"Prayer?"
Klein's mind jolted. Using the method he had used to spy on The Hanging Man, he allowed his spirituality to spread out and touch the crimson blob.
A blurry and distorted scene immediately appeared in front of him. He could vaguely see a brownish-haired youth kneeling on the ground, facing a pure crystal ball.
The youth was wearing tight black clothes that were completely different from the fashion trends in the Kingdom of Rouen. It was also very different from the traditional clothes of the Feysac Empire, the Republic of Intis, and other foreign countries that Klein had seen in magazines.
His surroundings were dark, and the tables and chairs were old. From time to time, they would be illuminated by light, but Klein couldn't hear the rumbling of thunder or the dripping of rain.
In the scene, the youth's hands were clasped against his forehead. His body was bowed forward, and he was constantly praying for something. His thick voice buzzed in Klein's ears.
Klein listened attentively, but he discovered an awkward fact.
He couldn't understand what the youth was saying. It was a language he had never come into contact with before!
… As the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, I actually don't know a "foreign language" … Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh. Indignantly, he carefully tried to distinguish it for a while. He was even more serious than when he was taking an English listening test.
As he listened, he gradually realized a problem.
Although the youth's language wasn't one of the languages he had learned, it was very close to ancient Feysac. There were signs of similarities!
Father … Mother … These two words should mean this, right? It's very similar to ancient Feysac, but there are certain differences … Klein frowned and fell into deep thought. Ancient Feysac is the common language of humans in the Fourth Epoch. It's the source of all modern languages, and it's also gradually changing … I have no way of confirming it now …
He listened again and again, and from the grammatical structure, he eliminated contemporary languages like Rouen, Feysac, and Intis.
Is it a variation of ancient Feysac in its long history? Like the words written in the Antigonus Family's notebook? " Klein rapped his fingers on the edge of the long bronze table and nodded indiscernibly. "There's another possibility. Ancient Feysac didn't appear out of thin air. It evolved from the language of the giants … The Feysac Empire in the north has always claimed that its citizens have the blood of the giants … This might be the language of the giants from ancient times …"
At this point, Klein, who lacked knowledge, could only pause and retract his spirituality. He no longer watched or listened.
He didn't plan on immediately pulling the praying youth up above the gray fog. He wanted to figure out what he was talking about first.
Of course, before that, he would often observe and perform basic 'tests'.
"Phew …" Klein exhaled and leaned back in the magnificent Temple of Gray Mist.
He wrapped his spirituality around himself and simulated the feeling of falling.
…
After "reviewing" Rosell's diary, Klein changed into his formal attire and headed for the Divination Club.
He still chose to take the public carriage despite having his salary doubled. However, he extravagantly attended to Mrs. Wendy's business and spent 1.5 pence to buy a cup of sweet iced tea to ward off the afternoon heat.
When he arrived at Howes Street, Klein threw the paper cup into the trash can and walked to the second floor.
Before entering, he pinched his glabella and activated his Spirit Vision ahead of time.
Just as he stepped into the reception hall, Klein immediately felt a faint sense of sorrow.
The beautiful receptionist, Angelica, sat there. Her gaze was unfocused and there was a hint of redness in her eyes.
"Sorrow will eventually pass," Klein came in front of Angelica and said gently and calmly.
Angelica suddenly looked up and muttered in a daze, "Mr. Moretti …"
Soon, she snapped out of her daze and asked in surprise,
"Y-you know about Mr. Vincent?"
"Ah, right. I forgot that you're an outstanding fortune-teller."
"Ah, right. I forgot that you're an outstanding fortune-teller."
Klein went along with her and sighed.
"I can only divine a vague situation … What exactly happened to Mr. Vincent?"
"Boss told us that Mr. Vincent suffered a heart attack in his sleep and passed away peacefully." As Angelica spoke, she sounded like she was on the verge of tears. "He was a kind, polite, and true gentleman. He was the spiritual mentor of many members. H-he was still so young …"
"I'm sorry for making you even sadder." Klein didn't console her further as he slowly walked to the meeting room.
Angelica took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes and nose. Then, she looked at Klein's back and raised her voice.
"Mr. Moretti, what would you like to drink?"
"Black tea." Compared to coffee, Klein preferred it, even though he didn't think much of it.
In comparison, he preferred ginger beer and sweet iced tea. However, as a gentleman, he shouldn't act like a child in a formal setting …
Because it was Monday, there were only five or six members in the meeting room. In Klein's Spirit Vision, they all had different emotions. Some were truly sad, some were slightly gloomy, and some seemed to be unaffected.
"It's all very normal … a normal reaction." Klein nodded indiscernibly. He held his cane and found a random spot.
Just as he was about to deactivate his Spirit Vision, he saw Angelica enter and walk towards him.
"Mr. Moretti, there's a customer looking for you. Oh, it's the one from last time," the beautiful lady said with a suppressed voice.
"You still remember him?" Klein asked with a smile.
Yes, I wonder if that man bought the magical medicine according to my instructions … I wonder if he still needs surgery …
Angelica pursed her lips.
"He's the only person who's willing to wait an afternoon at the club."
Klein held his cane, stood up, and walked out without a word.
In the reception hall, he saw the man who had come for his divination previously. He also saw that the aura around his liver had returned to normal. His overall coordination was the same.
"Congratulations. The taste of health is wonderful." Klein smiled as he extended his hand.
Bogda was taken aback at first before he reached out with both hands and grabbed Klein's right palm.
"Mr. Moretti, you can indeed 'see' my condition!"
"Yes, I've recovered! The doctor has asked me again and again, checked me again and again, but he still can't believe that I've recovered just like that! "
As he listened to Bogda's ecstatic recount, Klein calmly confirmed one thing.
The apothecary from Lawson Folk Herb Store was definitely a Beyonder!
He had seen the severity of the man's liver disease with his own eyes. For him to be cured in a few days had already exceeded the limits of herbal medicine and medical skills. Only a Beyonder could explain it!
Coupled with Glacis's matter, there was only one answer left.
"I want to repent to God. I actually doubted you, doubted that magical apothecary." Bogda refused to let go of Klein's hand as he nagged on to express his shame and gratitude. "… That ten pounds was well spent. It bought my life back!"
What? Ten pounds? You spent ten pounds for the magical medicine? And the divination fee you gave me was only eight pence … Only eight pence … eight pence … pence … Klein nearly froze when he heard that.
At that moment, Bogda released his hands and took a step back with a beaming smile. He bowed respectfully.
"I'm here today to express my gratitude. Thank you, Master Moretti. You pointed me in the right direction and saved my life."
"This is the result you paid for the divination. There's no need to thank anyone." Klein raised his head slightly and looked at the boundary between the wall and the ceiling in a melancholy manner. He answered in the manner of a charlatan.
"You are a true Seer," Bogda praised. "I'll be heading to Vlad Street to thank that apothecary and buy the medicine he recommended."
"Haven't you already recovered?" Klein hid his surprise very well.
Bogda surveyed his surroundings. Seeing that the beautiful receptionist wasn't paying attention to him, he chuckled.
"That's an herb with mummy powder added. It can be brewed into medicine that both men and women will be satisfied with … I didn't believe that apothecary in the past, but now I have no doubts."
… There's such a medicine? For a moment, Klein felt that the apothecary was a cheat. He suspected that he had pushed the gentleman in front of him into a pit of fire.
He scrutinized Bogda a few times and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the color of his aura.
"Mummy powder?" Klein cautiously grabbed onto a word and asked.
"Yes, mummy powder. I've asked a friend. He said that the nobles of Baekeland have been frantically pursuing this item. This powder ground from mummies allows a man to perform perfectly in bed. Although it's disgusting and sounds filthy, it's truly made for nobles … "Bogda explained in detail, his eyes filled with urgency.
Mummies? Mummies made from corpses? Powder ground from them? Klein was flabbergasted and nearly vomited at Bogda.
Those nobles sure know how to play … Just as he was about to dissuade him, Glacis, who had a lung disease, happened to enter the shop and heard the rest of Bogda's description.
"Yes, it's very effective. I recommend you to go to Lawson's Folk Herb Pharmacy on Vlad Street. Mr. Lawson's secret formula is very effective!" Glacis took off his monocle and leaned over with interest. He lowered his voice and recommended, "My experience was very, very, very perfect."
"You know about it too? I was just about to go to Mr. Lawson's Folk Herb Pharmacy. "Bogda was completely relieved.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he eagerly left the Divination Club.
As for Klein, he was still in a daze.
At twenty past five in the afternoon, he put on his half top hat, picked up his silver-inlaid black cane, and took a car to Vlad Street. He planned to secretly observe the Apothecary named Lawson Darkwade before deciding if he should report it to the captain.
…
18 Vlad Street.
Klein stood outside the herb shop and saw that the door was tightly shut and that there was a sale notice pasted on it.
"… Very vigilant …" he muttered to himself.
This way, he wouldn't need to be placed in a difficult position or observe.
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