Various colors appeared as his aura reflected in his eyes. Klein casually observed Sir Deweyville's condition.
His body is very healthy, and there are almost no hidden problems … His mood is terrible, and there's a hint of weakness amidst the gloom … Mental weakness? Poor sleep? But the problem is that there's nothing wrong with the purple on his head … As Klein muttered to himself, Sir Deweyville and company walked further and further away from the library.
Retracting his gaze, Klein pinched his forehead and sighed to himself.
It's not easy being a tycoon …
He didn't pay much attention to the matter as he cast his gaze back onto the magazines in front of him.
After reading one article after another, Klein didn't find any useful clues. He only confirmed a few things.
First, there was indeed an ancient kingdom around the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range. Second, the history of this ancient kingdom could be traced back to at least fifteen hundred years ago. Third, their architectural style was majestic, and they left behind all sorts of murals. From the murals, it could be seen that they believed that after death, people would protect their loved ones in the night. Lastly, there were symbols that symbolized the night in the ruins, but they were clearly different from the Evernight Sacred Emblem.
"If there's a chance — no, even if there's a chance, I won't go there!" Klein gritted his teeth and muttered. He decided to stay away from courting death.
He packed up the magazines and placed them back in their original positions. Then, he wore his top hat, picked up his cane, and left Deweyville's library.
…
Divination Club.
Bogda looked at the beautiful lady in charge of reception.
"I would like to have a divination."
Angelica smiled politely.
"Do you have a designated fortune-teller? Or, you can flip through our introductions and choose the one most suitable for you. "
Bogda pressed the right side of his abdomen and took a silent breath.
"I wish to seek Mr. Klein Moretti's help in divination."
"But Mr. Moretti isn't around today," Angelica answered without needing confirmation.
Bogda fell silent as he paced back and forth.
"When will Mr. Moretti be here?"
"No one knows. He has his own matters to attend to. According to my observations, he comes most often on Monday afternoons, "Angelica said as she thought.
"Alright." Bogda's expression darkened as he turned to leave.
"Sir, you can also choose other fortune-tellers, such as the famous Mr. Hanass Vincent in Tingen City." Angelica tried her best to salvage the business.
Bogda stopped in his tracks and hesitated for a moment.
"No, I only trust Mr. Moretti. Um, can I wait here for a while? Maybe he'll come over after he's done with his business. "
"No problem." Angelica smiled warmly.
Bogda came to the sofa and sat down. He stroked his cane from time to time and looked out the window from time to time, appearing rather anxious.
Time ticked by. Just as Bogda's mind was in a mess, unsure if he should leave or continue waiting, he heard the beautiful lady shout in surprise.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!"
When Klein saw the familiar Angelica, he wanted to ask why she was here again. Don't you need to rest? Don't you have holidays?
However, he immediately realized that as a Seer, he shouldn't ask such a question. Instead, he should use the tone of a charlatan and say, "Fate is truly wonderful, Madam Angelica. We meet again."
Uh, does this sound like a flirtation? Klein's thoughts changed rapidly. In the end, he only answered with a smile,
"Good afternoon, Miss Angelica."
"A customer wishes to have his fortune told." Angelica pointed at Bogda, who had hurriedly stood up from the sofa.
Someone actually chose me? Klein took off his half top hat in surprise and pinched the space between his eyebrows.
"Good afternoon, Mister …" He looked over and suddenly stopped.
In his Spirit Vision, the color of the divination seeker's liver was dim, almost turning black. Even the other parts of the body lost their balance as their auras became thinner.
Klein deliberated for a moment and said with a serious expression,
"Sir, you should see a doctor, not a fortune-teller."
Bogda stood there in a daze. Soon after, he revealed a look of pleasant surprise and muttered to himself,
"How magical …"
"Anna didn't lie to me …"
…
He suddenly raised his head and looked earnestly at Klein.
"Mr. Moretti, I've actually seen a doctor. There might be a surgery coming up, but I'm afraid of it. I wish to divine the outcome."
Surgeries in this era are really dangerous … Although there's Rosell The Great pushing for it, it's still lacking in the necessary technology … Klein didn't reject him as he nodded slightly.
"The price for my divination is eight pence. Is there a problem?"
"Eight pence?" Bogda exclaimed in surprise. "You're only charging eight pence?"
According to Anna's description and Mr. Moretti's performance, I'm willing to pay at least a pound!
Haven't you heard of small profits but quick turnover? Klein felt awkward. After thinking for a few seconds, the corners of his mouth curled up.
He calmly replied, "Obtaining a revelation from a deity and peeking into a corner of fate is a fortunate thing. Therefore, we have to remain humble and restrain our greed. Only then can we continue receiving blessings."
"You are a true Seer." Bogda pressed his hand to his chest and bowed. His tone was very sincere.
Upon receiving such praise and trust, Klein's spirituality seemed to relax. And the "principles" he had just described seemed to have touched upon something.
"Miss Angelica, can the Topaz Room be used?" He turned to look at the beautiful lady beside him.
Angelica secretly heaved a sigh of relief for Bogda as she smiled sweetly.
"Yes."
After entering the divination room, Klein got Bogda to lock the door from the inside. He sat behind the table and pinched his forehead.
"How about we use tarot cards for divination?" he asked with a smile.
Spirit dowsing was only suitable for things that were related to oneself. Drawing an astrolabe was too time-consuming.
"You decide." Bogda had no objections.
Therefore, Klein got him to shuffle the cards, cut the cards, and set up an Intis array.
Relying on the uniqueness of a Seer, Klein didn't flip the other cards. He directly flipped the card that represented the final outcome.
"A reversed Wheel of Fortune. Things will develop in a bad direction," he said solemnly after taking a glance.
Bogda's face instantly turned pale. His lips quivered a few times.
"Is there no hope?"
With the thought of trying his best, Klein said, "Then, I'll change the divination method.
"Then I'll change the method of divination. Please leave your ring and write your date of birth on this piece of paper. Then, go outside and wait quietly."
Influenced by his gentle and soothing voice, Bogda calmed down. He wrote the information according to his instructions and left the ring behind.
Watching him leave, Klein wrote a line of words on the piece of paper.
"Results of Bogda Jones' liver surgery."
He picked up the ring and paper, leaned back in his chair, and attempted Dream Divination once again.
In the blurry and distorted World, he gradually found himself. He saw the gentleman collapse with a gloomy expression. He saw him covered in a white cloth as he was pushed out of the shaky operating theater.
This time, Klein didn't encounter anything strange, nor did he feel like he was being watched. He quickly woke up and frowned as he considered how to inform Bogda of the outcome.
The surgery has a high chance of leading to death … I can try using ritualistic magic that I just learned today … But it will expose the matter of me being a Beyonder. Furthermore, I have to first request it from the Captain … Hmm, it might not be able to treat such a serious illness … Klein thought hard and suddenly thought of something.
Mr. Glacis's lung disease was treated by an Apothecary. He said that the other party's medicine was very miraculous … What was it called? Yes, Lawson Darkweed, 18 Vlad Street, East Borough, Lawson's Folk Herb Store! As he had carefully memorized this matter, he quickly recalled the details.
He tapped the edge of the table and quickly made a decision.
Using spirit dowsing to quickly determine whether the idea was good or bad, Klein opened the door and looked at Bogda, who was standing up in a panic. As he returned the ring, he smiled warmly.
"I see hope in you."
"Really?" Bogda asked in pleasant surprise.
Klein didn't reply as he continued, "Your hope is in East Borough, on Vlad Street.
"Your hope lies in the East End, in Vlad Street, and in connection with the word Lawson."
"If you don't find it, come find me here after four in the afternoon on Monday."
"Alright, alright." Bogda nodded immediately as he took out his wallet in excitement. He counted out five pence and three pennies.
He had followed Klein's instructions completely and didn't use the tip to corrupt the real Seer.
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he received it.
He smiled warmly and said, "I hope you find hope as soon as possible."
After Bogda left, he did the same thing as the previous time. He handed over the commission and tipped Angelica, pretending that he only received one soli.
…
East Borough, Vlad Street.
Bogda walked from one end of the street to the other. He walked a total of three times until his liver started hurting again.
Finally, he confirmed that there was only one thing on this street that had anything to do with "Lawson." It was Lawson's Folk Herb Store located at No. 18.
He mustered his courage and walked in. He caught a whiff of all sorts of herbs and saw the shop owner. He was a man in his thirties or forties with short black hair and a round face.
The boss was dressed in attire that resembled a village witch doctor. His robe was deep black and embroidered with all sorts of strange symbols.
"Hello, do you have medicine that can treat my illness?" Bogda asked politely.
The boss raised his head and swept a glance at Bogda with his deep blue eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he said, "Your liver illness is very serious, but everything depends on whether you have the money to pay for the medicine."
He can tell? Bogda suddenly felt a little more confident as he hurriedly nodded.
"How much is your medicine worth?"
"Ten pounds. That's very fair." The boss took out a bag of herbs from under the counter and said, "Add water. Add enough water to boil it into medicine. After it's done, add ten drops of fresh rooster blood and drink it immediately. This bag of herbs can be cooked thrice. After three times, there shouldn't be any problems. "
As he spoke, he tore open the yellowish-brown paper and threw a few strange herbs inside.
That doesn't sound very believable … Bogda swallowed his saliva and said,
"That's it?"
The boss stared at him and suddenly revealed a smile.
"Do you want anything else? How about this bag? When your liver illness recovers, I guarantee that you and your wife will be satisfied. "
He chuckled as he took out another bag of black paper herbs.
He suppressed his voice and said, "There's mummy powder added inside … Believe me, many nobles consume such things. They put it in tea or boil it into soup."
Bogda's confidence in the boss was completely shaken. He even felt disgusted.
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