Chapter: 203
"Lord, when did this happen?" Anna and Joyce asked in surprise and concern.
Bogda is a young man with very short, short hair. His face is yellow, and his usually shrewd red eyes are also stained dim.
"What happened last week, because Joyce hasn't come back yet, I told Erin and the others not to tell you." Bogda explained with a wry smile.
Joyce asked calmly, "Have you considered when to have the surgery?"
Bogda's expression changed a few times and he said: "No, I haven't made a decision yet, you know, those surgeons are simply butchers, and the people who perform the surgery are just pieces of meat on the chopping board, they are slaughtered at will! I I�ve read a lot of reports that they even amputate people with axes! Lord, I doubt I�m going to die on the operating table.�
"However, if you continue to delay, maybe the surgery won't save you." The man with the short beard under his chin persuaded.
At this time, Anna interrupted suddenly: "Bogda, maybe you can consider doing a divination. If the divination shows that everything is going well, then you should have surgery as soon as possible. If the result of the divination is not good, then find another way and follow the divination. I know a real and magical fortuneteller, no, I should call him a fortuneteller, and I think he can definitely help you."
"Really?" Bogda asked back with obvious doubts, and their other friends had similar attitudes.
"Really." Anna nodded without hesitation, "I asked him for divination about Joyce's condition, and then he told me, go home, your fianc� is waiting for you at home, I was the same as you at that time, My heart was full of doubts, but when I got home, I really saw Joyce, he really came back!"
"I can testify to this point." Joyce echoed.
He didn't say anything about his visit to ask for a dream interpretation, because the police told him that Triss had not been caught yet, so he had to keep this secret to avoid retaliation.
"Lord, this is unbelievable!"
"Is divination really that magical?"
...
With exclamations, Bogda pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe I should really go for a fortune-telling. Anna, Joyce, can you tell me the address and name of that fortune-teller?"
Anna breathed a sigh of relief: "You made a wise choice."
"The fortune-teller is at the fortune-telling club in the Howers block."
"His name is Klein Moretti."
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Jinwutong District, in Deville Library.
Klein successfully applied for a library card with the letter of introduction that his tutor included in the letter.
While flipping through the small card in his hand, he asked several administrators: "Do you have "Research on the Ancient Ruins of the Main Peak of Hornacis" here? It was published by Loen People Publishing House."
One of the administrators immediately replied: "Please wait a moment, I will look for it."
He turned around, faced the drawers, opened the one corresponding to the initials of "Honakis", and then turned out several cards full of words according to a certain pattern.
After reading it carefully, he shook his head and said, "Sorry, sir, we don't have this book in our collection."
"What a pity." Klein replied slightly disappointed.
It seems that I can only write to the Loen People Publishing House, or go back to Hoy University...
At the same time, he sighed secretly, lamenting that the libraries of this world are still managed in the ancient way.
You need a computer, but unfortunately I can�t get out of the car... Klein laughed at himself, and then asked: "Are there journals such as "New Archeology" and "A Review of Archaeology?"
"Yes." The administrator replied affirmatively, "Mr. just returned it before." JrNovels.com
Bogda is a young man with very short, short hair. His face is yellow, and his usually shrewd red eyes are also stained dim.
"What happened last week, because Joyce hasn't come back yet, I told Erin and the others not to tell you." Bogda explained with a wry smile.
Joyce asked calmly, "Have you considered when to have the surgery?"
Bogda's expression changed a few times and he said: "No, I haven't made a decision yet, you know, those surgeons are simply butchers, and the people who perform the surgery are just pieces of meat on the chopping board, they are slaughtered at will! I I�ve read a lot of reports that they even amputate people with axes! Lord, I doubt I�m going to die on the operating table.�
"However, if you continue to delay, maybe the surgery won't save you." The man with the short beard under his chin persuaded.
At this time, Anna interrupted suddenly: "Bogda, maybe you can consider doing a divination. If the divination shows that everything is going well, then you should have surgery as soon as possible. If the result of the divination is not good, then find another way and follow the divination. I know a real and magical fortuneteller, no, I should call him a fortuneteller, and I think he can definitely help you."
"Really?" Bogda asked back with obvious doubts, and their other friends had similar attitudes.
"Really." Anna nodded without hesitation, "I asked him for divination about Joyce's condition, and then he told me, go home, your fianc� is waiting for you at home, I was the same as you at that time, My heart was full of doubts, but when I got home, I really saw Joyce, he really came back!"
"I can testify to this point." Joyce echoed.
He didn't say anything about his visit to ask for a dream interpretation, because the police told him that Triss had not been caught yet, so he had to keep this secret to avoid retaliation.
"Lord, this is unbelievable!"
"Is divination really that magical?"
...
With exclamations, Bogda pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe I should really go for a fortune-telling. Anna, Joyce, can you tell me the address and name of that fortune-teller?"
Anna breathed a sigh of relief: "You made a wise choice."
"The fortune-teller is at the fortune-telling club in the Howers block."
"His name is Klein Moretti."
����
Jinwutong District, in Deville Library.
Klein successfully applied for a library card with the letter of introduction that his tutor included in the letter.
While flipping through the small card in his hand, he asked several administrators: "Do you have "Research on the Ancient Ruins of the Main Peak of Hornacis" here? It was published by Loen People Publishing House."
One of the administrators immediately replied: "Please wait a moment, I will look for it."
He turned around, faced the drawers, opened the one corresponding to the initials of "Honakis", and then turned out several cards full of words according to a certain pattern.
After reading it carefully, he shook his head and said, "Sorry, sir, we don't have this book in our collection."
"What a pity." Klein replied slightly disappointed.
It seems that I can only write to the Loen People Publishing House, or go back to Hoy University...
At the same time, he sighed secretly, lamenting that the libraries of this world are still managed in the ancient way.
You need a computer, but unfortunately I can�t get out of the car... Klein laughed at himself, and then asked: "Are there journals such as "New Archeology" and "A Review of Archaeology?"
"Yes." The administrator replied affirmatively, "Mr. just returned it before." JrNovels.com
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