"There are still three days until New Year." Agnes couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the busy dock city in the morning.
"I guess you didn't count today." Lani said after hearing Agnes's words.
Agnes couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, smiled and shook her head.
"No, I didn't include the last day of December." She explained casually, ignoring Rani's somewhat confused look, and turned her gaze to the old man sitting on the bench beside the flower bed in the square.
It was an old man who looked to be sixty or seventy years old, but had a pair of dark eyes. He was dressed like a standard Loen gentleman, and his face looked kind and kind. A black felt cloth was spread out beside him, with Stacks of cards with dark blue back designs were spread out haphazardly on top.
Agnes leaned closer to Lani and whispered something in her ear. Lani couldn't help but glance at Agnes with a strange look on her face, then turned and walked towards the street on one side.
Agnes, on the other hand, walked towards the old man and sat on the other side of the card pile beside him.
"Madam, do you want to try tarot divination?" The old man looked at Agnes and said with a smile that looked particularly kind.
Agnes took a look at the pile of cards that the old man had placed haphazardly on the newspaper next to her. The only face-up card had a roulette wheel occupying most of the area. The tip of the sword in the angel's hand above the roulette wheel was pointing at her.
"A complete divination is not necessary," Agnes looked up into the old man's eyes and smiled. "For my problem, just drawing one card is enough."
The old man smiled and nodded, shuffling the cards skillfully and placing them on the black felt cloth.
Agnes watched the old man's movements calmly, picked up the top card and turned it over.
"Devil card, correct position." Agnes said softly.
The sharp horns closer to Agnes were dark green in color, and the skeleton-like man at his feet was grasping the chain around his neck in pain.
"No, it's reversed." The old man picked up the card pile on one side, grabbed the entire felt cloth and turned the side that was originally facing him towards Agnes.
"Tsk, who is the diviner? Who is the inquirer?" Agnes couldn't help laughing, raised her head and looked at the old man, "Well, I think there is no need to interpret it."
"You are gentler than I thought." The old man looked up and stared into Agnes's gray-blue eyes.
"I thought you chose to meet me because... you knew something." Agnes couldn't help but said aloud as she watched the old man stack the cards in his hand on the black felt cloth.
"No, I don't know," the old man shrugged. "It's just because if I came here today something good would happen to me..."
Agnes couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.
"Okay, just kidding," the old man looked at Agnes' speechless expression and said with a chuckle, "Of course I have heard about it. It brings painful joy, never-ending expectation, and hidden... The undeclared god.”
Agnes listened to the old man's words and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "I don't know this."
The old man blinked and said: "As long as it can be pointed and the person pointed to is willing to respond, then it is effective, isn't it?"
"Well, that makes sense." Agnes casually picked up the devil card that was unfolded next to her. "Then why is it a good thing to see me? Most diviners are probably not willing to meet this card."
"But it's inevitable to receive such a revelation, isn't it?" The old man showed a smile, put the devil card back into the deck, and handed the whole deck to Agnes, "I originally thought you might be the one I have been waiting for. It is relevant, but at present, it is not the case.”
"Then it seems that meeting me today is a bad thing." Agnes sighed slightly.
"No, it's a good thing." said the old man.
He looked at Agnes's confused look as if she wanted to ask something, and then added: "It's not my place to tell you this."
"Okay," Agnes nodded, "You are more candid than I thought."
"You should prefer a more frank way of communication." The old man said.
"Yes, that is indeed the case," Agnes thought for a moment and nodded firmly, "Then I have a question about the School of Life and the Church of the Mother Earth..."
"Oh, when a person succeeds, there are always many people who will get some inspiration from this person's success," the old man said in an unclear manner, "Apart from the planner, you should be the only one who knows the key to this matter. I just Just a poor housekeeper who is busy coordinating various conflicts every day."
Agnes couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. She raised her head helplessly, and her eyes stopped on Lani, who was walking towards the square.
She turned her head and said to the old man with a slight smile: "I just asked Lani to buy two cones, do you want to eat them?"
The old man's face was dull for a moment, then he put on a serious expression and slowly said, "Madam, it is very unladylike to seduce an old man with a fragile digestive system with ice cream."
Agnes reached out and took the cone from Lani's hand and shrugged, "Being a lady is really tiring."
She turned her head, picked up one of them, took a lick, and raised the other one.
"So, do you want to eat?"
The old man hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
...
"There is news from Fenerport City that they are preparing to officially implement the Pagani Act after the New Year." Lord Bartley, who has light brown semi-long curly hair, looked at the young gentleman in front of him with a teasing smile. said.
"Mr. Lord..." The young gentleman sighed helplessly, but his expression became tense.
"Oh, or I should call it the "Protection of Trade and Commerce from Unlawful Restrictions and Monopolies Act." Lord Bartley stopped his smile, looked a little more serious, and said, "The most important one in it, any contract, is to Any union or other form of association or conspiracy for the purpose of restraining trade or commerce among the States or with any foreign country shall be unlawful."
"After half a year of process, it's time to really show the results," the young gentleman whispered, "The impact always appears much earlier than the results of the process."
"In fact, the impact before the results come out compared to the impact after the results come out is the difference between drizzle and storm." Lord Bartley said in a low voice.
"Dicey County is an important area bordering Feneport and Roon. There will definitely be quite a stir after the bill is officially implemented." Lord Bartley stared at the young gentleman closely. "You should understand that the 'District Attorney' is not a It was set up for those sporadic cases."
"The stage you should be on may soon have a new name, such as the Economic Court."
