I'm 90 years old and the system tells me it's time to create harem Chapter 48: Mysterious Fortune Teller

"I..." Kerry’s face changed drastically, just as he was about to speak.

At this point, Laura suddenly extended her right finger and placed it on Kerry’s forehead. "You help transfer so energy, and I have a way to search his mory."

"Huh? Your temple is indeed not simple, even capable of this thod." Alexander was amazed, while placing his hand on Laura’s shoulder, then transferring a portion of his own internal energy into Laura’s body.

Laura’s fingertips flashed white, and Kerry’s eyes imdiately beca dull.

Alexander and Laura entered Kerry’s soul at the sa ti, searching his mories.

Soon, Alexander saw a series of images.

Besides so mundane daily life events, the key mory points were Kerry joining the Witch God Church, and a recent eting within the church.

The first mory wasn’t valuable, but the second was of considerable interest to Alexander.

In this mory, Kerry stood among a group of church mbers dressed just like him.

In front of them stood two people in purple robes.

Between these two purple-robed figures, there was another person.

This person wore a pure white robe, her back to everyone.

Judging from her figure, she was a woman.

"The Saintess will be executing a very important task in Washington soon. Everyone, take note, during this period, you must not reveal your identities! No matter where, or to whom! Unless the other party is a mber of our church, never divulge anything about the church!" One of the purple-robed figures said.

"Furthermore, the Saintess might sotis need your help. No matter what order she gives, you must execute it imdiately! There must be no negligence!" The purple-robed figure continued.

"Understood!"

Everyone present replied in unison.

"Good! Up next, the Saintess will impart a technique to you. Listen carefully..." the purple-robed figure continued.

Then, the Saintess started to speak.

Her voice was quite neutral, as if disguised.

What she said was all about the mantra of a technique to hide one’s presence.

After imparting this technique, the Saintess left.

From beginning to end, she never turned around or revealed her face.

After viewing this mory, Alexander casually perused so of Kerry’s other mories.

From these fragnted mories, Alexander learned that there were many so-called executives like Kerry in the Nan Du branch.

These executives, all prominent figures in the real world, included company presidents and elites in the finance industry...

For example, Kerry was the owner of a renovation company.

These executives spanned various industries and their combined effect was far from small.

This was probably the reason the purple-robed figure ntioned that the Saintess might need their help.

Alexander erased Kerry’s mories of the day, then withdrew his divine sense.

He stood up, kicked Kerry and sent him flying.

Kerry fell to the ground, fainted, and blood flowed from his nose, covering his entire face.

"Let’s go."

Alexander said to Laura, then turned and walked away.

The Saintess...

As Alexander walked, he recalled the figure in white from Kerry’s mory.

This figure gave him a strangely familiar feeling.

Who was it?

After a few steps, the furrow in Alexander’s brow suddenly relaxed.

So, it was her.

.............

Alexander walked on, with Laura closely following him.

Suddenly, Laura seed to think of sothing and looked up to ask, "Alexander, did you see this man from the beginning?"

"Yes," Alexander answered.

"Then you... you deliberately wanted to see make a fool of myself!"

Rembering the scene where she was scared to the point of trembling, hugging Alexander and crying her eyes out, Laura felt a wave of sha, her cheeks red like apples.

Laura walked beside Alexander.

Their pace was neither fast nor slow, especially Laura, who was still in a state of embarrassnt and anger. She slightly lowered her head, her cheeks flushed.

In the eyes of the passers-by, they looked like a young couple, fresh in love.

After a while, Laura finally freed herself from her inner sha.

She raised her head, glanced at Alexander beside her, and asked in a low voice, "Alexander, where are you planning to go?"

Hearing this question, Alexander looked at Laura and said, "I plan to go find my won. I just called them, and neither of them answered. I’m a bit worried about them."

"Are you already married?" Laura exclaid.

Alexander nodded, "Yes, and I have more than one wife, and there will be more in the future."

"Why do you want to marry so many wives? Can your body handle it?" Laura exclaid in shock.

"That’s not for you to worry about. All I can tell you is that my body is very healthy and ’hard’."

"How can you waste your ti on sex? Cultivation is the most important thing!" Laura said seriously.

Cultivation?

Alexander’s practice was the supre Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Technique. For him, wasn’t sex a form of cultivation? It’s just that the process was wonderful, sothing that other techniques couldn’t achieve.

After walking for a while, Alexander looked at Laura and said, "No, I have to call them again, or I won’t be at ease."

Just as Alexander took out his phone and prepared to dial, Sofia’s call ca in. Alexander quickly answered.

"Hello, what have you been up to? Why didn’t you answer when I called you?"

Sofia’s sowhat apologetic voice ca through the phone, "I’m sorry, dear, I just had an appointnt with a fortune teller. You know, her predictions are incredibly accurate. It’s simply amazing!"

Alexander asked in confusion, "So, did you get a reading from her? What did she tell you?"

"I paid a hefty price to see this fortune teller. I almost gave her all the money you gave . She said she would give a pill that would make my deepest dreams co true as long as I took it.

But for so reason, just as I was about to take the pill, she changed her mind. She even returned the money to and left in a hurry," Sofia said with a hint of disappointnt in her voice.

"That’s a strange man. But don’t overthink it. If there’s nothing else, co ho early," Alexander said.

"Okay, I understand. I’ve already bought the ticket and will be ho soon."

Hanging up the phone, Alexander simultaneously received a ssage from Isabella.

"My grandmother’s condition is worse than I thought. The doctor says she only has a few months left. I plan to go to Germany to find a doctor for her, so I won’t be able to be with you during this ti." At the end of the ssage, there was a sad emoji.

Alexander replied: "Don’t worry, you go abroad to accompany your grandmother first. If things really don’t work out, let try."

Knowing that Sophia and Isabella are currently safe, Alexander finally relaxed. He and Laura slowly walked forward, passing by a bar.

It was around two in the afternoon, when most bars are closed.

But this bar was different. Although it was noon, the bar was open for business, and there were many custors, with many expensive luxury cars and so modified super motorcycles parked at the entrance.

Alexander and Laura stopped at the entrance of this bar and walked inside.

Not because they wanted to drink, but because there was a peculiar aura emanating from inside the bar.

This aura was like that of a Psychic, but not entirely.

At the sa ti, this aura had great fluctuations, sotis strong, sotis weak.

Upon entering the bar, you could feel a completely different atmosphere.

Although the outside sun was intense, the interior of the bar was dim.

The bar was very large, with a dazzlingly lit dance floor in the center, and various booths located next to the dance floor.

But at this mont, there were very few custors in the booths.

Almost all the custors were on the dance floor, but they weren’t dancing. Instead, they were gathered together, watching sothing.

Standing on a stool, Alexander could see a middle-aged woman dressed in a light blue robe and with her hair wrapped in black cloth, revealing only her face, surrounded by dozens of custors.

The peculiar aura did not co from this woman, but what she was doing aroused Alexander’s interest.

In front of this woman, there was a small table.

On the table were cards the size of a palm, and in front of the custors on the other side, three cards were spread out.

The backs of these cards had a bronze star pattern, and beyond that, they were pure black.

"Please choose one card from these three," the woman said.

The custor hesitated for a mont, and picked up the middle card.

The woman reached out to take the card, took a look, then turned the card over to show the custor the content on the front.

The content of the card was a portrait of a warrior holding a shield and sword.

And beneath the portrait was a peculiar symbol.

"Master, you don’t need to show the content of the card. I don’t understand it anyway. Just tell the result directly. Can I succeed in the business I’m going to negotiate with the Mandela Company?" the custor asked impatiently.

Alexander wasn’t initially interested, but when he heard the words "Mandela", he found it unbelievable.

In fact, Mandela Company is one of Alexander’s own companies. It’s been around for a long ti and deals exclusively with high-end CNC machine tools, so it has very high selection criteria for custors or suppliers.

And this custor who ca for divination clearly was not a very influential person. At least, Alexander had never seen him in all his years in business.

Alexander couldn’t help but be curious. This woman was strange. How could she guarantee that the other party would definitely be able to work with the Mandela Company?

And what would happen if Alexander were to stop it?