The Game of Global Mining

The mechanical old lady said in a deep voice, "The events of the gods cannot be predicted, unless it is not a god! The real culprit behind the Dancing Girl’s death is already settled, why ask again?"

Metatron was stunned, was it because no money was given?

Directly transfer 200,000, Sariel looked for the old lady for 100,000. But it’s two matters for me, so it’s 200.

The mechanical old lady’s face suddenly revealed a strange smile: "When the scorching sun bakes the earth, all drought, water scarcity, food shortage, robbery, murder, war, plague and so on have only one culprit, and that is the high-hanging sun! When even someone as esteemed as the Sage finds it hard to resolve an event, what could the real culprit be?"

Absurd, can we hold the City Lord, City Beauty, or the Emperor accountable for poor governance instead?

Metatron frowned: "I don’t have the ability to resolve the sun, I just want to solve a murder case under the scorching sun. Just tell me, are the 44 dancing girls murdered by Midnight Moore on the wanted list?"

The mechanical old lady stretched out her hand: "10,000 Privilege Points!"

What the f*ck!! Same encounter as Sariel, asking for Privilege Points right away?

Metatron wasn’t going to tolerate this: "I have 10,000 Privilege Points, but you must tell me what you need these Privilege Points for?"

The mechanical old lady said in a deep voice, "Telling the truth will bring me disaster. I need these 10,000 Privilege Points for protection!"

Metatron laughed: "Then I’ll give you 10,000!"

The mechanical old lady nodded with satisfaction: "It’s not him! He doesn’t have that capability."

Metatron hurriedly asked, "Then who is it?"

The mechanical old lady asked instead, "Who does the Sage Lord wish it to be?"

Metatron got angry: "Is this what you call astrological prediction?"

The mechanical old lady seriously said, "The Sage Lord cannot resolve the scorching sun, nor can they resolve the murders beneath it. Then you can only choose to enter the darkness. What I can do is help you solve problems in the shadows, not provide an unsolvable truth!"

You do seem capable of speaking the truth!

Metatron angrily said: "I can do that as well, why look for you?"

The mechanical old lady sighed: "That’s why I said from the start, since it’s settled why ask again? If the Sage Lord has asked, that means you are not satisfied with the conclusion."

Playing with words? Does this astrology have any real stuff?

Metatron reluctantly said: "I hope it’s the one ranked 11th globally."

The mechanical old lady nodded, and then lifted a casino toy on the table resembling a marble roulette wheel, with positions marked by the sun, moon, and five planets.

Metatron’s eyes lit up, was she finally going to do something real?

The old lady started spinning the wheel and pointed to a box filled with glass marbles beside her: "Sage Lord, grab a handful of marbles and put them into the spinning wheel..."

Following the instructions, Metatron operated, and the glass marbles danced around in the spinning wheel. The mechanical old lady’s prosthetic eye emitted a captivating glow.

When the wheel stopped spinning, marbles appeared in various positions. The sun position had the most glass marbles, and the others had several each.

Metatron asked: "What does it mean?"

The old lady said: "The sun represents the highest authority, and the marbles indicate the probability of success, for this matter of the Sage Lord to succeed, go to the sun, that is, to seek the highest authority whom the Sage Lord believes can help solve the problem."

Isn’t this just a trick? Anything can be accomplished by finding the highest authority!

Metatron was speechless: "Could this highest authority be the scorching sun you mentioned?"

The old lady said blandly: "Sometimes, the one who creates the problem can also solve it."

Metatron couldn’t take it anymore: "Alright, I can only go find City Beauty Tifa, according to you, could she be the real culprit?"

The old lady’s face turned pale, and her voice trembled: "Sage Lord..."

Metatron also felt that was inappropriate, so switched topics: "Then let’s talk about the Evil God Secret Cave."

The old lady said solemnly: "The highest authority in this aspect is the Bronze Guardian God, go look for him!"

Metatron was utterly frustrated, coming here was just as good as not coming!

"Folks, take a look, this is astrology!"

Sariel laughed heartily: "Even little Mei gets fooled sometimes!"

Michael smiled wryly: "You can’t say she’s wrong, nor that she didn’t solve the problem, just feel... perhaps her level is indeed a notch below Master Hubble."

Sariel chuckled: "She did say, as long as the support is adequate, her level won’t be lower than the Black Iron Lady’s. Anyway, little Mei has already supported her with 200,000, might as well continue nurturing."

"Alright then!"

Metatron transferred another 20,000 to the old lady.

The old lady was surprised: "What is the meaning of this, Lord?"

Metatron said: "You should visit the astrologers in the Black Iron Dark Alley Area more. Expand the astrology business there; consider it travel expenses and tea money for exchange."

The old lady stood up and bowed: "Thank you for your support, Sage Lord!"

At this moment, Uriel also laughed: "Boss, I should still look for an astrologer in Black Dragon City. I want to see how I get scammed. Besides, this matter was arranged by Grandmaster Bast before I got drunk."

Everyone laughed: "Exactly, that’s interesting,

Michael sighed: "Perhaps this is the charm of the charlatan, go ahead. Oh, by the way, when little Mei finds the City Beauty, discreetly ask about the Void dream exploration."

Metatron said helplessly: "I don’t even know what discreet is, Boss is making it hard for me."

Leaving the Astrology Shop, Metatron headed straight for the City Flower Mansion.

Tifa was intently dismantling and replicating a black box position device from the wreckage of an airship salvaged from the Hundred Li Suburbs of Silver City, in the basement workshop.

"Miss Tifa, I have a major case, I believe there is another real murderer in the case of the 44 dancing girls."

Tifa was stunned for a moment: "What’s the situation?"

Metatron said: "Because when I was restoring data yesterday, I found that a segment of data at the monitoring center on the night of the incident had been altered."

Tifa’s face changed: "So?"

Metatron said: "So it involves the innocence of us and the Grandmaster. This must be the enemy invading and modifying it, the enemy will strike first, slandering us!"

Tifa said in shock: "Who do you mean by the enemy?"

"It could be the second-generation Pirate King, or the Imperial Spy."

Tifa frowned: "Then what’s your solution?"

"Actively push forward a mastermind! I think the one sent to Oak City, code 0016 Chun, is most suitable."

Tifa was taken aback: "He doesn’t have that capability! He’s under our comprehensive surveillance!"

"However, I still deliberately let him out on a parade, intending to give him a chance to make contact with the second-generation Pirate King, and they indeed contacted in the Bikers’ arena. So, as long as we file additional charges, he will be tried, forced to confess. If he refuses to confess, then it’s him!"

Tifa was puzzled for a moment: "But wasn’t the murder case of the 44 dancing girls supposed to bring down the Bikers?"

Metatron sighed: "Unfortunately, it can’t bring them down, the Bikers seem to have complex ties with the Special Task Force... hard to explain."