Mystery: The Last God’s Path

Admisor was silent for a while, and then slowly exhaled.

"In that case, let's change the divination method."

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Guske." Angelica thanked her heartily.

But Admisor could only sigh in his heart, "Do you have anything on your body that your mother has worn for a long time?"

"Yes, yes, the ring on my hand is the one she has been wearing all the time. She left it to me yesterday." Angelica took off a silver ring with jade inlaid on her hand and handed it to her. Admisole.

Admissol nodded, "Okay, now write your mother's name and date of birth on this piece of paper, and then wait outside quietly."

Seemingly infected by Admisor's gentle voice, Angelica calmed down and wrote the message as instructed.

After watching the other party go out, Admisor wrote a line of words on the piece of paper:

"Results of lung surgery."

Because from the previous conversation, Admisor already knew that Angelica's mother had a lung problem.

He picked up the ring and paper, then closed his eyes and began to meditate.

This time he used the dream divination method.

In the misty and twisted world, he saw a woman in her fifties fall down with a pale face, and saw her being pushed out of the shaky operating room by being covered with a white cloth.

Soon, Admisor woke up, frowning slightly, thinking about how to tell Angelica the result, the operation would most likely lead to death.

It's a pity that her mother's lung disease was not caused by pollution, otherwise he could have prayed to God for holy water for healing.

Suddenly, Admisor thought of a question, why did he insist on divination for the success of the operation.

He can completely divination how to cure, or where to cure Angelica's mother's lung disease.

Although the revelation from such divination will be vague.

So he hurriedly revised the words and sank into the dream again.

This time, in the misty and twisted dream world, he vaguely saw two intermittent words, "Rosen" and "Herb Shop".

Awakening from the dream again, Admisor picked up the ring on the table and pushed out the door without any hesitation. I saw Angelica standing at the door with a flustered face.

While handing back the ring, he said gently, "I see the hope of your mother's healing."

"Really?" Angelica asked in surprise, "Mr. Guske, will the operation be successful or what?"

Admissol smiled and said, "Your mother's hope of healing is related to two words, 'Rosen' and 'Herbal Shop'. As for whether there are other words between them, I'm not sure."

"Rosen Herbal Shop! Okay, I know Mr. Guske. I'll look for this pharmacy after get off work. Thank you, thank you. You are really a generous and kind fortune-teller."

Angelica saluted again and thanked her.

Admisol just smiled, stopped talking, and wanted to go to the conference room. It was almost eight o'clock now. After the fortune-tellers came, he would still be there to teach them.

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Woohoo!

The sound of the whistle echoed in every corner of the platform, and the huge monster-like steam locomotive slowly stopped, dragging more than 20 carriages.

The first person to get off the train was the first-class person.

Hiddell, who was wearing a formal tuxedo and a half-height silk top hat, slowly got out of the car. As for his salute, someone had already helped him.

Sidor finally came here, Backlund!

This city is diagonally divided into two parts by the Tassoko River that flows to the southeast estuary. It is connected by Backlund and ferries. With a population of more than five million, it is the most prosperous city in the North and South Continents.

As the capital of the Loen Kingdom, there are many churches and secret organizations, as well as countless wild Beyonders.

It has strong industrial and economic capabilities.

"I'm here!" Hydall murmured.

He looked as far as he could, only to see light yellow fog everywhere, and the visibility was extremely poor.

"Forget it, let me go."

Hydall originally thought that the newspaper report on Backlund's atmosphere was exaggerated, but he didn't expect it to be a metaphor.

Of course, it is impossible to go now.

At this time, the gas lamps hanging on the platform have been lit one by one, dispelling the gloom and darkness.

After walking out of the station, Hydall could only carry the suitcase by himself.

Don't say it, it's quite heavy.

"Why didn't I realize that I brought so many things with me before?" Hidell couldn't help but complain.

Although there were people outside the station who helped with suitcases, Hiddell refused.

One is that you will be charged for it, and the other is that the moment the other party may pick up your suitcase, they will run away.

As for catching up with each other, there may be many people between the two of you who belong to him.

Fortunately, the subway entrance is not far from the train station entrance.

He came to the entrance of the subway station. After passing through the gate, Hidal followed the people in front and walked to the ticket office step by step.

He saw the price sign near the window:

"Peak period (7:00am to 9:00am, 6:00pm to 8:00pm) every 10 minutes, the remaining 15 minutes, 1st class seat 6p, 2nd class 4p, 3rd class 3p, round trip 9, 6 respectively , 5p, the annual pass is 8 pounds for first class, 5 pounds 10 soles for second class, and there is no annual pass for third class.”

"It's so cheap, why don't we get a first-class annual ticket?" Hidell was a little excited~www.readwn.com~ But after thinking about it, I think I'll talk about it later.

After all, this time I only stayed for a few days before returning to Tingen. When I came back again depends on the situation.

If it's a one-year package, and the result is not a few rides, wouldn't it be a big loss. Hidall wouldn't dare to spend so much money at this time.

After queuing for a few minutes, after paying 6p, Hiddle managed to get a first-class ticket.

She has already thought about where to live in Hidal.

The Hilton District!

There are the Backlund Stock Exchange, the Clearinghouse, the Futures Center, the headquarters of the seven major banks, various trust funds, and various bulk commodity trading companies.

And most importantly, there are jewelry stores there!

At this time, Hiddell still had a lot of jewelry in heaven, waiting to be traded into gold pounds.

Woohoo!

It didn't take long for Hiddall to hear the same whistle sound as a steam train.

Then, a steam train about the same shape as the train he was riding pulled into the platform.

Yes, Backlund's subway still uses steam trains. Under the unique design, the spewing smoke passes through the pipes above, enters the chimney, and runs to the outside world.

Heidor sat in a first-class seat, one seat per person, so he didn't need to worry about being robbed of his seat.

He walked up, sat down to find a place, put away his suitcase, leaned on his cane, adjusted his sitting posture, closed his eyes and rested.

At this moment, a small voice came from his ear.

"Hugh, how's it going, this class is comfortable."

"Fors, I don't think it's necessary to be a first-class seat, and it's not that I haven't sat there before. It's no different from a second-class seat."

"I don't care, my book is a best-seller, and I'm going to take the first-class seat."

Finally, Huo sighed helplessly.