Once the news about Jason having a triple profession spreads.
Followers will quickly appear around him.
With such a talent, San is certain that as long as Jason doesn’t fall prematurely, he will definitely beco an indelible mark of this era.
No!
Even if he falls.
Jason, at present, has already left a significant mark in the history of Sewock’s ‘Mystical Side.’
However, Jason will not fall.
Because he does not sense any danger.
San has a unique sensing talent, which reached an extre after undergoing a special ‘baptism’ ritual.
This is also why he was sent to Lorde.
Although the royal family has lost power, they still have fourth-rank ‘Professionals,’ or Transcendents who have mastered so unique secret techniques.
The reason they sent him, an incomplete third-rank ‘Professional,’ is precisely because of this point.
Calmly, San took a deep breath.
Then, he showed a remorseful smile.
He really had been too rude just now.
He was thrown into confusion because of a sudden change.
And even ignored his fundantal ans of survival.
That was truly inappropriate.
"Sorry, Master Jason, Master Taniel.”
"I made both of you laugh.”
"I always thought I had been tempering myself for a long ti, but the real ‘battle experience’ is still too lacking.”
As he spoke, San stood up and once again bowed to Jason and Taniel.
Then, this official in charge of the ‘Mystical Side’ suddenly took out a deck of playing cards from his jacket pocket, and said to Taniel: “Master Taniel, would you like to draw a card?”
"Draw a card?”
"Divination?”
"You’re a ‘Diviner’?”
Taniel looked at San in surprise.
Even Jason, who was waiting for his late-night snack with his eyes closed, opened them slightly.
The Diviner, a very special profession.
Not only because this profession can predict fortune and misfortune, but also because of its incompleteness.
Unlike other professions with complete inheritance.
The Diviner has only three ranks.
First rank: Card Diviner.
Second rank: Crystal Diviner.
Third rank: Stargazing Diviner.
Rumor has it that thirty years ago, there was also a fourth-rank ‘Psychic Diviner.’
However, with the unexpected disappearance of that person, the thod for Diviners to advance to the fourth rank vanished completely.
Even to this day, countless Diviners cannot complete it.
Even if these Diviners perform divination daily.
There are no results at all.
The future is like a fog, covering everything.
No one can see it clearly.
Even Diviners are no exception.
Therefore, in recent decades, few ‘talented’ people in the ‘Mystical Side’ choose to beco Diviners.
They would rather choose a ‘profession’ that does not harmonize with their talent as well.
Because, at least there is still a path forward.
But Diviners?
The path is severed.
In Tercon’s notes, this point was ntioned.
‘This should be soone’s conspiracy.’
‘For what?’
‘Naturally, the ‘source point’… damn, I’ve been restricted again.’
Tercon’s records are incomplete.
Heavily restricted.
However, even just a few words were enough for Jason to speculate.
It’s still about the ‘profession conspiracy.’
Recalling the records about ‘Diviners,’ Jason watched as Taniel drew a card from San’s deck.
It’s not a real poker pattern.
Nor a tarot.
But a…
Clown!
Not the ‘joker’ card clown in poker.
But a real clown juggling bowling pins in a circus.
Seeing this card, Taniel’s face darkened.
"Enough!”
"That’s enough!”
"You don’t need to explain.”
"I understand.”
Taniel said directly, with a very bad tone.
After pausing for about a second, this teacher from Deer Academy explained: “I’ve encountered ‘Diviners’ more than once, and at first, I was really excited, but every ti the card drawn is a clown, all kinds of clowns, no matter what I’m doing or intending to do, I always draw a clown, and I am all too familiar with the aning of the clown.” Ṛ𝔞𐌽ộBЁs
"One guy even gave a saying—”
"Smile.”
"It’s your destiny.”
"When you learn to smile, you will beco your true self.”
As Taniel spoke, he used his index fingers to lift the corners of his mouth into an awkward smile.
"At the ti, I almost got depressed.”
"I was this close to using a knife to carve a smile into my face.”
Taniel gestured again.
Starting to slowly move upwards along the sides of his mouth.
It’s just a very simple taphor, but San’s senses conveyed an unprecedented feeling of fear.
It seems like the whole world is about to be destroyed.
He shivered involuntarily.
"Believe , that’s not a good idea.”
San advised.
"Don’t worry, it’s a foolish idea, I’ve already given up on it when I discovered the use of the ‘panacea’ in the laboratory and sold it for 5 Gold Crooks, I beca happy.”
Taniel winked, then looked at Jason.
"Jason, why don’t you draw a card!”
"Divination?”
"I don’t believe in fate.”
Jason shook his head, refusing.
But suddenly thinking of sothing, he changed his mind.
"I’ll draw one.”
"Is there anything I need to pay attention to?”
Jason asked.
"No need to be overly careful, just think about the question you want to ask while drawing the card.”
San said.
Next, shuffle the deck, cut the deck.
Then, watching Jason draw one of the cards.
Turn it over.
It’s a blank card.
"This?”
"It should be an accident, there’s only one blank card in this deck.”
"Shall we do it again?”
San asked Jason.
"Okay.”
Jason nodded briefly, and after the previous process, Jason drew another card.
Still a blank card.
San frowned, requesting Jason to draw a third ti.
But the result didn’t change.
Still a blank card.
"Impossible!”
"That shouldn’t happen!”
"How can it be like this?”
San muttered.
The scene before his eyes had exceeded what he learned and understood.
It was sothing he had never encountered.
Sothing he had never understood.
If one blank card was an accident, then three tis in a row was impossible.
Because, even if the deceased drew a card, it wouldn’t be a blank card.
It would only show the corresponding grave, tombstone, and the like.
"Lord Jason, may I ask you boldly.”
"What were you thinking about just now?”
San asked with a hint of curiosity and tension.
"Twilight.”
Jason said, then closed his eyes.
His core skill still lacked a crucial step.
His change of mind was also a gamble.
But obviously, it’s difficult.
Indeed, such shortcuts don’t work.
Jason thought and decided to take a more solid approach.
He ‘looked’ at the text in front of him.
[Tomb Guardian, Tier Five Profession ‘Bone Desecrator’ Assessnt…]
[1, Speaker of the Dead (Completed)]
[2, Century-old Grave Soil (Incomplete)]
[3, Contacted once with an evil spirit: 1/1 (Completed)]
[4, Communicated 10 tis with the Undead: 10/10 (Completed)]
[5, Dufol Language reached expert level (Completed)]
[6, Completed two city destructions (at least of ten thousand living beings level) (Completed)]
[Judgnt, conditions not t, unable to progress ‘Bone Desecrator’.]
…
This is what Jason suddenly discovered while checking his power system.
Unknowingly, ‘Tomb Guardian’ Tier Five Profession ‘Bone Desecrator’, he was only one step away from acquiring ‘Century-old Grave Soil’.
But when did he destroy a city?
And a city with ten thousand souls?
He rembers that he didn’t, right?
He’s always been by the book.
…
While Jason was pondering, in the special train’s kitchen, 18 security personnel stood in one place, one of them twitching slightly in pain.
"We’ve been discovered.”
One of them said.
"Do we need to launch a strong attack?”
Among the three captains, the bulkiest one asked.
"Expected situation, no need to worry.”
"Strong attack is only the best preparation.”
"It’s our backup plan after negotiations fail.”
Among the three captains, the skinny one said with a smile.
And the last captain spoke bluntly—
"I believe Jason is a smart person.”
"A smart person will make the smartest choice.” .
"Besides…”
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