Are there tarot cards here?

However, Martin has no good impression of this kind of thing. Many female students in college believe in this, and it is quite a bit of a terrible one.

"Is there any difference between dreaming method and spiritual mirror divination?"

Martin asked cautiously.

Doriani thought about it and then said, "I can't say the specific differences, but spiritual mirror divination requires external force, and the reliable prayer targets are the seven gods, but they..."

Doriani suddenly stopped talking when he said this.

But Martin already understood that in the late winter era, God’s grace was far away from this world, and even the orthodox believers in various temples could hardly get God’s response, let alone the divination of the pan-worshippers?

Doriani immediately said, "But no matter which one it is, it is not suitable here. Let's borrow Ms. Casan's lounge first!"

Martin nodded, stood up from his seat, and followed Doriani to the small room with blue curtains hanging.

He skillfully brewed a pot of tea, and the faint fragrance of flower tea lingers in the room.

Then, the two sat face to face on the sofa, and Martin took the initiative to pour a cup of flower tea for Doriani and himself.

"Just use the dream method to divine, it sounds like you want to have a dream?"

Martin took a sip of flower tea, fell into the sofa, and looked at the cramped Doriani with some expectation.

After all, this place belongs to Miss Casan.

Although she had received her permission to enter at will, she was hesitant to make a pot of tea like Martin.

It would be fine if Alder was, but both she and Martin were newcomers, so it was a bad idea to do so.

Martin obviously saw Doriani's concerns, picked up her teacup and handed it to her: "Try it first, Ms. Casan's collection tastes great!"

He was stunned for a moment, then stared at Martin's face with a relaxed smile for a moment. Dorenia nodded heavily, and the cup drank the flower tea in one go.

"If you enter a dream, you will see some pictures in your dreams. The specific answer depends on yourself. Let's talk about what you want to divine?

Martin filled her with a cup, pondered for a moment before saying, "I am facing a life threat that must be dealt with within a certain period of time, but the solution has not been found, so I want to use divination to find a way to crack it."

Doriani frowned slightly: "This description may not be very accurate. We are extraordinary people and have joined Shijiang again. If the threat of life is from many aspects, can it be more accurate?"

Seeing that Martin was hesitant, Doriani added: "Don't worry, I'm not trying to explore your secrets, but if the divination problem is too broad, the revelation you get will become difficult to interpret."

"You can add some limited descriptions, such as the source of the threat, in what ways, what special time points are there, etc."

After talking about divination, Doriani said more and he drank the second cup of tea by the way.

Martin pondered her words and said, "The threat comes from an ancient organization, about the soul level, time... September 23."

Doriani silently wrote down a few words on the white paper, with a very serious expression.

Then, she carefully and slowly read the above content as if she was asking for verification with Martin:

"Ancient organization, soul realm, September 23rd...isn't it wrong?"

"Yes! So what else do I need to do next?"

Martin nodded.

Doriani shook his head gently, read it silently again, then moved his eyes from the paper to Martin, and ordered:

"You can lie down with peace of mind now, and in a relaxed posture, and don't think about anything else in your mind, just like when you are sleeping."

When Martin heard this, he immediately did it.

My body, which was originally leaning on the sofa, was more relaxed, and then she sank two points in the sponge, and then closed her eyes.

I have to say that Casan's lounge is much better than their public room and is very suitable for rest.

Moreover, in this relatively hidden environment, it is also convenient for subsequent divination.

Seeing Martin close his eyes, Doriani's expression became serious.

She stretched her hands forward, her palms facing each other, her five fingers bent slightly, and it seemed like she was holding a non-existent ball between her hands.

A unique energy fluctuation came from her, and Martin soon sensed this wonderful power.

He found that he seemed to be able to judge which field they belong to through different power fluctuations.

For example, Tiya, Captain and Alder, after using their abilities in front of him, Martin could feel that their abilities belong to the same category.

Divination is a sequence of fate, and Martin now has an impression of the energy fluctuations of the sequence of fate.

The fluctuations soon continued to spread to Martin.

At this moment, he relaxed his body and mind without resisting, and his thoughts slowly merged into this fluctuation, as if he was combined with it...

The room was completely quiet.

Water vapor rose from two cups of hot tea, and the gentle white mist was rubbed by invisible force in the air, turning into various shapes.

As the picture turned, Martin opened his eyes and a real-life map appeared in his eyes.

Is this...a small town?

Martin, who was in a high altitude view, had no other thoughts, as if he had become a camera, but he still could not control the angle.

The image is pulled in quickly and the viewing angle falls.

There is a sparkling river next to the town, and there are more than a dozen leisurely cattle and sheep on the beach.

As the perspective declines, the situation in the town becomes clearer.

There is a tall tower in the center and a large mechanical clock on the tower.

The perspective continued to fall, directly hitting the roof of a building, then penetrated and entered a room.

This is a study room with no one inside, but the decoration is very luxurious, and there are a lot of books on the large mahogany desk.

But Martin's vision was not controlled at all and he focused directly on a certain book.

The title of the book is particularly clear.

"Ode to White Feathers"...

Next to this book, several cards are placed scattered on the table. The cards are very light and black all over and made of matte material.

card!

Card with curse!

A strong emotion surged in Martin's body, and then realized that he could do nothing in his dream.

Just as he was about to wake up, his eyes suddenly turned dark, as if something was covering the camera.

Then, he felt his body lightening and the scene around him changed again.

Confused, real confusion.

There is nothing up, down, left and right, it is a mess.

Here, it seems that space does not exist, nor does it have the concept of direction or time.

Suddenly, a fair face entered Martin's vision, so white that it was almost transparent.

She wore quaint clothes and her distinctive features of full and towering proved to be a female body.

She was extremely tall, as if she was a legendary giant.

Even without references, Martin felt this way.

Martin's vision was uncontrollable and focused on his pale face.

She wore a wreath of thorns on her head, and the thorns thorned into the white skin, and blood oozed out, spreading along the thorns, dyeing the petals red.

Holy and charming!

Her eyes were closed, her lips were bloodless. I don't know if she had fallen into a long sleep or was simply a cold corpse.

Just as Martin was about to be intoxicated by the face.

Suddenly, a feeling of being watched came!

Her eyes moved, as if she was about to open her closed eyelids.

Martin suddenly felt something strange.

She is looking at herself!

What is she?

Are you going to wake up?

Suddenly, a warning came from Martin's heart, as if something terrifying was about to happen!

However, he could not control his body at all.

But at this moment, Martin suddenly felt a stream of radiance wrapping him around, and the scenery in his eyes changed instantly.

In a vague way, he saw the colorful world again.

Then... everything in front of you returns to silence.

He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he had returned to reality.

"Are you okay?"

Huh... Huh...

Martin sat on the sofa, gasping for breath.

The sweat beads that had already emerged from his forehead were constantly flowing down his cheeks as the breathing vibrated.

Raising his sleeves and wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Martin took a deep breath, waved his hand to the concerned Doriani, picked up the teacup and drank it all.

The tea has become cold at some point.

The shirt on the back also felt a chill.

In fact, not only his shirt, but his whole body was already soaked in sweat.
Chapter completed!