Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 729: Dragon-shaped Tarot! Elf Tarot! Never heard of such new terms!
Fei Ji was taken aback for a moment, but then said confidently, "Of course it’s true. Tarot cards don’t lie. The thing he is looking for truly can’t be found anymore. This card indicates it’s unsolvable."
As he spoke, he glanced cautiously at Nangong Mo, "Fourth Master, do you want to help him find it?"
From the cards, he could vaguely discern that Bao Gucheng had lost at least six items, but all of them were gone so completely that not even a speck of dust could be recovered.
If he were to further divinate their whereabouts, it would also be impossible to find out.
Those six items of Bao Gucheng’s seemed more like destruction than loss.
Nangong Mo said coldly, "If they can’t be found, all the better. Go collect your reward!"
Fei Ji: "..."
Truly, he couldn’t fathom this Fourth Master’s mind!
Obviously spent hundreds of thousands to bring him over from abroad, only to end up divining such a trivial matter, and for someone else’s affairs at that?
He had thought the Fourth Master would give him some big assignment, so he could seize the opportunity to ask for more money.
"Then, Fourth Master, if there’s a chance, let’s cooperate again in the future?"
Fei Ji stood up, prepared to shake hands with Nangong Mo to say goodbye.
Who knew.
Nangong Mo didn’t even get up, his eyes were gazing at the night sky outside the window, lost in thought, paying no heed to Fei Ji.
Fei Ji: "..."
Spending money to have him divine, yet treating him with indifference, this Fourth Master certainly had quite the airs!
Calling his divination fee "reward money," he really didn’t think much of him at all!
Just an ordinary person with some money, daring to act high and mighty with a master like this?
I’ll curse you when I get back!
Leaving the private room in a huff, Fei Ji ran into two young women who had just gotten up from the bar downstairs.
One of them saw him, her brow moved, and she beamed, "Are you... Master Fei Ji?"
Being recognized on the spot was quite a moment of prestige for Fei Ji. The little old man’s squinting eyes crinkled into a face full of wrinkles, "Oh, you recognize me?"
Gu Shiyin was poised and smiled gently, "Master Fei Ji, your skill in Dragon Tarot is unparalleled in the circles. Those who can’t recognize your true strength are simply ignorant."
Fei Ji’s breath hitched.
Not just because Gu Shiyin’s words were so gratifying, but also because he never imagined that such a highly specialized term like "Dragon Tarot," a secret known only within a small circle, would be understood by this seemingly ordinary Empire woman?
He put on airs, "Who told you about Dragon Tarot?"
Gu Shiyin laughed, "When I was studying Elf Tarot, I heard the seniors mention you. They spoke of you with utmost respect and admiration."
Only then did Fei Ji carefully sized up Gu Shiyin, "You’re from the Empire, and you know Elf Tarot?"
Gu Shiyin modestly waved her hand, "Compared to your Dragon Tarot, what I know is not worth mentioning."
Gu Shiyin’s speech was so masterful, skillfully flattering people without leaving traces.
The more Fei Ji listened, the better he felt, and he couldn’t help but lift his chin slightly, his tone taking on a touch of disdain:
"That’s right, only you wealthy and brainless Empire people think Tarot is just for divination. A true Tarot Master is proficient not in divination, but in curses!"
"Indeed, Master Fei Ji, you’re too modest to even bother taking on the tasks of those common people."
"Haha, exactly, thinking money can sway me? Ridiculous!"
"Your ability is an art, Master, using money is simply an insult to you."
"Young lady, you’ve got quite the mind, what’s your name?"
"My surname is Gu, you can call me Shiyin, but Master, you probably haven’t heard my name in the circles. After all, my meager talent in Elf Tarot is nothing compared to your Dragon Tarot."
