Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 742: Chapter 240 Poker Round: Four Kings Carry the Coffin (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_3

Having had this experience, this girl still doesn’t understand what she has come across.

However, Leonard Churchill had no intention of explaining more.

Because he himself was very puzzled, was destiny fixed, or was it variable?

Elder Clinton had definitively determined Vera Williams’s life with four cards, so, was it really unchangeable?

This seemed to involve some high-dimensional rules invisible to human eyes.

Leonard Churchill knew that Elder Clinton didn’t recognize him and he directly asked, “Elder, could you do a divination for me?”

Elder Clinton had a sycophantic smile that did not reject any comers, “Of course.”

Immediately, he shuffled the cards with a “whirr.”

Leonard Churchill, “How many should I draw?”

Elder Clinton thought for a moment, then asked, “What are you divinating?”

Leonard Churchill, “Let’s divinate the ‘Transcendent Mystery.’

Elder Clinton pondered, “Then, should you also draw four cards?”

Leonard Churchill didn’t beat around the bush and straight away drew the first card, the second, the third, and then the fourth.

Spade K, Heart K, Club K, Diamond K.

Strangely enough, like Vera Williams, Leonard Churchill drew four cards of the same rank.

But they were the King cards.

If it weren’t for seeing the cards had no issues with his own eyes, even Leonard Churchill would have thought that the deck had been tampered with.

Seeing this, Vera Williams also felt surprised, casting a curious look back and forth over the four cards.

Next to her, Elder Clinton’s face twitched inexplicably, hesitatingly saying, “This…”

Although he couldn’t remember his “Other identity,” he understood divination.

Looking at the four cards, then at Leonard Churchill, and glancing at Vera Williams by his side, the old man’s expression was extremely odd.

What day was it today that he encountered such oddities?

Leonard Churchill didn’t rush him and quietly waited for Elder Clinton to continue.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Elder Clinton felt that he had been shortchanged for those two pieces of black bread.

But, after all, having received his payment, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain the divination, “If it were just one or two K cards, those would have been excellent cards, signifying a peak position, the life pattern of either royalty or a great lord. Three King cards, that’s more than an ordinary person could endure. But your pattern, in divination, there’s a term called ‘Four Kings Carry the Coffin’…”

The name alone sounded ominous.

Yet Leonard Churchill didn’t care at all.

This was the first time he heard of this term and he calmly smiled, “Oh? Please speak frankly, elder, I can accept anything.”

Elder Clinton looked at the cards, the smile vanishing from his face, “It’s not that it’s bad, nor is it good. This pattern is grandiose, but it also signifies a life full of misfortune… I can’t explain it clearly. Even if I could, you wouldn’t understand.”

Vera Williams felt that these words carried an air of affected profundity.

But Leonard Churchill knew that this was truly profound.

He paused and then deliberated on it carefully.

“Thank you, elder.”

Leonard Churchill heard Elder Clinton’s reluctance to elaborate and did not wish to pry further.

If his future was an unchangeable constant, he truly had no interest in knowing the outcome; such a life would inevitably lose too much of its joy.

But this was the very problem that plagued him.

No one in this world could probably explain it.

If there really was someone.

Leonard Churchill felt that among the people he knew, this mysterious Elder Clinton was one of them.

Without further ado, he directly asked, “Elder, may I presumptuously ask you a question?”

Seeing the old man’s inquiring gaze, he went on, “You said… is the result of divination changeable, or is it a constant?”

Elder Clinton immediately said, “As for fate, of course it’s unavoidable—that’s why it’s called fate.”

As he said this, it was as if the old man misspoke, his subsequent words seeming almost self-defeating, “Many people like divinations, but what use is it knowing the outcome in advance? The essence of prophecy is the unchangeable reality. It’s like knowing what will happen in the future; no matter what you do, you are doomed to go towards that constant. Just as death is the end of life, this is actually a kind of Universe Law’s constant.”

Leonard Churchill, “So it means it’s unchangeable, right?”

Hearing this result seemed like a good thing.

So at least Vera Williams and Pigeon could live to a hundred years later and meet him again?

However, regarding such an unchangeable future, Leonard Churchill always felt something wasn’t quite right.

If life were a constant, then what would be the meaning of all the effort, risks, and opportunities?

Vera Williams also noticed his suddenly altered mood but did not know what was on his mind; all she could do was wait quietly on the side.

Elder Clinton seemed to grasp his thoughts and added, “For the life of an ordinary person, it indeed cannot be changed. Humans are like ants, living their lives in confusion. Of course, since you divinated the ‘Transcendent Mystery’… there are exceptions.”

Leonard Churchill’s eyes lit up as he anticipated, “Oh?”

Elder Clinton cleared his throat and spoke words that seemed profound to the average person, “Unless you comprehend a cosmic law that is higher than your current life tier, you can barely glimpse the shackles of the Law of Destiny. However, for you now, talking more about this is useless, and even the question itself is meaningless. No matter who you ask, no one can give you an answer. Only when you stand tall enough will this question have meaning for you.”

Saying this, he glanced at Leonard Churchill, finally saying, “What does it mean to be transcendent? In my view, it’s about using transcendence as a path to glimpse the universe’s ultimate…”

Vera Williams was already confused listening to this.

She felt certain she understood those words, yet they seemed mobile, slipping away from her ears.

It was as if she heard a lot, yet remembered not a single word.

Not a thing remained in her memory.