Chapter 740: Chapter 240 Poker Round: Four Kings Carry the Coffin (Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Leonard Churchill encountered an acquaintance a hundred years ago, an incident so absurd yet plausible that he couldn’t calm his thoughts for a long time.
“Can you believe that a person hasn’t changed at all in a hundred years?”
“What’s with this Elder Clinton exactly?”
Leonard felt this was even harder to understand than traversing through time and space.
Vera Williams, standing beside him, followed his gaze as he stopped in his tracks and looked ahead.
Poker Divination Shop?
It turned out to be a respectable establishment after all.
Vera casually asked, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, are you interested in divination?”
Leonard wasn’t exactly interested in divination, but he didn’t know how to express that; he could only casually say, “You could say that.”
Upon hearing his response, Vera blinked in confusion.
Could such a wise man as Mr. Leonard Churchill actually believe in this?
Looking at the sleazy old man with the gapped front teeth, it was clear from his appearance that he couldn’t be relied on, and Vera didn’t forget to remind him, “But I’ve heard from Teacher that the wandering diviners on the streets are basically swindlers. After all, divination carries a hefty price, usually one’s lifespan, or it can impact one’s own life pattern. They wouldn’t just come out to give divinations for a little money...”
The advertising was so crude, a scam for sure.
And it’s supposed to be free?
Who would believe that.
“...”
Leonard, hearing this, just smiled without saying a word.
It wasn’t easy to speak of other diviners, but this one... truly was a high expert beyond measure.
After all, even Barre Shepherd, that cranky old man, had to call him ‘Senior’.
Leonard glanced at Vera beside him, who was considerate enough to take out a piece of black bread and hand it over, saying politely, “Old sir, this is for you.”
Even though Vera thought of him as a “fake diviner,” as a commoner just trying to make a living, she didn’t harbor any ill will.
Elder Clinton took the black bread, his face lighting up with joy as he kept thanking her, “Oh my, thank you, young lady.”
He hadn’t even started the divination, and he had already been given a reward; this must be his lucky day.
Leonard watched Elder Clinton’s every move carefully; his appearance and demeanor were indeed exactly the same as they would be a hundred years later.
He casually asked, “Senior, have we met somewhere before?”
Elder Clinton looked confused, “Huh? This... old man’s memory isn’t too good. Have we met?”
Leonard just smiled and shook his head.
It was clear he shouldn’t have held any expectations.
Elder Clinton from a hundred years ago definitely wouldn’t remember him.
Even if he did recognize him, with his memory, he surely would have forgotten.
Huh... so does that mean I had encountered him a hundred years ago?
Upon this realization, a complex logic of cause and effect began to churn in Leonard’s head: Could it be that my future self was also influenced by this meeting?
Before he could contemplate further, Elder Clinton spoke up, “What would you two like to divine? How about, to start, you draw two cards?”
Having received his payment, the man maintained a sense of professional ethics, eager to show off his skills.
Although Vera didn’t believe this gentleman was truly a diviner, she was still very curious about this folk divination.
After glancing at Leonard and receiving a nod of consent, she said, “Why not, I’ll draw one first?”
Elder Clinton shuffled the poker cards and fanned them out gracefully on the black cloth, “Alrighty! Young lady, pick any card you like.”
Vera reached out and drew a “Spades 8” from the deck without much thought.
Elder Clinton’s eyes narrowed into a smile as he exclaimed, “Ah, that’s a good card. It speaks of nobility and a life not lacking in wealth.”