Author: Yan Youwu

"Is this your divination ability? This is the first time I've seen it."

Ivy whispered, obviously full of curiosity.

"You don't need an astrolabe, rituals or other auxiliary means? Can you predict the result just by pinching your fingers a few times?"

The painter's observation ability is indeed extremely keen. Dante laughed. He had deliberately covered it up just now, but Ivy didn't expect to find it.

"The role of ancient relics is very important. It can help me enter the state of divination faster."

Dante smiled and avoided the topic, pointing to the "Iron Thorn" bar across the street:

"As for whether it's effective, we'll see the results after a while."

Pushing open the heavy door of the bar, Dante walked in and was almost overcome by the heat wave that hit his face and the strong and lingering smell of alcohol.

There is a boxing ring in the center of the "Iron Thorn" bar. Two shirtless men are resting on both sides, preparing for the next fight. Dozens of drinkers are shouting loudly around them, some of them are in high spirits.

Some were yelling and swearing, and the bartender in charge of the bank was going to the table to collect or hand out money. It was obvious that there was a boxing match that had ended before and everyone had a winner or a loser.

"Joseph's father was once an underground boxer, relying on a pair of fists to earn the entire family's income."

Ivy looked at the two scarred players on the boxing ring and showed a somewhat sad expression: "We are actually just struggling for life."

"There is nothing easy in the adult world." Dante thought of a saying that was popular on the Internet in his previous life.

"The same goes for extraordinary people. Although they have abilities that are different from ordinary people and can receive a sufficiently generous salary, they often face more troubles and dangers."

Ivy sighed, turned her head uneasily and asked: "Are you sure you don't have that strange feeling in your ears when you use your divination ability now? Don't hide it."

"Ancient relics are really useful, believe me." Dante raised the corners of his mouth and gave an affirmative answer.

Pick a suitable opportunity and give everyone a copy of the meditation talisman. It will definitely have a certain effect. He thought in his heart at the same time.

"That's good, but you must not relax because of this. Uncle Tom said that the risk of extraordinary people losing control exists at all times. Caution and humility are the best means of protection."

The expression on Ivy's delicate baby face was particularly solemn, so Dante had no choice but to nod solemnly.

While talking, the two of them had already walked to the bar.

"Two glasses of fruit beer."

This is the most suitable beer for women. It has low alcohol content and is cheap.

"A total of 5 pence," the bartender replied knowingly, giving Dante an extra look.

Dante took out a handful of coins from his arms and counted 5 coins to the other party. In exchange, he received two large wooden cups filled with golden liquor. The aroma of malt mixed with fruity aroma was rich and attractive.

"Honestly, you are really the most frugal and decent man I have ever seen." The bartender couldn't help but look at Dante again and said with some venom.

"You will take your sister to drink strong beer?" Dante glanced at him sideways.

"No, because I would never bring my sister to a place like this." The bartender rolled his eyes and walked away.

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Dante pretended not to hear, raised a glass to Ivy, and found that the latter was suppressing a smile, looking very hard.

"Just laugh if you want." A certain handsome man looked helpless.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, but you looked really cute just now."

Ivy couldn't help it anymore, covered her mouth and laughed, and after a long time she raised her cup:

"Here's to our most serious detective." The painter nailed the pronunciation of a certain word.

"To our most lovely painter lady." The detective emphasized a certain word.

The dull clanking sound of wooden cups was hidden in the noisy crowd around.

When the fruit beer enters the throat, it feels refreshing and delicious. First there is a strong aroma of apples, and then the taste of malt bursts out, which is particularly sweet and thirst-quenching.

Putting down his cup, Dante glanced around his surroundings and then looked at the clock at the top of the bar.

"There are still a few minutes until quarter past eighteen, let's wait."

Ivy nodded, her gaze focused on the crowd around her, her eyes serene, like a bystander outside the scene, choosing the object she wanted to describe.

She used her "painter" ability, but Dante noticed something, but didn't say anything. He just took a sip of fruit beer quietly.

Not being exposed does not mean that it cannot be used. The word game is something that extraordinary people can understand clearly.

After waiting patiently for a moment, Ivy suddenly said:

"There's something wrong with that person in the far right corner."

Dante followed the sound, and Ivy was still describing:

"He seemed to have a lot on his mind, drinking beer one glass after another, as if the hustle and bustle next to him had nothing to do with him, like the loneliest person in the lively crowd. Although he tried hard to hide it, the loneliness and despair revealed in his eyes,

It’s like watching a loved one or close friend pass away and being unable to prevent it from happening.”

Dante slowly opened his eyes, shocked by Ivy's performance at this moment.

Miraculous abilities.

He looked at the man in the corner who was only wearing a linen shirt, with the collar open and sleeves rolled up casually. He turned back to the bartender and asked: "Who is that person drinking alone over there?"

The bartender glanced at him and wiped his glass without saying anything.

"Your tip." Dante sadly took out 10 pennies from his pocket and threw it on the bar.

Fortunately, Mrs. Catherine provided funds in advance.

The bar quickly pressed the rotating coin in the palm of his hand, looked around, and said with a smile:

"That's Char Barros, a down-and-out poet who hangs out here all year round."

"Is he looking for creative inspiration in the bar?"

"Oh, I think it's to find the man he likes." The bartender still spoke venomously.

"man?"

"Whoever is here often doesn't know that Xia Ya is only interested in men?"

The bartender lowered his head and looked at Dante with narrow eyes.

"Especially for a handsome gentleman like you."

Dante couldn't help but shiver, but the bartender's next words instantly diverted his attention.

"It's a pity that his boyfriend Anthony Brown has not been here for a long time, otherwise you would have seen the lingering love between the two of them."

As soon as these words were spoken, even Ivy could no longer maintain her "painter" state, her expression collapsed, and she turned back in surprise.

The two looked at each other with the same disbelief in their eyes.

The object of Mrs. Catherine's resentment, Anthony Brown's suspected cheating lover, is actually a man?!

The unknown detective and his assistant all turned their heads in the same direction, their eyes locked on Char Barros who was still drinking one cup after another in the corner of the bar.

"Mr. Detective, I think it is necessary for you to make certain sacrifices for our cause."

Ivy came back to her senses with a serious expression, but there was obviously unhidden expectation in her eyes.

Miss Painter, I suggest you read less of those weird novels

Dante wiped his face, gathered up his courage, and finally stood up and walked in the direction of the poor poet.

Mrs. Catherine, we need more money!
Chapter completed!