Howes Street, Divination Club.
Klein pressed down on the half top hat on his head as he walked up the stairs to the door.
He was no longer dressed in his usual formal attire. Instead, he wore a white shirt with a light vest and a thin black trench coat that reached his knees. It added a sense of vigor to his entire being.
This set of clothes that was convenient for combat only cost him one pound, including the small pockets that were sewn on the inside. Compared to a formal tuxedo, it was so cheap that it made him want to cry.
Touching the revolver in his holster and the small metal bottles in the inner pocket, Klein took out the portrait and walked into the Divination Club.
Without any surprise, he saw the beautiful lady in charge of reception, Angelica.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. I thought you would only be here a few days later." Angelica was first taken aback before she revealed a radiant smile.
Klein took off his hat and sighed.
"Good afternoon, Miss Angelica. I had a dream this afternoon. I dreamed of Mr. Hanass Vincent and some matters related to him. As you know, as a fortune-teller, I cannot ignore every dream. It might be a revelation from the gods."
Angelica was confused by his words that sounded like a charlatan. She nodded thoughtfully and asked curiously,
She nodded in thought and asked curiously, "What did you dream of?"
"I dreamed that Hanass Vincent was having an argument with this person." Klein handed over the folded piece of paper in his hand.
While Angelica was engrossed in unfolding the portrait, he pinched his glabella and observed the color of her emotions.
"This person …" Angelica looked at the portrait that resembled a photograph and fell into deep thought.
And in Klein's eyes, her emotional aura appeared to be "thinking blue." It was a normal reaction.
"This person …" Angelica muttered again and slowly raised her head. "I've seen him before."
Klein's mind jolted as he immediately asked,
He immediately asked, "When?"
"I can't recall the exact date, but it should be about a month ago. Back then, I saw him sending Mr. Vincent to the door and they were discussing something softly. Because of his thick and messy eyebrows and Mr. Vincent's rare smile, I had a deep impression of it." Angelica recalled as she described. "Yes, he had a pair of grayish-blue eyes, and his hair was like that of most men of his age. There wasn't much left."
"Did you see him again after, or before?" Klein asked gently.
Angelica shook her head.
"No, definitely not. I don't even know his name. To be honest, if it weren't for you, I would have suspected that the person who took out this portrait was a police officer investigating Mr. Vincent's death. Heh, I wouldn't be surprised if you received any revelations. You are a true Seer."
I'm sorry, I'm just a police officer … Klein lampooned silently and sighed.
"A true Seer will understand their own insignificance and the greatness of fate. We will forever only be able to see a blurry corner of it. We will forever receive revelations but never answers. We have to constantly reflect on ourselves, maintain reverence, and be cautious in our interpretation. We cannot see ourselves as a wise man who has grasped fate."
After summarizing what he had learned during this period of time, Klein suddenly realized that his Spirit Vision had become clearer. He could even vaguely distinguish the details of Angelica's aura's color.
At that moment, he was like a nearsighted person who had put on the right glasses.
This … My Seer potion is beginning to show clear signs of digesting? Klein stood there in a daze, momentarily unable to believe it.
"I never expected a Seer like you to maintain the fear of fate. It's truly admirable," Angelica said sincerely.
She had seen too many people in the Club who claimed that they wanted to pry into the truth and change fate after learning a few divination methods.
Klein retracted his gaze and chuckled softly.
"The more you know, the more you will understand your own insignificance."
As he spoke, he examined his own condition and past experiences. He roughly understood the essence of the "acting method". It was to "act in accordance with the potion's name, understand the hidden rules, and be strict with yourself."
Only by doing so could he adjust the state of his body, mind, and soul, and get close to the remnant psyche within the potion, gradually digesting it.
Other people's recognition of their identity as a Seer was only a superficial factor. The reason why it could make one's spirituality feel lighter was that this feedback strengthened one's confirmation of certain divination actions. And these actions together formed the principles of a Seer that allowed the potion to be digested.
Helping others interpret the revelations and guiding them in a positive direction, but also having to constantly maintain a sense of reverence towards fate. I'm not inflated, arrogant, or blindly believing in my own interpretation … This is the rule that I've concluded, and it's also the essence of the "acting" that follows. If it continues to be effective, then I won't need half a year. Perhaps two or three months, or even two or three weeks, to completely digest the potion.
… The signs just now were very obvious. It's no wonder that mysterious Mr. Zaratul said that when the potion is completely digested, the Beyonder will be able to clearly sense it. There's no need for others to teach them. Yes is yes, and no is no … Just like now, although my Spirit Vision has improved a little, I know very well that this is only a node in the digestion process, and not the end.
With this in mind, Klein couldn't help but thank the suited clown. He had used his life to educate him!
If not for him, he might have needed to spend a few more months in the Divination Club before he could conclude the principles of a Seer through various cases, good or bad, and begin his strict "acting."
"Mr. Moretti, sometimes, I even feel that you are a philosopher," Angelica said with a sigh after hearing Klein's reply.
"In my circle, a philosopher is a curse word." Klein was in a good mood.
With that said, he bowed, put on his hat, and bade her farewell.
Although Angelica didn't know the name or identity of the man in the portrait, Klein wasn't disheartened at all. Such a gain was enough for him to carry out the next step of his plan.
…
36 Zouteland Street, inside the Blackthorn Security Company.
Dunn's gray eyes looked deeply at the portrait in his hand.
"You wish to find this person through an investigation?"
"Yes." Klein had already organized his words. "Captain, didn't I mention previously that I was going to the Divination Club to observe the members' reactions to Hanass Vincent's sudden death? I didn't discover anything yesterday, but today, I unexpectedly learned that the person in the portrait had appeared together with Hanass Vincent. They even had a secret conversation. I just flipped through the team's investigation records and didn't discover any records of such a person. "
There was nothing wrong with his description. Even if Dunn Smith were to bring the portrait to the Divination Club, he would receive confirmation from Angelica.
Dunn shifted his gaze away from the portrait and smiled.
"It seems like the funds weren't wasted."
… Captain, I thought you had a bad memory. Why did you remember the funds at this time … Klein maintained his smile and didn't say a word.
"Did you draw this?" Dunn asked casually.
"Yes, I drew it with the help of ritualistic magic," Klein answered with a hundred percent truth.
Of course, telling the truth and telling the whole truth were two different things.
Dunn nodded slightly and said, "Get Old Neil to get a few more copies.
"Get Old Neil to make a few more copies. I'll get Kenley and Royale to investigate later. I'll also get the police department's help. If this clue is indeed useful, you'll be credited again."
"May the Goddess bless us." Klein tapped his chest four times, his attitude abnormally sincere.
To him, it was enough that Dunn and company could find the name and identity of the man in the portrait. He could divine his whereabouts above the gray fog!
…
After leaving the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein, who was on his day off, didn't immediately return home. Instead, he took a public carriage to the harbor and arrived at the entrance of the Evil Dragon Bar.
He had considered it. Although a Seer lacked direct means to counter an enemy and didn't have any spells that could be cast quickly, there were many types of battles. Not all were encounters. As long as there was sufficient time to prepare, a Seer could also use ritualistic magic to deal with an enemy, just like how he had resolved the magic mirror divination incident at Selena's place.
And this meant that it was best for a Seer to carry some herbs, essential oils, and small candles with him. This was to prevent himself from being unable to produce the materials when he needed them and could only wait for death. After all, not everyone was like Selena, who had a pile of mysticism items at home that just happened to be of use.
As for the ones he had applied for, Klein had practiced too much and had used up most of them. The pockets on the inside of his clothes were filled with the remaining ones.
He touched the notes in his pocket, pushed open the heavy door of the Evil Dragon Bar, and walked in.
It was afternoon, so there weren't many customers in the bar. There weren't any dog-and-mouse competitions or boxing matches. It was rather quiet and not lively enough.
Klein looked at the two tables of customers drinking and playing cards, and he prepared to walk towards the billiard room that led to the underground market.
At that moment, he saw a burly old man in a tattered navy officer's coat walk out.
"Are you the friend Old Neil brought over the last time?" The blue-eyed elder with messy brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol sized up Klein and chuckled.
Klein vaguely guessed the other party's identity. He took off his hat and bowed.
"Yes. How may I address you?"
"Old Neil should've mentioned me to you. I'm the boss here, Swain." The blue-eyed elder had thick arms and firm muscles. He had the bearing of a military officer.
Former captain of Tingen's Mandated Punishers … Rumor has it that he was once in the Royal Navy … Klein replied politely.
"Yes."
"If you're short on money, feel free to look for me," Swain reminded him with a smile as he prepared to walk to the bar counter.
At that moment, Klein's heart stirred as he hurriedly shouted, "Wait, Mr. Swain.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Swein. I have something to ask you."
Swein stopped in his tracks, turned around, and chuckled.
He chuckled and said, "You and your, uh, your boss really resemble each other."
No, I don't have any memory problems … The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he directly took out the portrait.
"Have you seen this gentleman before?"
It suddenly occurred to him that Selina must have been brought to this underground market by Hanass Vincent, which also led to Elizabeth finding out about the Evil Dragon Bar. In that case, could the man in the portrait, who had a certain relationship with Hanass Vincent, have been here before?
Swain took a careful look and answered with certainty, "I remember him.
He came to ask me if there were any documents and items related to the main peak of the Hornacis. "
Documents and items related to the main peak of the Hornacis? Klein was taken aback as he suddenly thought of something else.
Back when he was borrowing magazines related to the main peak of the Hornacis in Deweyville Library, the librarian had casually mentioned that someone had just returned it. Therefore, he remembered it very clearly and didn't need to flip the card to confirm its existence.
Could it be that the person who borrowed those magazines before me was this gentleman in the portrait?
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