Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1570: Chapter 1570 Calculation

Devlin walked faster and faster!

He had a vague sense that something was wrong!

He was a cautious person!

So cautious, it drove people mad!

Unless he doesn’t appear, when he does, he ensures absolute safety.

With Ramir Harris around, he could easily slip away right under Julius Reed’s nose.

Ramir Harris at his peak could kill the Master!

Even if he couldn’t kill him!

The sword would be enough to inflict a severe blow to the Master.

Even though the Master was already being held back, Devlin still felt uneasy.

He needed to leave quickly. noveldrama

But suddenly.

Devlin stopped in his tracks.

On the street, snow was falling heavily, and there were almost no pedestrians.

Yet, a man sat under a streetlamp, ignoring the wind and snow.

Beside the man was a flag, almost entirely covered by snow.

But faintly, the words "Fortune Teller" could be seen on it.

A fortune teller?

In the heavy snow, telling fortunes by the roadside.

Would anyone come?

Devlin’s tense mood relaxed a bit.

What could happen?

The Master was locked in a fierce battle with Ramir Harris, even if the man in front were one of the Master’s.

What was there to be afraid of?

He, Devlin, had some skills too.

"Fortune telling?"

Devlin walked to the booth and asked aloud.

"Excuse me, are you blind?" Harry River, wearing a ragged cotton jacket, squatted in the snow, shivering from the cold.

"Do I look blind?" Devlin suddenly laughed.

Amusing.

He looked at the fortune teller in front of him, who wasn’t wearing sunglasses.

His eyes darted around, clearly in good condition.

"Not blind, and you can’t see the words on the flag? I’m not a fortune teller; am I a food delivery guy?"

Harry River snorted lightly, continuing to squat on the ground.

"Ding! You have a new order!"

Harry River quickly hit his phone!

"Damn! The cold killed the battery!" He looked at the black-screened Apple phone, helplessly saying: "If I had money to buy a new Apple phone, it wouldn’t die, and I wouldn’t miss delivery orders. This iPhone 5, it’s time to toss it out."

Saying that, he gestured to throw the phone away!

But still reluctantly put it back in his pocket.

"I say, if you’re doing fortune telling, then hurry up! Otherwise, I’m heading home." Harry River stood up, reached into the thick snow, and lifted a bicycle.

The bicycle was worn, but it was still a means of transportation.

If someone saw the legendary divination master Jesse River fallen to such a state, they’d be stunned.

But this was the reality.

However, now Jesse River had changed his name to Harry River.

Me, Harry riding a bike for deliveries, what’s that to Jesse River?

"Hold on!" Devlin reached into his pocket, smiling as he asked, "How much for a fortune?"

"Fifty!" Harry River kicked the bicycle, snow continually falling off.

Yet the newly fallen snow still covered the bicycle.

"Is this enough?" Devlin pulled out a hidden blade box from his coat, aiming it at Harry’s head.

"I thought you were going to pay." Harry River calmly laid the bike down, squatting in the snow: "Didn’t expect to meet a robber."

"Your fortune isn’t accurate." Devlin pulled out a cigarette with one hand from his coat, putting it in his mouth.

The wind howled!

Snow was swirling.

The cigarette was blown away.

"You can talk nonsense about food, but not about matters!" Harry River raised his head, his eyes squinting against the wind and snow.

Confused!

Tired!

"If your fortune was accurate, how come you didn’t foresee that I’d kill you today!" Devlin seemed quite proud: "So, your fortune isn’t accurate."

"Wrong!" Harry River used his hand to clear the path in front of him, lightly patting down the snow.

"Impossible!" Devlin put away the hidden blade box, squatting down as well. "Why wouldn’t I kill you?"

"Because my fortune is accurate; you will give me money." Harry River confidently reached into the snow, groping around.

Took out a deck of cards.

The snowstorm was fierce!

With the cards bundled together, they barely avoided being blown away.

"With this?" Devlin pointed at the cards: "I thought you’d shake sticks or use a Compass."

"Just tools." Harry River turned his back to Devlin, continuously fumbling. "Like some people, just tools. I can use cards to divine; others can use a Compass. These cards sometimes swell with pride, forgetting what they are. They think I’m accurate because of them? These cards are thinking too much."

Harry River chuckled, "Without them, I’d switch to another deck and still be a genius diviner! As for them, just waste paper."

Devlin was stunned for a moment, laughing, "Sounds like a hint at something."

"Unintentional words, but heard with intent." Harry River kept fiddling with his back to Devlin.

"What are you doing? Fortune telling." Devlin walked up to Harry River, curious about this fortune teller’s trick. "Finish it, so I can..."

"What, never seen a man take a leak?" Harry River looked at Devlin, a bit annoyed.

"Seen it, seen it." Devlin quickly turned around.

"Or haven’t you seen a landslide?" Harry River asked again.

A stream of warmth broke the ice-cold evening!

Like the warm water of heavenly mountains, it fell into the icy snow.

With its warmth, it melted the snow, wanting the snow to become water like itself.

Yet, in the end, it couldn’t resist this world, turning into ice by the relentless snow.

Lost its original form, lost its warmth.

The only proof of it ever being there was the touch of yellow on the snow.

"Hiss!"

Harry River inhaled sharply.

Northern winter, relieving oneself outdoors, is really not easy.

He pulled up his pants, turned around, and fiddled with the cards.

"What should I divine?" Harry River asked.

"Divine what I want you to," Devlin shoved his hands in his pockets, facing Harry River: "Aren’t you a diviner? Guess what I want to divine?"

"Then let’s see." Harry River, skillful yet somewhat clumsy, using his gloved hands, kept arranging the cards on the ground.

After a minute.

He raised his head, packing up the cards.

"Pay first." Harry River stretched out his hand.

"What kind of logic is that?" Devlin was slightly startled: "The fortune isn’t told, and you ask for money first?"

"I’m afraid you won’t live to pay." Harry River packed the cards, mounted the bike, extending one hand: "Pay first."

"Give me a reason to pay." Devlin wasn’t concerned.

Julius Reed wouldn’t find him for a while.

"Devlin, what you’re looking for isn’t in the Town. The person you’re looking for isn’t in the Town either. Also, best not to set your sights on your daughter. Your daughter might be your last lifeline. If you want to stay alive, curb your behavior. Also, the weapon in your hand might not be able to subdue the Emperor."

Harry River sighed, feeling somewhat exhausted.

"That sword is indeed a double-edged blade. You think it can help you suppress the Emperor, make the Emperor obey you. But that sword might also kill you."

Finished speaking.

Harry River didn’t ask for money again, but trudged on in the snowstorm.

"So, where is that weapon?"

Elaenor Wood’s voice suddenly sounded behind Devlin.