Nearly nine hours have passed since Miss Linda Barnes' lunch. According to the witch, rumors about him are being rumored to be on the entire island of Bougai and even the entire league. Just like the seeds of the grass in spring, it is possible that they can't wait to break out of the ground after a thunder.
Therefore, he has no more time to hesitate and needs to get through Colma's interview matters as soon as possible.
After Christmas last year, when Zheng Qing took Su Shijun and Poseidon to visit his husband, he also brought Colma to Sanyou Bookstore. With this connection, he felt that it should be no big problem for him to ask Colma to do a little favor.
After the magic literature class in the afternoon, he went to the Paper Crane to the Sakura Tavern and mentioned that he hoped to visit him in the evening. Unexpectedly, Colma readily agreed to the slightly rash request.
So this night trip came.
After leaving the teaching building, he turned into the corridor of the Ring Mansion, took several shortcuts in a row, and soon appeared in a deep alley in the northern district of Beta Town.
Then he put on his hood, hung the Dharma book on his belt, and walked towards Gu Diao Street with a faint light flashing without any concealment.
It's already late at night. Although the public security in the entire northern area has improved significantly after Colma became the Great Sage, the tradition of deeply rooting in the bone marrow of the magicians cannot be easily removed in a short while. In addition, being single, Zheng Qing rarely showed some strength. He hopes that those guys hiding in the dark corners can retreat.
Everyone is lucky.
He came to No. 33 Gudiao Street safely.
On the nameplate on the exterior wall of the courtyard are still those two lines of small characters - "First Floor: Sakura Tavern" and "Second Floor: Keeni's Magical House" - but the situation around the courtyard is completely different from when Zheng Qing first came here.
In addition to a small group of wizards patrolling the North District near the courtyard with a magic book hanging around their waists, there were also people coming and going in the courtyard. Even though it was already late at night, it still seemed very busy.
Under the guidance of the paper crane, Zheng Qing stepped on the cherry blossoms all over the ground and walked straight to the tavern. Everyone passing by, after feeling the magic fluctuations emitted by the paper crane, would look respectful and bow their heads to give way.
The last time Zheng Qing came to the Sakura Tavern was before the New Year. When Yuzui Hunting Team was carrying out the promotion mission of the hunting team, they took a short rest in the tavern. The lively situation in the tavern that day left a deep impression on him.
But tonight, there was no guest in the Cherry Blossom Tavern.
The tables and chairs were neatly placed in an empty room, and the lightworms sucking in the sap were lazily lying on the beams, stacking them into a ball, making the bar lights particularly bright, while the rest of the tavern looked very dim.
The long-haired witch leaned against the high bar in this quiet, holding a bottle of Siren Rum in her hand, frowned and staring at the table, as if she had seen something incomprehensible. The spicy wine dyed her lips a touch of blue, which looked particularly charming under the orange lights.
"Come? What to drink?"
Colma didn't raise her head and said lazyly.
Zheng Qing hesitated, coughed in a low voice, and muttered, "Well, just apple juice... I will have to complete the small hand tasks of the teaching assistant team when I go back later, so I can't drink."
As he said that, he couldn't help but sigh heavily, and suddenly felt that he needed to drink a little.
"You have to graduate early, this kind of hard work is inevitable." After hearing the boy sigh, Colma finally raised her head, looked at him, smiled slightly, and said something familiar to the fortune tellers: "...All the gifts given by fate have been secretly bidding for the price."
Zheng Qing didn't want to discuss the price with the witch.
"What are you looking at?"
He took the glass that floated to his face, came to the bar, and saw a tarot card with opposite sides, spreading on the table in a mess: "...Divine?"
Colma did not answer, but stretched out her slender fingers and gently tapped the table. The tarot cards lined up in an orderly manner, and washed them in a dazzling array of flying. Finally, they piled up into a stack and gathered in front of Zheng Qing.
The witch thought this was a good opportunity to talk about things.
"I……"
But he just spoke a word and was interrupted by the owner of the tavern.
"You're here just right, please help me pick a card." The witch didn't see anything. She stretched out her hand and drew an elegant arc, blooming in front of Zheng Qing like a blooming flower: "...I know what you want to come. If the card you choose is in line with my wishes, I'll agree to that."
What else can Zheng Qing say?
He drank all the apple juice from the cup in one sip, placed the glass on the bar, then took a deep breath, his eyes sliding one by one over the shiny back of the tarot cards.
"Can any one do?" Before starting, he confirmed again: "I mean, do you need something to think of in my heart?"
"I heard that you learned face-touching divination in the divination class today?" Colma did not answer the boy's question positively, but shook the bottle in his hand, and said with a light tone: "...If I had not returned my knowledge to Professor Yi, one of the most important principles when touching face-to-face divination is 'unconscious', right? In fact, this is very important in many divination techniques."
These words seemed to answer Zheng Qing's questions.
Zheng Qing temporarily pressed the curiosity in his heart, closed his eyes, cleared all the thoughts in his mind, then raised his arm and raised it flat above the row of tarot cards, allowing the magic to pull it and move slowly.
In his perception, his arms were shifting, but to others' eyes, his arms were slowly falling. Then at a certain moment, his arms suddenly fell at ninety degrees, and fell on a card very suddenly.
Zheng Qing opened his eyes.
Open the card.
On the board was a tall tower standing tall on the top of the mountain. Golden lightning fell from the air, hitting the tower, igniting a raging fire, and the golden crown. The emperor and the priest fell from the tower, with a embarrassed posture and a terrified expression.
In order to find a common language with Ilena, Zheng Qing had carefully studied the tarot card for a period of time, so he recognized it at a glance that it was a "tower" card, belonging to the 17th place in the Great Arcana, corresponding to Mars, and symbolizing disaster. There are a total of twenty-two sparks produced by the lightning strike on the card, representing twenty-two Great Arcana cards in the Tarot card. The whole card has a gloomy background and a deep tone, revealing an unknown atmosphere from the inside to the outside.
“Reverse tower.”
Colma whispered the identity of this card, with a expressionless face and a deep gaze.
Only then did Zheng Qing realize that the "high tower" card he saw after turning it open was frontal, which means that from the perspective of the fortune teller, the pattern on the card was facing the fortune teller.