Under the blazing afternoon sun, Klein walked out of his house.
As he had to walk all the way from Iron Cross Street to Welch's residence, he had changed out of his formal suit, top hat, and leather boots into a linen shirt, an old brown coat, a round-brimmed felt hat of the same color, and old leather shoes. This way, he didn't have to worry about the smell of sweat contaminating his expensive outfit.
Following Daffodil Street, he slowly walked towards Iron Cross Street. When he turned a corner, he subconsciously looked over.
The tents had already disappeared. The circus from before had long finished its performance and left.
Klein had originally imagined that the beast tamer who had helped her with the divination was actually a hidden powerhouse. As he had discovered her uniqueness, he had specially come to guide her. There would definitely be subsequent encounters and hints. However, none of that happened. She followed the circus and began the next part of her journey.
How can there be so many tricks … Klein laughed and shook his head as he turned towards Iron Cross Street.
There wasn't only one Iron Cross Street. Just like its name, it was formed by two intersecting streets.
With the intersection as the core, it was divided into Left Street, Right Street, Upper Street, and Lower Street. The apartment that Klein, Baansen, and Melissa had previously lived in was located on Lower Street.
However, the people who lived in the apartment and the surrounding residents didn't think that the neighborhood was Lower Street. Instead, they coined the term "Middle Street" to differentiate it from the slums two hundred meters away.
There, a bedroom could be packed with five, six, or even ten people.
As Klein walked along the edge of Left Street, his thoughts wandered. He thought of the Antigonus family's notebook and its unknown whereabouts. He thought of the importance the Nighthawks placed on it, and he thought of the murder that resulted from it.
His heart slowly turned heavy as his expression turned gloomy.
At that moment, a familiar voice entered his ears.
"Little Klein."
Hmm … Klein turned his head in puzzlement and realized that he had walked to the entrance of Slyn Bakery. The gray-haired Mrs. Wendy was waving her hand at him with a gentle smile.
"You don't look too, too happy?" Wendy said warmly.
Klein rubbed his face.
"A little."
"No matter how many troubles there are, tomorrow will eventually come." Mrs. Wendy smiled and said, "Come, help me try my new sweet iced tea. I don't know if it suits the local taste."
"A local? Could it be that you're not, Mrs. Slyn?" Klein shook his head in amusement.
Giving it a try should mean that it was free, right?
The corners of Wendy Slyn's mouth lifted.
"You guessed it right. I'm actually from the south. I came to Tingen with my husband more than forty years ago. Heh heh, Baansen wasn't even born then. Your father and mother didn't even know each other yet."
"I've always been a little unused to the northern food style. I always miss the food from my hometown. I miss pork sausages, potato bread, pancakes, fried vegetables, and roasted meat with special sauces."
"Yeah, I miss sweet iced tea too …"
Klein smiled when he heard that.
"Mrs. Slyn, this is really a hungry topic … However, I feel much better, thank you."
"Delicacies can always cure sadness." Wendy handed Klein a cup of brownish-red liquid. "I concocted this sweet iced tea based on my memories. Try it and see if it tastes good."
After thanking her, Klein took a sip. He felt that the drink tasted like the iced black tea on Earth, but it wasn't as stimulating. The tea flavor was stronger and more refreshing, instantly dispersing the heat brought about by the scorching sun.
"Excellent!" he exclaimed.
"Then I'm relieved." Wendy smiled until her eyes narrowed. She kindly watched as Klein finished the cup of sweet iced tea.
After chatting with Mrs. Slyn about moving to a new home, Klein returned to the street he was most familiar with.
In the afternoon, there were much fewer street vendors. They would only gather again after half-past five. The remaining ones looked listless and listless.
Just as he turned into the area, Klein suddenly felt inexplicably gloomy. He felt an indescribable sense of depression, gloom, and gloom.
What's going on? He acutely sensed that something was amiss with him. He immediately stopped and looked around, but he didn't see anything strange.
After some thought, Klein raised his hand and tapped his glabella twice, as though he was in thought.
Everything in his line of sight immediately changed, and the auras of the street vendors and pedestrians appeared in front of him.
Before Klein could examine their healthy colors, he was attracted by the rich gloom that symbolized their emotions.
He couldn't determine the exact thoughts of the person he was observing, but the impression of pessimism, numbness, and gloom was deeply engraved in his mind.
Looking around, he realized that the surroundings were filled with this gloomy hue. Even sunlight couldn't disperse it.
This was a depression that had accumulated over countless days, months, and years.
Upon seeing this, Klein instantly understood the reason.
Just as Old Neil had said, it was easy for him to feel uncomfortable when he entered an unfamiliar environment with his Spirit Vision activated. It was also easy for him to be infected by the emotions of others.
A similar principle could be applied to the ability of spiritual perception. This was an ability that could be obtained without any additional learning after becoming a Seer. It was a passive and irresistible sensing ability that allowed one to directly sense the existence of abnormal situations.
And there was definitely a certain degree of interaction between senses. Therefore, in the eyes of Beyonders like Spirit Mediums, the strength of each person's spiritual perception was obvious, like a torch in the dark night. Therefore, people with high spiritual perception would naturally and easily be affected by abnormal and intense environments. They could only grasp, control, and adapt through repeated practice.
"Such a repressive hue probably takes a long time to form, right?" Klein sighed and shook his head. He was touched.
He tapped his glabella twice again and tried his best to restrain his spirituality.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Klein walked towards the apartment step by step. He sensed the other possible abnormalities and subtle connections so as to search for the Antigonus family's notebook that he had hidden.
The streets were the same as usual. There was dirty water and trash. It was only clean when he reached the apartment's entrance.
Klein pushed open the half-closed door and circled the first floor in the darkness where sunlight couldn't reach.
He took one step at a time, causing the wooden stairs to creak.
The second floor lacked light as usual. Klein indulged his spiritual perception and stared straight into the darkness.
However, not only did he not find any clues to the notebook, he didn't even see a single invisible spirit body.
If it were that easy to encounter them, most ordinary people wouldn't be unable to detect the existence of Beyonders … Klein sighed to himself.
He already understood that most spirits didn't exist in the form of spirit bodies, but spirituality. Only a Spirit Medium could effectively communicate with them.
After circling the third floor, Klein left the apartment and walked to Welch's residence, following the path in his memory.
He walked for a full hour, but he still didn't find anything along the way.
Standing outside the garden villa, Klein looked at the house through the tightly locked iron door and mumbled to himself, "That's right, it's not that simple.
He mumbled to himself, There's probably no need to search Welch's house, right? Captain and Ma 'am Daly must've done a carpet search …
Besides, I don't have the key to this place. It's not like I can climb over the wall …
"Let's try another route tomorrow …"
I've walked so much today, but there's no leaderboard for the number of steps I've taken …
As he lamented, Klein turned around and headed to a nearby street. He planned on taking a public carriage to the Blackthorn Security Company to collect his thirty rounds of ammunition for the day and make the best use of his time to practice.
A Seer lacked fast and effective means of attack, so he could only rely on his revolver and cane to make up for it!
The area around Welch's residence was rather clean. There were many clean shops on both sides of the street.
After turning the corner, Klein was looking for a public carriage when his gaze suddenly swept across the signboard on the second floor.
"Harold's Department Store."
"Military Veterans Club."
"Divination Club."
…
Divination Club … Klein silently recited the name and suddenly thought of how he had to "act" as a Seer.
Yes, I'll go take a look … Search for new ideas …
As his thoughts ran wild, Klein crossed the street and came to the opposite side. He went up to the second floor and entered the hall. He stood in front of the beautiful lady who was in charge of reception.
The lady had brownish-yellow hair. She sized up Klein and smiled.
"Sir, would you like to have your fortune told or join our club?"
"What are the conditions?" Klein asked casually.
The lady with blonde hair tied up in a high bun introduced with great familiarity.
"Fill in the detailed information and pay the annual membership fee. The first time is five pounds, and after that, one pound per year. Don't worry, we're not like those political or business clubs that require the recommendation of official members to join."
"Members can use the club's conference room, various divination rooms, and divination tools for free. They can also enjoy the coffee and tea we provide for free. They can also read the newspapers and magazines we subscribe to for free. They can also purchase lunch, dinner, alcohol, and some divination teaching materials and materials at cost."
"Furthermore, we will invite at least one famous fortune-teller to give a lecture every month to answer any questions."
"Most importantly, you'll be able to find a group of friends who share the same interests, and you'll be able to exchange experiences with each other."
Sounds good, but, but I don't have money … Klein laughed at himself and asked,
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