Divination Club

No. 12 Tussock Street, second floor.

Morien sat up in bed and glanced at the wall clock.

It was half past three in the afternoon. He had just finished his nap and planned to visit the Divination Club.

Closing his eyes, Morien silently sensed himself.

The digestion of the "Melee Scholar" within him was nearly halfway complete.

Half of that came from One-Punch Morien, who had summarized an acting principle and spent three days studying combat at the dojo. Two-fifths came from Star Rail Morien, who had spent over a week researching it. The remaining less than one-fifth came from his fight with Toji.

As for himself in the Lord of Mysteries World...

He had provided the means to digest the "Melee Scholar."

In any case, it would all have to feed back to him in the end.

No matter how well the others answered their test papers, he was the one who had provided the test.

He was the MVP.

Of course, claiming that he had not digested any of it at all would be pure slander.

He occasionally went to the East Borough to beat up gangsters.

The gangs collected protection fees from others, while he collected protection fees from the gangs.

Black eating black was perfectly normal.

Over the past half month, he had already earned more than three hundred pounds.

He opened the wardrobe, took out a shirt and a pair of shorts suitable for the era, changed, and left the room.

This was merely a modest house. The first floor had a living room, a kitchen, and a washroom, while the second floor had a bedroom and a study. Though the rooms were not large, they were fully furnished, with a bed, bookshelves, a desk, and a wardrobe.

None of the areas were particularly spacious, so a family living here would have found it somewhat cramped.

But for one person alone, this amount of space was more than enough.

After straightening his clothes, putting on his top hat, and hanging the life-saving mask diagonally over the side of his face, Morien prepared to head out.

Unlike the other worlds, where he could casually remove his mask, Morien of the Lord of Mysteries World needed it to resist contamination. Even if he took it off, he could not let it get too far away.

Picking up his cane, he quickly went downstairs to the first floor, pushed open the front door, and stepped outside.

As the door shut behind him, a not particularly new two-story terraced house stood at his back.

Morien had always felt that he was not a particularly extravagant person.

Honestly, he thought this house was quite nice.

Compared with those luxurious, larger houses, this slightly smaller two-story home that did not affect daily life was what he had always wanted.

The minimum lease was three months. It cost 1 pound and 3 soli per month, while renting for a full year at once cost 12 pounds.

After buying materials and obtaining forged documents, Morien still had quite a bit of money left, so he simply rented the place for a year.

"Wonderful. Thanks for the generous support, kind people." Morien recalled the gangsters who had helped arrange his forged documents.

The gangsters saw that he was not particularly muscular and that his skin looked unusually good for this era. Thinking Morien was some pretty boy, they had tried to jack up the price.

Then, carrying the 300 pounds sponsored by those dozen or so kind people and a "Hunter" Beyonder Characteristic, Morien had gratefully sunk every last one of them into the Tussock River in the East Borough.

May they find peace in the divine kingdoms of the gods they believed in.

May heaven have no Morien.

Morien walked to the roadside and waved down a carriage.

"Howes District, Divination Club."

After telling the driver his destination, Morien took the carriage to the Divination Club.

It had been five days since he joined the Divination Club. Morien went there every day, hoping to run into Klein by chance.

But so far, he had not succeeded even once.

After all, Klein's visits to the club had no fixed schedule. Though Morien came every day, his own timing was not fixed either.

Soon, the carriage stopped outside the club.

Morien paid, got out, and entered the club.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Morien. It's a pleasure to see you." The female receptionist greeted Morien with a smile. "Coffee or black tea today?"

"Good afternoon, Miss Angelica." Morien replied with a smile. "Desi Coffee, please. Extra sugar."

"Certainly. I'll prepare it for you. Please wait a moment."

The receptionist left. Morien sat on a sofa in the hall and casually picked up a newspaper to read.

Among all the Moriens, only he and Star Rail Morien could understand the local writing.

Star Rail Morien could read it because most of the writing over there had been included in the Synesthesia Beacon, while he could read it thanks to his Good Teacher, the Hidden Sage.

The current Morien was proficient in more than twenty languages, including Loenese, Intisian, Elvish, Hermes, Ancient Hermes, and Dragonese.

Whenever Knowledge Pursuer, the Hidden Sage, finished cramming knowledge into him, he would synchronize it with himself in the Honkai: Star Rail World.

The next day, he could harvest a rough understanding of it, and after returning a week later, he would directly gain minor proficiency.

He still had to thank Star Rail Morien for acting as a stress-relief app.

He truly was exceptionally gifted in that regard.

Soon, a cup of coffee was brought over and placed on the small table before Morien.

"Thank you." Morien picked up the coffee and casually asked, "Did anyone come to the club today?"

"Anyone I haven't met before."

"People you haven't met?" Miss Angelica thought for a moment before answering, "Not many people came today, and you should have met several of them."

"The only ones you probably haven't met are Mr. Kane, Mr. Klein, and Mr. Calvert."

Morien paused as he turned the newspaper, and the smile on his face deepened slightly.

"Is that so? I understand. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

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