Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2709: Chapter 2704: Mr. Darcy’s Restaurant

Indeed, this is one of the core values of seeking fortune-telling.

No matter if it’s bought with money or not, who doesn’t love hearing good words?

It could be said that the thing he most wanted to confirm on this trip was directly revealed by Kisaragi Chie, at that moment Fu Qian felt thoroughly satisfied.

Although for a second-class divination master, relying solely on observation would not have reached this level, there was no sign of the expected interference from Nepheli.

The answer before him felt more like a pure analysis of the cards.

Fu Qian’s gaze landed on the opened third card.

Only professionals are needed, comparatively this design is much more abstract—because there is essentially no design.

”I understand, this is called a blank card, so what does it represent?”

Yet still eager to communicate, Fu Qian immediately expressed his own opinion.

”We generally prefer to call it Little Wuxiang...”

Though Fu Qian’s term was quite apt, Kisaragi Chie still had a slightly stiff expression and cautiously corrected it.

”Its meaning isn’t always negative, but in the context of your question, it can’t be considered good news... because the card’s position represents the obstacle to meeting again with that departed acquaintance.”

Before Fu Qian could ask, she provided a detailed analysis.

”So it means there are no obstacles now?”

The thought indeed turned out to be quite interesting, Fu Qian boldly grasped her train of thought.

”Yes, that’s how I deduced your acquaintance is still alive, but based on the outcome, there’s absolutely no possibility of meeting again, so...”

Finally, Kisaragi Chie explained the entire divination result, though at that moment, she too was frowning deeply.

...

No obstacles, yet no chance of meeting again? Indeed, thinking in this way makes the situation seem quite complex.

Kisaragi Chie’s interpretation was undoubtedly intriguing, at that moment Fu Qian picked up the blank card, seemingly grasping the legendary realm where emptiness is form.

The notion of Nepheli being alive indeed seemed weak as a reason given by the diviner.

But isn’t fortune-telling just like this, originally meant to derive conclusions beyond logic.

And after obtaining the conclusion, attempting to place it within logical reasoning to provide an explanation.

”Understood, thank you very much.”

Facing the diviner still pondering deeply, Fu Qian didn’t press on, directly pushing all the money on the table over.

”This is too much, in terms of divination, I’m far lacking—”

Such a generous and unstinting client, Kisaragi Chie seemed a bit overwhelmed with surprise, immediately indicating that as a second-class diviner, she truly wasn’t worth such a high price.

”So you think it’s because you divined well?”

Standing up, Fu Qian frowned slightly upon hearing this, unable to comprehend such overly naive reasoning.

”Remember, the amount paid isn’t based on your worth, but on how much pleasure it brings me.”

Casually imparting a business maxim, the carefree Fu Qian truly turned to leave, not forgetting to take the mask he had taken off earlier.

This...

As he was watched fading into the distance, Kisaragi Chie, who had already made significant earnings at the start, finally put away the pile of cash, barely daring to believe that the counterpart really came to support the business.

Of course, what relieved her the most was that the person actually left just like that, showing no further interest in the ”sister,” wait—

At one moment, Kisaragi Chie’s expression revealed shock, finally realizing something.

The three cards were one short, and with the movement of taking the mask, the counterpart indeed swiped away the last one.

...

Little Wuxiang?

The title seems quite fitting for the imagined state of Lady Nepheli.

Though called a blank card, it wasn’t entirely devoid of content, at least it still had a frame.

Yet it is precisely because of this that one easily associates it with the blank tile in mahjong.

Playing with the stolen spoils casually taken, Fu Qian expressed that the name even matched the envisioned style.

Theoretically speaking, though he spent a hefty price, the returns from the trip were unsatisfactory.

Kisaragi Chie fully embodied her second-class essence, never clearly touching the core, as Lady Nepheli did not appear.

However, no matter what, at least he heard auspicious words twice.

Moreover, the cards were shuffled and cut by himself, in terms of divination level, he still met a result.

On the specifics of interpretation, the limited capacity of the diviner ought to have been expected.

So from this perspective, the trip was carried out with alternative motives, finally resulting in a serious divination session.

And Fu Qian was not prepared to easily dismiss the divination’s result, even directly pocketing one of the cards.

Who knows, perhaps someday, Lady Serena Hayes may pass by on a whim, discovering such a card on Darcy Crawford’s table, and what thoughts she might have.

Indeed, no extra effort was spent wandering further, truly as stated earlier, he lacked interest in meeting Kagetsu Kana; Fu Qian chose to return the way he came, quickly sitting back in his tea-drinking seat.

And after contemplating along the way, he casually placed ”Little Wuxiang” there.

It must be said, Ms. Kisaragi Chie’s divination props seemed somewhat second-rate, perfect for fooling people in a dimly lit Fortune Teller’s Cottage, but rather out of place in the high-end surroundings before him.

So what might be appropriate for this venue?

Casually finishing the tea, Fu Qian still didn’t rush to leave, instead examining the area thoughtfully.

Actually, there might be something—thud!

At that moment he produced a semitransparent black orb and gently placed it on the table.

...

About the size of an eyeball, its shape could hardly be considered realistic, while far heavier than flesh and blood material, yet personally warm to the touch.

The reason for focusing on such comparisons is actually quite simple; theoretically, this is an eyeball.

Princess Xing’s Eyes.

Yes, it was a gift from Lady Nepheli once, meant to keep in contact.

And it did indeed serve its purpose, successfully facilitating a meeting.

The unfortunate part was never seeing the other one throughout.

Considering Lady Nepheli’s ”death,” even taking the diviner’s auspicious words, the person didn’t die but turned into a parallel line never intersecting with himself, this object seems to have lost its significance.

If so, perhaps there’s a way to let it shine again?

And doing it here appears particularly fitting.

In Mr. Darcy Crawford’s restaurant, savoring a battle-scarred human organ.

Even if the latter no longer appears organic, transforming into a cloudy stone.

Fu Qian extended his right hand, making contact with the black orb.

In the palm’s position, a mouth already skillfully opened, swallowing the orb.