Reborn As a Pirate

　　 For Noya, this is a sacred self-divination.

　　 In order to ensure meditation, piety, self-confidence, and accuracy, she has asked the most obvious six questions with the most complicated six sets of cards.

　　 Do you have any food to eat at night? Have.

　　 Will you get wet today? Can.

　　 Is there a place to sleep? Have

　　How many people sleep? one.

Will 　　 stay on this island forever? will not.

　　 Are there any living people on the island? Have.

　　 The answer is obvious, and there is no problem with the result of divination. More importantly, with the ancient magic card array of forty-one to seventy-seven cards, her spirit has been completely condensed, clinging to the crystal ball of fate, and truly hearing the sigh of fate.

　　 The most crucial one is about to begin.

　　 Noya flew like a card in front of him, one by one the overturned little Arcana flew out of the deck, divided into four parts according to the suit.

　　 Scepter, Star Coin, Holy Grail, Sword...

　　 There are only twenty-two major arcanas left in the floating cards.

　　 Noya closed his eyes, waved his sleeves, and the scattered cards were gathered, bunched up, and placed in the halo of the crystal ball of destiny.

　　 "Captain...Are Lorraine and Henna still alive?"

　　 She asked her fate silently, her slender fingers stretched out and clicked on the pile of cards.

　　Pala la la la la!

The pile of 　　 cards bounced up, and the garland seemed to rise and fall with the fingers, beating like a spring, jumped seven times, and burst out nearly half, a total of twelve cards, discarded to the side.

　　 Noya's finger points to the core of the thirteenth frame.

This is the Sirius card array handed down from ancient Egypt. Unlike those complicated ancient card arrays, Sirius is known for being clear, straightforward, sensitive and fragile. It is the most commonly used by fortune-tellers to reveal doubts with the only card of fate. The most trusted method of self-probing.

　　 Noya opened his eyes and flipped the card gently.

　　 Sirius projected his response on the board, the upright...The Hanged Man.

　　The person who hangs upside down...the love of being tested, restricted in movement, sacrificed, not afraid of hardships, free from temptation, lost and gained, learned lessons, reborn from the ashes, extensively studied, and dedicated.

　　 Are Lorraine and Henna dead? Where are you still trapped? Or is it coming from desperation, already out of the predicament?

　　 Why is such an ambiguous card?

　　 is Sirius, don’t you know? Still reluctant to say?

　　 Noya stared at the Silver Tarot, frowning in deep thought.

　　 In a trance, a black shadow came up, just blocking the midline of the destiny crystal ball and Sirius, and immediately interrupted Noya's meditation.

　　Noya's face turned red, nodding her head, twisting her sleeves, her eyes panicked, and she didn't know what to do.

　　 The white ears on her shoulders also exploded. She raised her face and stood up, showing her teeth fiercely at Yacharin's milk.

　　 "Wow!"

　　Acharin dismissed the delicious lazy white ears, leaning against the steering wheel and smiling presumably.

　　 "Miss Sara."

"Yes Yes."

　　 "Just now I went to the supervisor below and heard criticism from many sailors. This makes me feel unhappy."

　　 Noya's head is lower, and his face is redder: "Yes... I'm sorry."

　　 "No, no, no, you don't need to apologize!" Yacharin waved his arm forcefully, "The gentleman's boat should not be criticized against the beautiful lady! If so, it must not be the lady's fault, it must be the education's fault!"

　　 He took a deep breath, ready to take advantage of the situation to give Noya a caring hug, who knew he opened his hands, his white ears and his tail stood up, and his fleshy claws popped out of sharp claws.

　　 Yacharin decided to postpone the picture.

　　 He took a step closer, condescendingly towards Noya, the domineering spirit radiating wanton.

　　 "Miss Sara, you are the most distinguished seafarer on this ship. Like me, you are the ruler and the person in charge! This improper prestige is questioned."

　　 "Why are there doubts? I found out that it was our proud boatman and underage vice-chairman who deliberately vacated you. They are in the same group!"

　　 "No...Mr. Desai, Karen and Pierce are very good, but I can't help you..."

　　 "Lady should enjoy the honor!" Acharin took a step closer, arbitrarily, almost stepping on Noya's silver tarot, "If I were the captain..."

　　 "Mr. Desai!" Noah yelled, as if plucked up courage, her voice was so small that she could hardly be heard.

"Eh?"

　　 "When I crossed the reef zone, my crystal ball hit and seemed to be cracked. Can you help me see it?"

　　 She was talking, her beautiful hands held up the crystal ball like flowers, and held it above her head.

　　 Yacharin's eyes moved up the crystal ball, and subconsciously asked: "Where is it cracked?"

　　 "The seventh, fourteenth, twenty-one hairs, they have crosses, that crack..."

　　 "So many hairs, why am I..."

　　 Yacharin squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and suddenly saw the white-eared eyes in the center of the crystal ball.

　　 The little black cat lay on Noya's head at some point, his round eyes widened, penetrating the crystal ball, and staring at Acharin.

　　 What kind of eyes are that...

The yellow pupils of 　　禇 are like symmetrical hemispheres. The center is a narrow diamond-shaped vertical pupil. It was originally black, but after the fate crystal ball, it became purple.

　　Purple in the black, purple meaning full of black.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 Yacharin shook suddenly.

　　Noya stood up slowly, her soft body with a peculiar charm, no matter how she moved, the crystal ball would not move.

　　 She stood up straight, looked at Acharin's confused face, and spit out softly.

　　 "VII, XIV, and XXI are the numbers of destiny. There are 22 cards in the Grand Arcana, the fool is the king, and there are three in reincarnation."

　　 "Samsara is a tarot, a card, a number, and a destiny."

　　 "Everything has an end and a beginning. The beginning is seven, a ring, and a link between all destiny."

　　 "Chariot! The righteous are worthy of power, the vain seeks glory."

　　 "Temporary! The right position makes the mediocre as strong, and the self-righteous makes the capable!"

　　 "The world! Being loyal to your mission can be blessed by luck, and there is only one way to fail if you abandon Xinnuo!"

　　 "You! Acharin Desai, a huge mistake will torture you, will entangle you, make you restless, and make you sleepless!"

　　Acharin struggled with anxiety, hesitation, fear...

　　 "You! Yacharin Desai, huge mistakes will torment you, entangle you, ruin you, and break you to pieces!"

　　 The struggle disappeared...

　　 Yacharin's eyes became more confused, and his expression became more and more frightened. His throat made a strange sound of clicking, and he seemed to ask mechanically: "What to do..."

"Fate is mercy!" Noya raised his face and sang loudly, "Good and evil are rewarded! Although you have born desires that you shouldn't have, but fortunately, no irreversible actions have occurred... Kneel down! To destiny, begging for forgiveness, Please atonement!"

　　 Yacharin knelt on his knees with a plop.

　　 "Please...tell...atonement..."

"Clear your sins! Lorraine Drake is unnamed, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, you volunteer to help him! You have to use your humble life to close the wheel of fate, and fight for your captain. Vitality!"

　　 "You! Acharin Desai, it's so sweet!"

　　 "I...voluntarily...rejoiced..."

　　 Yacharin muttered silently, took out an old Pistor from his arms, slowly...slowly handed it to his mouth.

　　 He opened his mouth gently, slowly but firmly. There was no struggle, no hesitation, even a smile on his face, relief and joy.

Just at this time…

　　 "Captain!"

　　 The ship exploded suddenly, Lorraine took Hina's hand and walked out of the jungle with a smile, with vigorous movements and no signs of pain.

　　 "The captain is back! Our brave and fearless captain is back with Ms. Yesra!"

　　 "Long live the captain!"

　　 "Long live Drake!"

　　 "Long live Niold!"

　　 "Long live Hebashi!"

　　 Listening to the long live howls on the beach, Noya was startled for a moment, and suddenly smiled like a flower.

　　 She glanced at Acharin disgustingly. He was half holding the huge Pistor in her mouth, ready to chew.

　　 She wrinkled her nose boringly: "The hanged man... So Sirius wanted to tell me that the captain was reborn from the fire, but also wanted to persuade me to give you a chance to change it. White ears, it's so wide."

"Meow!"

　　 "Forget it, for the sake of inquiring about Sirius in the future... Forgive you! White ears, scratch him!"

　　 With an order, the white ears jumped up from Noya's head, and the cat's claws stretched and crossed!

　　唰!

　　 Pistor jingled the bell to the ground, Acharin covered his face, opened his mouth, his eyes...focused.

　　 "Ah! My handsome face!"