"By the way, is there any item that can distinguish between players and NPCs?"

After breakfast, Gu Chi and Xia Ling continued to perfect their fishing plan.

He still didn't know that when Xia Ling was in Northern Rivers, she used a special item from the instance to see his true identity.

At that time, Xia Ling was also afraid of mistaking the person, as she and Xia Leng looked exactly alike. It couldn't be ruled out that Gu Chi also had a long-lost brother.

Especially since Gu Chi was adopted by his uncle and aunt.

It was a serious matter, and Xia Ling had to consider it carefully. She didn't want to like any other guy besides Gu Chi. Mistaking him was not an option.

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Apart from certain specific items, some other permanent items could also distinguish whether a person was a player or not.

"The simplest is to 'check player attributes,'" Xia Ling said.

Non-players couldn't check.

Compared to items that could be used to check ordinary people or NPCs, each had its pros and cons.

The item for checking attributes could generally only check attributes, and couldn't even see the name and gender. Only more advanced items could show other information besides attributes.

The name had two types of labels - "Name" and "Player ID."

The former would only display as "Name: XXX" regardless of whether the other person was a player, while the latter would display as "Player ID: XXX" if the other person was a player.

Among them, "Name" was further divided into "Real Name" and "Current Name," some could detect fakes, and some couldn't tell.

Most of Little Broken Game's universal items were like this, with very detailed function divisions, not just generally complex, and they wouldn't give you detailed instructions. Players had to figure it out themselves, and if they didn't use it well, they could easily dig a hole for themselves.

The most classic was the Witch's Potion.

"I see..." Gu Chi thought for a moment and asked the girl, "Do you have such an item?"

"I do, but is it useful?" Xia Ling said.

She did have an item that could check others' total attributes, but it could only check total attributes, and after several temperings, it still didn't have any additional functions, completely inferior to Gu Chi's BUFF.

"You can check mine," Gu Chi said.

"?"

"I don't have any tools, how can I check you?"

"?"

"I mean check my attributes."

"Oh." Xia Ling pretended to misunderstand, "Why do you want me to check?"

"Trying out something new."

"Now?" Xia Ling took out a small bear-shaped magnifying glass.

"Wait."

Gu Chi used Speech Spirit Technique first, "Other players cannot view my personal information."

No response.

Gu Chi changed the command, "Other players cannot distinguish whether I am a player or not."

Still no response.

Was Dao Yun's consumption too high because it was too general?

After pondering for a moment, Gu Chi made it more detailed, "When other players view my name, it will display as 'Name: Chase Lee Williams.'"

[Dao Yun -10]

"Hmm?"

So cheap?

Then why didn't it work just now?

Gu Chi couldn't help but look at his BUFF. There was a mist icon in the status bar, with a "1" in the lower left corner.

Oh, it was a one-time BUFF.

That's okay then.

Gu Chi continued, "When other players view my attributes, all five attributes will display as... 999."

[Dao Yun -10]

Next to the mist icon, there was a muscle icon, looking very strong.

Still a one-time use.

But fortunately, this BUFF seemed to have no time limit, and he could stack several layers.

"Come on, check me," Gu Chi said to Xia Ling.

Xia Ling checked as he asked, holding the magnifying glass up to Gu Chi.

A number appeared on the mirror.

[4995]

Xia Ling: "..."

Really?

"Can Speech Spirit Technique be used like this?" Xia Ling said in amazement.

"Of course." Gu Chi had originally chosen Speech Spirit Technique because of its flexibility, just like himself.

If he hadn't been given the "Blazing Fire Body" during the settlement, he would probably still have chosen to brand Speech Spirit Technique. As it turned out, Speech Spirit Technique was indeed very flexible.

He gave the command "all attributes 999," and Xia Ling checked the total attributes, but still got the corresponding result.

It not only tested the actual effect of the BUFF, but also saved the Dao Yun consumption specifically for "checking total attributes," which was great.

Now it should be foolproof.

With the trap set, Gu Chi was now waiting for the old players to fall into it.

Xia Ling said admiringly, "Gu Chi gege is really good at playing."

Gu Chi modestly waved his hand, "Not at all."

Xia Ling looked at him eagerly, "I wonder if Gu Chi gege is also good at other things?"

"?"

"Wanna try?"

"No."

Xia Ling dodged Gu Chi's hand with a smile, "I'm going to change clothes."

This outfit was no ordinary outfit.

Because the newcomer, Mr. Gu Chase Lee, would only arouse unnecessary suspicion by having multiple wives, and because of his special status as an official of the Iris Church, according to the rules, his wife also needed to register with the church.

Xia Ling herself belonged to the business camp, which was not only troublesome, but also dangerous. Therefore, after discussing it, they decided to give Xia Ling a very important job - "The Overbearing Prophet's Personal Maid."

While protecting Gu Chi's safety, she would assist him in completing the daily tasks of the prophet.

Soon, Xia Ling changed into her uniform and stood in front of Gu Chi."How is it? Does it look good?" The girl blinked her eyes and asked.

Gu Chi praised, "Not bad."

The clothes were actually quite ordinary.

The maid outfit in this era was very conservative and simple.

A black classical dress paired with a slightly longer white apron, that's it.

However, the personal maid didn't have to do housework, so her attire focused more on appearance rather than practicality. That's why the hat was turned into a satin ribbon, the apron was designed with lace edges, and some elegant embroidery was added to the chest.

But even so, it was far from beautiful, and it was quite different from the delicate and cute maid outfits under modern aesthetics, a far cry from it.

But if the person wearing it was Xia Ling, then it was different.

His wife was so beautiful that even if she wore the queen's new clothes, he would still find it beautiful.

In the afternoon.

Gu Chi had to go to work.

The efficiency of the Iris Church was very high.

They had only just appointed the prophet yesterday afternoon, and they started promoting it in the evening.

In less than 24 hours, the advertising posters were plastered all over the nearby streets.

Even the tram running through the city and the signs at the platforms were changed to Gu Chi's shape.

Even many hotel cards were printed with the words "Approach the Mystery," with Gu Chi's mask as the design. The eyes under the mask had magical effects, blinking. It was sure to surprise guests who went to the front desk in the middle of the night to inquire about special services, only to find that the special service was a prophecy instead of a call girl.

The divination location was originally set in the church.

Gu Chi, using the reason "Nature is mysterious, and getting close to nature is getting close to mystery," slightly hypnotized and successfully persuaded the church to move the venue to his own garden.

Working from home was more comfortable.

Besides, he didn't know much about divination and couldn't be bothered to go to the Iris Church specifically.

Gu Chi had the maids clean the garden early, creating a space according to the "four best scenes for divination by a prophet" recorded in Chase Lee's book. Many white petals were laid on the grass, solemn and dignified. It was only missing a black and white photo and a few wreaths to deliver a eulogy.

A table was set up in the space, with tarot cards, crystal balls, a magic compass, a manual, and a chalice on it.

The chalice was said to be used to hold the mysterious blood of the prophet during "great divination," as a kind of sacrificial method. Under normal circumstances, it was not used, so it was generally used to hold gold coins.

These were all divination items found in Chase Lee's luggage, and Gu Chi had basically figured out their uses.

At two o'clock sharp, Gu Chi, wearing the prophet's mask, arrived on time.

Guided by the maids, there were already quite a few people waiting in the garden.

Xia Ling, dressed as a maid, lowered her head and silently followed behind Gu Chi.

When Gu Chi sat down, she stood to the side, maintaining a distance that wouldn't disturb Gu Chi's spellcasting but would allow her to arrive or change positions in time.

She wore a pair of white lace gloves on her hands and a iris flower tied to her wrist - this was a symbol that maids would use magic, representing that she was not only Gu Chi's maid but also his bodyguard. With her modest and quiet demeanor, she appeared particularly professional in the eyes of the crowd.

This elevated Gu Chi's identity as a prophet.

"He's still wearing a mask. This time, he's probably a real prophet."

"With a magical maid as an attendant, he's not just a regular prophet like Orick."

"Hey, you can't say that. The deceased is great, the deceased is great."

"Is it possible that he's pretending to be mysterious?"

The people at the entrance of the venue formed a semi-circle and discussed in low voices.

The eight prophets were at the front, and in fact, there were not many people who believed in divination anymore.

Divination magic itself was also the most difficult to master among all types of magic - it was easy to learn, but whether it was accurate or not was another matter.

Anyway, they had never seen anyone make an accurate prophecy. Nine times out of ten, they were wrong, and the only time they were right was probably just luck.

After making so many mistakes, even if the last one was a real skill, it would still be considered a fluke.

They were just idle and had nothing to do, so they came to join in the fun. After chatting for a while, not a single person went up to Gu Chi for divination.

Gu Chi wasn't in a hurry either, calmly closing his eyes to rest.

In fact, as long as he took off his mask, some discerning ladies or noblewomen would definitely come up to him, regardless of whether it was accurate or not, they would say it was accurate.

Maybe they would even invite him for a home visit.

But Gu Chi didn't want to do that.

He could clearly make a living with his talent, so why rely on his appearance?

As an elegant and hardcore prophet, he absolutely could not engage in any solicitation.

Love it or leave it.

He wouldn't lower himself.

Perhaps sensing the noble temperament emanating from him, an old man with a smoking gun in his mouth and a cowboy hat walked out.

"Since none of you are going, then I will."

Usually, when asking a prophet to speak, one had to pay a silver coin first. This was a matter of courtesy and sincerity, and then pay the prophet according to the content of the divination.

The specific amount was up to the prophet.

From this, it could be seen that the status of the prophet was actually very high. Pay first, then divine, and even some old-school prophets in the past had all sorts of strange and bizarre requirements. If you didn't meet their conditions, they wouldn't give you a prophecy. There were plenty of people looking for them, one more or one less didn't matter. It was just that with those eight fake prophets mixed in, the order of paying first and then divining slowly turned into divining first and then paying, usually with the added phrase "if it's not accurate, don't pay."

This "courtesy" was specifically used to deceive people.Gu Chi's prophecy, if inaccurate, would only cost him a silver coin—a trivial sum equivalent to a poor-quality steak dinner, an expense he could easily afford for amusement.

The old Cowboy approached the table, doffed his hat in a courteous gesture, placed a silver coin into the chalice, and casually asked, "Respected prophet sir, I wish to know when the execution of Roderick, who was sentenced to death a month ago for serial murders, will take place?"

This posed a difficult question for Gu Chi right off the bat.

Roderick's situation was complex: he had connections, there was a possibility of escape, and the final trial had not yet commenced.

With the Iris Church's idealistic ecclesiastical laws, it was uncertain whether the sentence would be changed, and even if it were, it might not be carried out.

Without real skills, it would be impossible to divine the outcome.

Gu Chi opened his eyes: "This matter is unrelated to you. Are you sure you want to ask this?"

The old Cowboy grinned, showing his big white teeth: "Sure, please proceed with the divination, prophet sir."

Gu Chi: "Ten gold coins."

Old Cowboy: "Deal."

Gu Chi closed his eyes.

The crystal ball in the box suddenly levitated, emitting a faint purple glow that brightened and dimmed as if the goddess of fate was blinking.

Then, he extended his right hand, placed it on the ball, and began to gently caress it with a tender and skilled touch.

The onlookers held their breath subconsciously, not wanting to disturb Gu Chi.

Not to mention anything else, this initial move was much more impressive than those fakes; the crystal ball floated up on its own without even a touch.

Xia Ling's cheeks, however, quietly flushed with a hint of red.

Why did she find Gu Chi's technique so familiar?

Half a minute later.

Gu Chi finished the divination and gave his answer: "The execution is unnecessary."

The old Cowboy was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Gu Chi: "He will die tonight."

Old Cowboy: "?"

The crowd below immediately erupted into a buzz of discussion.

"Is he joking?"

"He's set the time so precisely, what kind of wild method is this?"

"Aren't prophets' words usually hard to understand? How come I understood him clearly this time?"

"He seems very serious..."

That's the power of a mask; no one could see Gu Chi's expression. As long as the tone was right, anything he said seemed credible.

The old Cowboy glanced at Gu Chi and said, "I'll come back tomorrow."

If the prophecy was successful, he would come to pay; if not, he would come to mock.

Gu Chi did not respond, closing his eyes again to continue being a noble and handsome man.

Soon, two more people came up.

In this era, the lower you stoop, the more disdain you might receive; on the contrary, if you put on a good show—even if it's fake—people tend to believe you a little more.

The second person to seek divination was a farmer: "I want to know when I can be reunited with my wife."

"Did she go missing?" Gu Chi asked.

The farmer: "She passed away."

The crowd: "…"

Gu Chi: "…"

Shall I send you to meet her right now?

After another thirty seconds of ball-caressing magic, Gu Chi spoke: "Tonight."

The crowd: "?"

Again, tonight?

The third person to seek divination was a well-dressed man who asked Gu Chi, "Prophet sir, can you tell me where my wife, who eloped with my brother-in-law a few days ago, is hiding?"

The crowd: "…"

Gu Chi: "…"

Seriously, you're asking about this?

The man calmly said, "I've already instructed my lawyer to prepare the divorce papers, just waiting for her signature."

"What's her name?" Gu Chi asked.

"Selena Jones," the man replied.

After playing with the ball for a while, Gu Chi said, "They will spend the night at the Aiton Mansion tonight."

The crowd: "???"

Still tonight?

"Thank you," the man said as he stood up to express his gratitude.

Gu Chi nodded, signaling the maid to clear the table, and it was time to go home from work.

He said he would divine three times, and he did just that, without uttering an extra word, taking Xia Ling and leaving.

Their pace was neither slow nor hurried, leaving behind an enigmatic silhouette for the crowd.

Not until they returned to the bedroom.

Xia Ling locked the door.

Gu Chi immediately removed his mask: "Let's go, we need to hurry for the last job."

Xia Ling, puzzled: "Hurry for what?"

Gu Chi: "To get the people to Aiton Mansion."

As long as the result is accurate, who cares about the process?

Xia Ling: "???"

The girl's eyes widened as she realized: "Is this how you make prophecies?"

Seeing how calm and professional Gu Chi had just been, she actually believed he had learned to divine.

Gu Chi: "Isn't this more hardcore than ordinary prophecy?"

Xia Ling: "…"

Indeed, it's hardcore.

I hope you can be just as tough tonight.

"By the way, can you counter invisibility?" Gu Chi asked.

Xia Ling spread her hands: "I can only rely on my senses."

Gu Chi: "…"

Then let's use the spell of words.

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There should be an extra update this afternoon, but for now, here's one chapter haha (asking for monthly votes!)