Not the receptionist? Then why were you standing behind the counter...?
Klein was somewhat speechless, but he also noticed that the man before him really did not seem to be dressed like a receptionist.
The man wore a black hooded robe. Rather than a receptionist, he looked more like some strange magician.
Klein had initially assumed it was a distinctive uniform, like those worn at certain themed clubs back on Earth.
Just then, a door beside the reception hall opened, and a pretty lady with her brownish-yellow hair pinned up walked out.
She glanced at Klein out of the corner of her eye, then hurried over to the counter and spoke to the black-robed man apologetically:
"Sorry, Mr. Hanass. I've finished packing your books and divination tools for you."
At this point, the lady could not help adding:
"Are you sure you won't reconsider? Everyone was very sorry to hear that you're leaving the club."
"No, thank you, Miss Angelica. I plan to move to another city. Thank you very much for looking after me during my time here."
The black-robed man addressed as Hanass spoke with a smile. His voice was gentle, without any noticeable accent.
Hanass Vincent?
Klein remembered now. He had previously seen that name in the Tingen City Honest Paper.
What had the newspaper called him again? "Tingen City's most famous Seer"... Why would such a prominent figure suddenly choose to leave the club?
While Klein puzzled over this, Angelica turned around and gave him a slightly embarrassed bow.
"I'm very sorry, sir. How may I help you? Would you like a divination, or are you interested in learning how to join?"
"I'd like to learn about joining first."
Klein suppressed his curiosity and answered with a smile, only to... be put off by the five-pound