"Old Nationalist, what do you mean? You know my divination is just a prediction of heavenly secrets, and divining one's own fate brings bad luck and shortens life. Why are you putting me in a difficult position?" That long-armed Dallas Fournier raised his eyebrows, and the other three frowned deeply. What's gotten into Old Nationalist?
Seven Evans took a deep breath and said, "Old Dallas, we've been friends for years, I'd never trick you. But I've heard that you're likely to encounter bad luck in the next few days, which is why I hurried back!"
"I'll be unlucky?" Dallas Fournier blinked his eyes, then laughed heartily, "Old Nationalist, don't you know me? In this world, I'm the one who brings misfortune to others; there's no one who can cause me bad luck!"
Dallas Fournier is revered as the world's smartest person, but even the smartest have their limits, and sometimes cleverness can lead to foolish mistakes.
