Scrounging for food was harry River’s forte.
As a fortune teller, living al to al was common.
After all, those who believe might want to kill to silence you after the reading.
And those who don’t believe wouldn’t pay a di.
Running for your life and scrounging for food were more critical in the fortune-telling business than the art itself.
Even though the banquet hadn’t started, harry River had slipped in early, seated at a table in the corner, munching on snacks.
Grandmaster Caelum Danvers was very particular about reputation.
Even though the banquet hadn’t begun, he had arranged for the hotel to provide plenty of snacks to keep guests entertained during the long wait.
Harry River was ravenous.
When he sensed sothing amiss and looked up.
His eyes t Julius Reed’s.
Gulp.
Harry River choked.
He grabbed a bottle of drink, hurriedly twisting it open.
Perhaps too nervous, he ended up spilling the drink all over.
Harry River didn’t care about his dirty clothes, since they were all scavenged, and greedily drank, finally swallowing the chip stuck in his throat.
Then!
He bolted!
But no matter how hard he tried!
No matter how desperately he ran!
It seed like he hadn’t moved at all.
Harry River looked down and found his feet were off the ground.
When he looked up again, he was greeted by Elaenor Wood’s smile.
"Have rcy!"
Harry River clasped his hands together, pleading, "Don’t hold a grudge against a beggar."
"It’s not who’s holding a grudge, it’s him." Elaenor Wood pointed to Julius Reed and shrugged helplessly, "I’m just a lackey, a little brother."
"Fine then." Harry River sighed despondently, then suddenly shrank back!
This was the secret skill of their lineage!
Slick ’em beneath the sole!
Thud!
"Ouch!"
Harry River fell straight to the ground, face first.
Beneath his feet, a layer of ice had ford at so point.
This ice had frozen his shoes solid, preventing him from moving an inch.
"What the hell!"
The commotion didn’t escape the eyes of the Phoenix Gate disciples.
It was the boss’s birthday; they had to ensure nothing went wrong.
"No worries, my friend hasn’t seen much of the world, drank too much," Elaenor Wood lifted harry River up.
"Mind your manners! If this happens again, you’ll be thrown out!" The Phoenix Gate disciple glanced at Harry River disdainfully.
If it weren’t for the boss’s birthday today, they surely would’ve kicked this shabby man out.
Disgusting!
Reeking of poverty!
"Understood, sir." Harry River replied feebly.
Fortunately, his fall left him bruised, not only bleeding but with a deford nose, which prevented him from being recognized by Master Danvers’ lackeys.
Otherwise, he might’ve beco an extra dish, Harry River stew.
"Shall we?" Elaenor Wood asked with a grin.
"Okay." Harry River was left with no temper.
Couldn’t outrun them, couldn’t defeat them either.
Hope the master isn’t interested in my life.
"I say, must we be so high-profile?" Harry River sat beside Julius Reed, pulled out a tissue from the table, wiped his nosebleed, and discarded it casually on the floor.
"Front row, huh! One of us has toyed with Old Master Danvers, the other is his wanted person— I bet, the one Master Danvers wants to find is surely an enemy." He glanced around, genuinely a bit worried.
But soon, Harry River cald down.
He grabbed so chips from the table, eating them heartily.
Very crispy!
Utterly fearless!
"I say, keep your voice down..." Quillermo Ridge whispered in terror beside him.
He glanced at his smartwatch.
Heartbeat 180.
Feeling the thrill.
Front row!
Still, the whole town’s wanted man!
At a martial artist’s gathering!
What might happen?
"Afraid of what, have a bite." Harry River stuffed chips into Quillermo Ridge’s mouth, speaking unclearly, "With him here, what are we worried about? Master Danvers wants to kill, he’ll kill him first."
Hearing this, Quillermo Ridge beca more composed.
Though still quite anxious.
"What’s your occupation?" Julius Reed leaned over, smiling at Harry River.
"Beggar."
Harry River replied while eating.
But the next mont.
He stopped.
A hidden weapon case was aid right at his head.
"Occupation, fortune teller. Na, Harry River. Age, sixty-six. Gender..."
Before Harry River could finish, Julius Reed put away the hidden weapon case, smiling broadly, "Had you cooperated earlier, it would’ve been better."
"That is..." Harry River was drenched in sweat.
Sweat soaked into the cuts on his face, stinging a bit.
"Why did you run that day?" Julius Reed slapped the hidden weapon case onto the table, poured himself a cup of tea from the teapot.
"Because..." Within half a second, Harry River’s mind raced!
But seeing that hidden weapon case, he decided to abandon all fantasies.
"Caelum Danvers was searching for you, ca to for fortune-telling. When I looked up, I happened to see the person I was supposed to predict for. Wouldn’t you run?" Harry River admitted honestly.
There’s no point in hiding.
The opposite was a smart man.
Daring to sit publicly in the front row, attending his enemy’s birthday banquet, surely a clever man.
Or a fool to the extre.
But being able to attend suggested he wasn’t a fool.
Harry River was curious if this was the young man who killed his grandmaster.
Immortality?
"Why not tell Caelum Danvers? This way, you could earn yourself a fortune." Julius Reed sipped his tea, his eyes fixed on him.
"Killing you, Caelum Danvers knows I predict accurately. I’d be losing my freedom in the next life. But if not, then you might inquire and take my life. Any way, it’s a losing deal." Harry River twisted open a bottle of wine, drinking heartily.
No matter if live or die today, better drink happily.
Even in death, die a stuffed ghost.
"Smart man." Julius Reed poured a cup of tea, pushed it to him, "There are very few people I pour tea for. Among them, most drink poison tea."
"So, am I going to die?" Harry River remained calm.
Luck wasn’t on his side.
Life and death are fate, wealth is from heaven.
Accept it!
"But I never play by the rules." Julius Reed reclined, arms crossed, "Predict sothing."
"Predict what."
Harry River hesitated briefly, grabbed the teacup, and drank it down.
If this is poison, don’t let predict.
If it’s not, I can still give it a shot.
After half a minute.
He found himself still alive.
"Predict whether Caelum Danvers will die today." Julius Reed spoke calmly.
Quillermo Ridge beside him was scared stiff, collapsing onto the floor.
Nearly fainting.
"Boss, Master Danvers has achieved immortality! I saw firsthand, even darts can’t kill him!" Quillermo Ridge urgently urged in protest. "Keep your voice down, if others hear..."
Afraid to implicate himself.
"That’s right, I also saw with my own eyes." Harry River had no intention to predict.
How does an immortal die?
"Predict."
Julius Reed tapped his fingers on the table.
"Fine!" Harry River chuckled, pulling out a stack of cards from his pocket.
"Let tell you, Caelum Danvers can’t be killed. No matter if you believe or not, I’m..." Before he finished speaking, Harry River stared at a few playing cards in his hand.
Then suddenly looked up sharply, gazing at Julius Reed.
His eyes filled with shock!
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