data?”
“You even got Veronica’s taste in n wrong!”
“She prefers them a bit older, preferably with a beard. She told herself, and she later chose soone exactly like that.”
“What?!”
Henrik’s expression resembled that of a gambler who realizes he has won a lottery but then discovers he has lost his ticket.
“Such good luck, too!”
He looked utterly heartbroken.
Roger briefly recounted what had happened.
“That Veronica is strange; she only gave an address, and the rest was just repetition.”
Henrik glanced at Hathaway.
“Don’t worry just yet. What he said about ‘eating’ might not be literal. It could have other anings.”
“Get in the car, we’re heading to the villa district on Rose Street!”
On the drive to the villa district, Henrik made several phone calls in succession.
“The villa does indeed belong to Veronica, and there’s nobody in there right now. I’ve had soone temporarily disable the security system; we just need to be careful and we can hop right in.”
Due to his frequent missions, Henrik had dealt with many governnt departnts, and leveraging the influence of the Hunters Guild often made things very convenient.
It was already 10 p.m., and the group bought so food to eat in the car before entering the villa district on Rose Street.
With their credentials leading the way, the security personnel near the villa district didn’t stop them.
Rose Street is considered one of the more prosperous areas in Bordeaux City. Many years ago, it was where nobility congregated.
As the idea of equality rights took hold, the noble class gradually faded, but the land here, passed down from generation to generation, beca increasingly valuable.
By now, it was no longer a district simply purchasable by the wealthy.
Vinica’s villa had three floors and covered nearly 500 square ters. In addition, there was an underground garage and a wine cellar, and a swimming pool just off the lawn outside.
Just a short run down the path from the door was a vast lake area. The entire villa district was built around the lake, making Veronica’s villa one of the best-situated properties.
Although it wasn’t the largest space, the luxurious decor, combined with the pri real estate of Rose Street, made its market value exceed one’s imagination.
The villa was luxurious, but the trio wasn’t there for a vacation. Once inside, they quickly searched the place, each taking a different floor.
Roger focused his attention and activated Hunter Vision. He started in the wine cellar and didn’t miss a single corner.
From the basent to the rooftop terrace.
Only when his head began to swim did he deactivate Hunter Vision, and by that ti, the other two had also finished their searches.
“Find anything?”
Both shook their heads at the sa ti.
“Let try a divination.”
Hathaway suggested.
Henrik thought about it and agreed.
Normally, divination in such a place would suffer from significant interference, and the results could be misleading. But at the mont, they had no better options.
Hathaway washed her hands and face, then sat kneeling on the floor on the first level. From her backpack, she took out a black animal-skin mat about one square ter in size.
The back of the mat was covered in complex patterns, while the front had three horizontal lines.
Focusing her mind, Hathaway took out several cards the size of playing cards.
“Ask your question.”
She said to Henrik.
The Spirit dium is the manipulator of the entire divination process. If one questions oneself, the result could be greatly influenced by subjective biases.
It could even lead to a completely opposite conclusion.
Thus, typically, a fortune teller cannot perform divination related to themselves.
“Life and death.”
Henrik posed the question.
Hathaway placed several cards on the upper right corner of the beast skin, closed her eyes, and drew strange lines in the air with her hands while chanting softly.
Then, with a grasp of her hands, the cards that had been placed in the upper right corner began to float gently before landing on the first horizontal line drawn on the beast skin.
Throughout the process, Hathaway kept her eyes tightly shut, but Roger could clearly see that a dagger slowly appeared on the blank card that landed on the horizontal line.
Henrik’s expression grew sowhat grave.
Clearly, the symbol of a dagger was not a good on.
Then ca the second card, which landed on the second horizontal line.
Hathaway’s thumbs were bent, and her index fingers stretched out; the heels of both hands crossed with the remaining three fingers naturally curved. Then, with the heels serving as the pivot, she rapidly rotated her hands in a circle.
A monster with wings appeared on the second card.
At that, Henrik’s complexion turned even more unsightly.
It was then that the third card landed on the third horizontal line.
Henrik couldn’t help leaning forward, his breath unconsciously evening out as though he feared disturbing Hathaway.
The image on the third card gradually surfaced—a regular house with a face barely visible through one of its windows.
At first glance, the face seed vaguely familiar.
Then, the colors in the image began to intensify, and in the upper left corner of the whole card, a yellow-orange sun erged from behind the clouds.
Seeing this card form, Henrik couldn’t help but exhale a long breath, and at the sa ti, Hathaway opened her eyes wearily.
Her first action was to lower her head and inspect the three cards on the beast skin, a relieved smile spreading across her face.
The only person sowhat baffled throughout the process was Roger, who inspected the layout a few tis more, growing more convinced that Hathaway’s divination process was strikingly similar to playing Gwent cards in a ga.
The sa distribution of three lines.
lee, ranged, and weather.
“Could it be that in this world, Gwent cards can be used for divination?”
Hathaway’s divination thods were clearly outdated and required a great deal of energy; without a ready deck, each image had to be ford by her communicating with spirits in the void.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have shown such a weary expression after just one divination.
Roger couldn’t help but stroke his chin and wonder; if the cabin evolved to a certain extent and if Gwent cards could indeed be used for divination.
Tsk tsk.
Then, before every battle, he could openly declare:
“How about a ga of Gwent?”
Look, not only could it predict good or bad luck, but also relax one’s mind. In the future, Gwent cards might beco a standard issue for every Demon Hunter!
But…
“Is there no one who could interpret this for ?”
Roger asked with so curiosity.
“Sorry.”
Hathaway laughed and brushed a lock of hair from her forehead.
The Spirit dium’s divination was carried out by communicating with spirits in the void. These spirits weren’t souls but rather even more wondrous beings.
Under our guidance, they would form patterns on the specially made decks, and through interpretation, we could roughly speculate the answer to the question.
“The dagger in the first row is a weapon, representing combat and danger, indicating that mother is currently in peril, and what she’s facing…”
Hathaway pointed at the second row.
“Is a monster.”
“The environnt in the third card determines the outco.”
“Connecting them, it ans that although mother has encountered combat and is in danger, at least for now her life doesn’t seem to be at risk.”
“That’s why we all breathed a sigh of relief.”
Roger nodded to show he understood and then asked another question out of curiosity.
“What is this thod of divination called?”
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