Chapter 397 Prey

Seeing his former subordinates again, Aaron was very emotional.

"Lin, Olivia..."

He recalled what had happened in many 'Light of Redemption' sects before, and his eyes gradually softened.

"Now they can be regarded as big figures in the mysterious world."

"Worst case scenario... both of them have gone crazy, or betrayed..."

"If there is no betrayal, then there is the possibility of redemption."

Aaron recalled the other party's previous crazy state, and his expression became extremely dignified.

"To redeem a hidden existence, the consumption of the 'power of the secret source' must be extremely terrifying..."

"Perhaps...it needs to be accumulated in units of years."

In the ancient times, the biggest thing he did was to announce his fate with the accumulation of "secret sources" for several years, and trap and kill the scarlet sun.

Now that this method is available, it is still a matter of whether the seniors who have the ability to think rationally recognize it.

And the birth of the sun may be the total explosion of the power accumulated in the "Secret Source" for thousands of years, and my accumulation of more than ten years is just a key.

This made it impossible for Aaron to estimate how much "quantity" is needed to redeem or kill a hidden existence!

"But there must be a lot... The current me still needs to continue to dormant."

He sighed and disconnected from Bruce.

Bruce's eyes became confused, and suddenly there was extreme fear: "I... I was possessed by a great existence just now?"

This kind of situation is quite dangerous in mysticism. Such a great existence will cause irreversible damage to the container just when the consciousness descends!

But when Bruce checked anxiously, his expression became confused again.

Because he discovered that he had nothing to do, but his condition was better than ever.

...

St. Margaery.

Inside first class.

Aaron took off the "fool's crown" and performed a purification for himself.

"Continue to hibernate and accumulate the 'power of the secret source'. This kind of gathering needs to be reduced in frequency. After all, every time you use the Fool's Crown, you must consume the 'power of the secret source' to counteract the negative effects..."

"Other than that, it is to continue to explore the limits of the 'Law of Surprise'."

"According to the currently known information, the 'Law of Surprise' has two modes. One is to actively give yourself or the enemy a 'surprise'. In this mode, the interference of fate is relatively small, and it may not necessarily achieve the ideal goal. "

Otherwise, Flender, the Archbishop of the Blood Cup and others would not have left so easily in Pulmouth last time.

"The second situation is to witness the contract, and then let an 'accident' happen to punish the violator... As long as the contract is signed, the interference of fate will be very strong. At least ordinary people will end up dying if they violate the agreement, but for extraordinary people The intervention of those who are in power or even high-level existence is still doubtful, and we need to continue to experiment... The only thing that is certain is that the interference of fate in this case is bound to be stronger than my initiative!"

"Then...when the sixth essence is activated, the 'Law of Accident' will probably become complete, and the 'accident' interference given by me will be quite powerful, making me comparable to an ordinary 'immortal'? Although I don't have the immortality of an immortal nature, so there is no long and long lifespan, but the strength is definitely the same... In the world, it can barely protect itself."

...

a week later.

bar.

Aaron was drinking and chatting with Paul and others.

While evaluating the differences between South Indonesian women and Invensian women, they enthusiastically discussed various anecdotes about hunting in the colony.

It is said that as long as the appearance is full of Invensway style, any aboriginal girl will fly to her like a bee seeing flowers when she walks on the street.

When Paul said these things, his eyeballs were red, his blood vessels were bulging, and his expression of longing and excitement made Aaron quite speechless.

He felt that even if the doctor didn't go bankrupt due to medical malpractice, sooner or later he would fall on a woman.

Aaron glanced around while drinking, as if waiting for the appearance of his prey.

Half an hour later, Kent finally appeared with a tired face and came to the bar: "Please give me a glass of wine that will help me sleep more peacefully at night."

"It's not good to drink too much alcohol at night."

Kent heard a slightly familiar voice, and immediately saw that too handsome Jack came to sit next to him with a glass of wine, and could only squeeze out a polite smile on his face: "Good evening, Mr. Cossini .”

For this young man who has been entangled with Helen, or Helen has been entangled, it is impossible for Kent to say that he does not have a little jealousy in his heart.

"Just call me Jack."

Aaron smiled familiarly: "I'll take this one."

"thanks!"

Kent thanked him politely, but he didn't say too much. Instead, he tugged on his collar, a little impatiently.

Because Miss Helen lost her temper again today, and he hid out to relax and have a drink, only to meet someone who looked unhappy again. This was not a pleasant experience.

But soon, he found that this Jack was indeed a good person, and every word seemed to speak to his heart, as if the two were friends who had known each other for many years.

The vigilance in his heart gradually dissipated, and seeing Aaron take out a deck of playing cards, he couldn't help waving his hand: "I don't play cards!"

"Then you really lost a lot of fun..." Aaron smiled disapprovingly: "I won't play cards today... let's do some divination! What do you want to fortune? Career? Love?"

Crash!

Aaron skillfully shuffled the cards, and his hands turned into countless afterimages as if by magic. Kent couldn't help being a little interested in that kind of gorgeous fancy skills.

'I am the Extraordinary, card divination...hehe...'

Kent took a sip of his wine, sighed and replied, "Let's love!"

"Good choice."

Aaron whistled and arranged a long list of cards on the table one by one: "Draw one."

"You don't need to read the divination items silently, or ask me to shuffle the cards?" Kent finally confirmed according to his own knowledge of occultism.

"No need." Aaron shook his head with a smile.

Seeing this, Kent was sure that the other party didn't even know a little bit about mysticism.

"At least...divination of my future, I have to shuffle the cards myself..."

He complained in his heart, took out a card, turned it over and pressed it on the table.

Among the cards, there was a pale skeleton with a hunched waist, carrying a huge pitch-black sickle.

"Death card!"

Aaron sighed: "It represents transformation and new life...Your luck is not very good...or...your love is at a trough."

Kent stared at Aaron, feeling that the other party was teasing him, and felt a little angry.

After all, why did his feelings sink into a trough?

Isn't it because of this handsome man opposite?

Of course, Kent also knew in his heart that the main reason was the fiancé officer whom he had never met.

"The trough is not terrible, but an opportunity for transformation. Face it squarely and face your heart bravely, and you will have good luck."

As a fortuneteller, Aaron continued to interpret the content of the Death Card, and finally shrugged his shoulders: "How about... let's make a bet?"