Seeing Klein's surprised expression, Angelica immediately wavered.
"Isn't that so? Mr. Glacis said that you were able to tell that there was a hidden illness in his lungs just from observation … "
Her voice became softer as she spoke before she finally shut her mouth.
Observation? A black mark on the glabella? Klein was enlightened as he shook his head and laughed.
"I believe Mr. Glacis has misunderstood."
He had planned on giving a perfunctory reply, but he suddenly recalled that no one had sought him for divination yesterday afternoon. It had caused his acting as a Seer to be very unsmooth.
Hence, he quickly explained, "This is actually a form of divination."
"Divination? But Mr. Glacis only mentioned that you observed his face. Is that considered divination? "Angelica asked in surprise and puzzlement.
Klein smiled calmly.
"As a member of the Divination Club, you should know about palmistry, right?"
Palmistry wasn't exclusive to the Foodie Empire. Even on Earth, India and Old Europe had developed their own theories, much less the World with Beyonder powers.
"I know, but it seems like you didn't read his palmistry? Did you secretly observe him? "Angelica asked out of curiosity.
"I read his physiognomy," Klein fabricated a story. "Its principles are essentially the same as palmistry."
"Really?" Angelica's eyes were filled with disbelief.
For the development of his career as a Seer, Klein chuckled and pretended to be in deep thought. He raised his hand and tapped his glabella twice.
Focusing his gaze, Angelica's aura appeared in his eyes. Her head was purple, her limbs were red, and her throat was blue … There was nothing wrong with her health. It was just that the colors were slightly dull, but this was a normal sign of fatigue.
Klein looked at her emotions again and saw that there were some red and blue mixed in the orange. It was warmth with a hint of excitement and contemplation.
Thankfully … After discovering that there were no abnormalities, Klein planned on deactivating his Spirit Vision. At that moment, he suddenly saw that deep within the color of Angelica's emotions, there was a thick darkness.
Besides, she lacks the positivity of white … Klein nodded in thought.
"Mr. Moretti, are you reading my fortune telling?" Angelica sensed something when she saw the young gentleman in black formal attire suddenly turn silent and seriously size her up. She asked with a mixture of curiosity and worry.
Klein didn't reply immediately. Instead, he tapped the space between his eyebrows, as if he was scrutinizing him attentively.
Just as Angelica was feeling uneasy, he spoke gently.
"Lady Angelica, there is sorrow and pain. Do not seal it in your heart."
Angelica's eyes widened and her mouth widened, but she couldn't say a word.
She looked at Klein, who was wearing a half top hat and had a scholarly demeanor. She heard him say in a deep, soothing, and warm voice, "I'm not sure if you're a good person or not.
"You need to climb a mountain, play a tennis match, or watch a sad play. Let your body be exhausted from the exercise, let your tears flow without any concealment, and then cry, scream, and let all your emotions completely explode."
"It's also good for your health."
As the words entered her ears, Angelica seemed to have turned into a statue, standing there motionless.
She blinked her eyes hard, lowered her head in a panic, and said in a muffled voice:
"Thank you for your suggestion …"
"There seems to be quite a number of members today?" Klein didn't speak further. As though he hadn't done any divination, he turned to look at the meeting room at the end of the corridor.
"Sunday afternoon … At least fifty members …" Angelica's voice was still a little hoarse, and she only said a few key words.
She paused, and her speech gradually returned to normal.
"Would you like black tea or coffee?"
"Sibe black tea." Klein nodded slightly and took off his hat politely before slowly walking towards the meeting room.
It was only when he disappeared from the door that Angelica slowly exhaled.
…
The Divination Club's meeting room was huge, almost twice the size of Klein's high school classroom.
In the past, there would only be five or six members here, making it very empty. But now, there were dozens of fortune-tellers sitting in groups of two or three, filling up most of the space.
Sunlight shone in through a few oriel windows. The members were either discussing softly, surrounding Hanass Vincent to ask for advice, immersing themselves in drills, attempting divination, or drinking coffee and reading newspapers.
Such a scene made Klein feel as though he had returned to his student days on Earth. However, back then, it was much more lively and noisy. It didn't have this tranquility.
He surveyed the area and didn't see any familiar faces like Glacis or Edward Steve. Hence, he randomly picked up a divination textbook and found a corner to leisurely read it.
After a while, Angelica came in with a cup of black tea and placed it on the table in front of Klein.
Just as she was about to leave quietly, she saw Mr. Moretti remove a unique silver chain from his left sleeve. There was a pure topaz hanging from it.
What is he doing? Angelica slowed down her footsteps unknowingly as she stared at Klein.
Klein held the silver chain in his left hand and dropped the topaz straight onto the cup of Sibe black tea, allowing it to make contact with the surface of the liquid.
He had a serene expression as he half-closed his eyes. The surrounding atmosphere immediately turned quiet.
The pure topaz moved slightly as it rotated clockwise along with the unique silver chain.
Upon seeing this scene, Angelica found Mr. Moretti to be extremely mysterious.
"Your black tea isn't bad," Klein opened his eyes and muttered with a smile.
He had done that on purpose for Angelica to see!
If he wanted people to seek him for divination soon, Angelica, who was in charge of reception and recommendation, was a crucial factor!
Since he was going to act as a Seer, Klein no longer had any reservations. He truly immersed himself in this identity.
"… Yes, Mr. Vincent is very picky about the quality of black tea," Angelica said in a daze.
At that moment, Klein retracted his spirit pendulum and wrapped it around him again. Then, he raised the white patterned porcelain cup and gave it a toast with a smile.
…
Angelica returned to the reception hall. She was no longer in the mood to read the magazine. She sat there in a daze, her thoughts unknown.
Only when there was a knock on the door did she jolt awake. She hurriedly looked towards the entrance and saw a lady dressed in a light blue dress.
The lady took off her veil hat with a powdery-blue ribbon. Her expression was calm and melancholic.
"Good afternoon, esteemed lady. Do you wish to join the club, or are you looking for someone to do a divination?" Angelica went over in a familiar manner.
"I wish to do a divination." The lady with beautiful eyes that hid her melancholy bit her lower lip.
Angelica invited her to sit on the sofa before explaining the details of divination for members in detail.
She took out a booklet and handed it over.
"You can choose anyone."
The lady, who was in low spirits, flipped through the booklet seriously. As there were too many members in the club today, there were too many choices for her to choose from. It left her feeling vexed.
"Can you recommend someone? These are the ones in these pages. " She pointed to the middle of the booklet and omitted the fortune-tellers whose prices were above two soli and below four pence.
Angelica took back the booklet and looked at it for a few minutes.
She deliberated and said, "I recommend this gentleman."
The uneasy lady focused her gaze and realized that it was a fortune-teller named "Klein Moretti."
"… Mr. Moretti just joined the club … Is his standard trustworthy?" she asked worriedly.
Angelica nodded affirmatively.
"A member and I can confirm that Mr. Moretti is an excellent fortune-teller. If he hadn't just joined the club, he wouldn't have charged such a low fee. "
"I understand." The depressed lady nodded. "Then, I'll get Mr. Moretti to do a divination."
"Alright, please wait a moment." Angelica took the booklet and walked to the meeting room.
She came to Klein's side and said with a suppressed voice,
"Mr. Moretti, someone wants you to do a divination. Which divination room would you like to use?"
Not bad. My first "business" has come knocking on my door … Klein put down his cup of black tea and nodded calmly.
"The Topaz Room."
"Alright." Angelica slowly led the way and opened the wooden door to the Topaz Room.
Klein sat behind a table filled with divination equipment. After waiting for nearly a minute, he saw a woman in a light blue dress walk in. She looked depressed and depressed.
Taking advantage of the moment she closed the door, he tapped his glabella twice.
The yellow color of the stomach is a little dim … The dark color of the emotions is very heavy. It's mainly worry and uneasiness … Klein looked carefully, leaned back, and deactivated his Spirit Vision.
"Hello, Mr. Moretti." The woman in the light blue dress sat down.
"Good afternoon. How may I address you?" Klein asked politely, not expecting to receive an answer.
As a keyboard warrior, he knew that many people were unwilling to use their real names during divination.
"You can call me Anna." The woman in the light blue dress placed her veil to the side and looked at Klein with anticipation and suspicion. "I wish to divine my fiancé's situation. He went to the Southern Continent in March for a business deal. On the third of last month, he sent a telegram to me and his family, saying that he was about to set sail and return. However, twenty days have passed, and he still hasn't returned. I originally thought that it was because of the Berserk Sea's weather, but today, more than a month has passed. The Alfalfa he was on still hasn't arrived at Enmat Harbor."
The sea that separated the Northern and Southern Continent was called the Berserk Sea. It was famous for its many natural disasters and dangerous currents. If not for Rosell The Great sending people to explore a few relatively safe sea routes, the various countries of the Northern Continent might not have been able to begin their colonial era, much less lay down a submarine cable or complete a wired telegraph system.
Klein looked at the first client of his Seer career and asked cautiously, "What's the matter?
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