Consuming personal luck may turn a fortune-teller from a lucky person into a lone star.

In severe cases, it may even overdraft the luck of the relatives around the performer, or even the entire family.

According to Andrew's guess, the Merlin family in this world should be the kind of mortal family that is born with certain prophetic abilities.

With this ability, they have indeed gained a certain status and wealth.

However, during the hundreds of years of development when he had tasted the sweetness of talent, he used this power recklessly and recklessly, and in the end, the fate of the entire family was wasted.

In the end, he fell into the tragic situation of losing his family and his family.

【Those who play with miracles will definitely be counterattacked by miracles.】

This point has been confirmed by numerous people and events.

No longer thinking about this family, which in Andrew's opinion was self-inflicted but somewhat sad, he continued to think about the current situation.

"This prophetic poem mentions twenty-two cards and twenty-two intentions...what do they represent?"

Andrew is not a spellcaster who specializes in prophecy. He doesn't know much about Tarot and Major Arcana cards, and there is no way to directly divine anything from them.

Holding the paper of prophecy, he could only think and reason using the most basic methods.

The most reasonable explanation that Andrew can think of is that this prophecy symbolizes something or someone.

"Things are less likely, but people are the most likely."

"Could these images refer to twenty-two different people?"

Andrew's thinking this way is not a whimsical thought, because there was once a sentence of unknown meaning in some of the few remaining documents -

[Each card in the Major Arcana represents a god.]

And now that the gods have disappeared, Merlin VI's prophecy cannot affect the level of the gods.

"Then...are they the contestants? Or are they among the undead?"

"And even if it represents the cards in it, what does it mean?"

Keep thinking, Andrew racked his brains.

Normal work is more of a no-brainer. Colleagues from other departments will take the initiative to prepare some information. All you have to do is follow the instructions.

"No, I can't think of it."

After thinking hard for a long time, Andrew's handsome face was full of helplessness.

It’s over, and I have become the kind of person I despise.

A rude person who has a brain full of muscles and can't think for himself at all.

It's really not elegant.

"call……"

He took a long breath, and just as Andrew sighed self-deprecatingly, a voice sounded behind him.

call……

It was like a tired monster groaning in relief, and the cold wind blew on Andrew's neck.

There was a cold feeling on his neck, and the hairs stood on end. The horrified Andrew suddenly looked behind him!

!!!

A gray ghost with an old-looking face was looking at him with dull eyes, motionless.

"when!?"

Whoosh!

His body suddenly surged, and Andrew had no time to think. He quickly rushed towards the secret room and threw three daggers from his arms the moment he was far away.

Thump thump thump!

The high-speed flying dagger was not blocked and went straight through the ghost's body and nailed to the wall behind.

Attacking with an enchanted dagger is not only a physical attack, but also has certain lethality against ghosts and spirits.

The dagger passed through, leaving three holes in the gray ghost's body.

Bo.

Then, as if the air was leaking, the originally vague ghost became more illusory, and the entire "body" began to dissipate inch by inch on the spot.

There was no resistance or escape. The ghost stayed where he was, looking at Andrew with complicated eyes.

No malice?

Quickly recovering from the sudden fright, Andrew stopped at the entrance of the secret room and stared at the ghost:

"Are you still conscious!? Who are you? Are you...Merlin VI?"

The most likely person to exist in this secret room is Merlin VI who left the vicious prophecy.

However, it seems that all the resentment has been left in the prophecy, and there is not even a trace of resentment left on the ghost in front of him.

The dissipation of the ghost spread to the head, and it finally responded.

The ghost with only half an eye smiled.

That's a terrifying smile that makes people cringe!

The gray ghost stared at Andrew, and the intermittent voice echoed in his ears:

"You...you will be..."

"Next……"

Bo.

Before he finished speaking, the gray ghost completely dissipated, leaving nothing behind.

With a serious face, Andrew didn't change much because of the other person's last words.

"I wouldn't be you."

"Never!"

The nobility and elegance of aristocrats flow in his blood, and he will not allow himself to fall into the miserable situation of the other party.

"But I have no enmity with him. Did he really show up in the end just to say something to curse me?"

Andrew couldn't figure it out and didn't understand the other party's motives.

Holding the pages of the prophecy book and walking out of the secret room, Andrew looked out the window and towards the noisy night.

"His prophecies seem to contain some special meaning..."

After thinking for a moment, Andrew finally gave up thinking on his own.

"Forget it...let's forget about it. I think it's time to use this."

If you can be lazy, don't torture yourself.

If you can use an external brain, why not?

Sighing at his own depravity, Andrew touched his hand to the bosom of his exquisite clothes.

What he took out from his pocket was a silver-textured badge.

And the pattern on the badge...

It’s a purposeless crow!

…

…

On the cruise ship, the legends chatted in twos and threes, not only about the content of the "Star Chaser" competition, but also about other things.

It's just a game to kill time. With so many legends at the moment, it's even more of a good opportunity to communicate.

Except for Keynes, no one came close to Augustus, and no one came to disturb him.

Augustus was also happy with this scene and kept watching silently.

Finally, his calm blue eyes changed slightly when Andrew picked up the prophetic poem.

"Prophecy, prophecy again."

"...Sir, what exactly is the [Observed Project] looking for?"

A definite person?

Or, a hope?

"Now it seems that the greatest possibility..."

His eyes moved slightly, and Augustus looked at the young figure who was pulling the undead priest to express his feelings.

"Is that you?"

"What role do you play in the prophecy?"
To be continued...