Howes Street, Divination Club.
Klein adjusted his half-high silk hat and walked up the stairs step by step toward the door.
He was no longer dressed in his usual formal attire, but rather in a white shirt with a light vest, and a knee-length black trench coat over it, which added a touch of sharp and capable air to his overall appearance.
This combat-ready outfit cost him only 1 pound, including hand-sewn pockets on the inside, making it so cheap it was almost tear-inducing compared to a tailcoat.
Klein touched the revolver in his armpit holster and the small metal vials in his inner pocket, then took out the portrait and entered the Divination Club.
Unsurprisingly, he saw Angelica, the beautiful lady in charge of reception.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. I thought you would come in a few days." Angelica taken aback at first, then put on a bright smile.
Klein took off his hat and sighed softly:
"Good afternoon, Miss Angelica. I had a dream at noon about Mr. Hynas Vincent. You know, as a Divination, one can never ignore any dream; it might be a divine revelation."
Blinded by the charlatan-like words, Angelica nodded thoughtfully and asked curiously:
What did you dream about?
"I dreamt that Hynas Vincent was arguing with this person." Klein handed over the folded papers in his hand.
While Angelica was engrossed in unfolding the portrait, he pinched the bridge of his nose and observed her emotional expression.
"This person..." Angelica at the portrait, which looked like a photograph, lost in thought.
In Klein's eyes, her emotional aura was "thinking blue," which was a normal reaction.
"This person..." Angelica murmured again, slowly raising her head, "I've seen him before."
Klein's spirits lifted, and he immediately countered with a question:
"When?"
"I can't recall the exact date, but it must have been about a month ago. I saw him escort Mr. Vincent to the door, and they were talking in hushed tones. I remember him vividly because of his thick, unruly eyebrows and Mr. Vincent's rare smile," Angelica recalled. "Yes, he had grey-blue eyes, and like most men his age, not much hair was left."
"Have you seen him before or after that?" Klein asked gently.
Angelica shook her head:
"No, definitely not. I don't even know his name. To be honest, if it weren't for you, I would suspect that the person who produced this portrait was the policeman investigating Mr. Vincent's death. Ah, I wouldn't be surprised if you gained some kind of revelation. You are a true Seer."
"I'm sorry, I'm just a policeman..." Klein silently muttered, then sighed and said:
"A true Seer understands their own insignificance and the grandeur of Fate. We can only ever see a blurry corner, and we can only ever receive revelation rather than answers. We must constantly reflect, maintain reverence, and interpret with caution. We must not consider ourselves wise men who have mastered Fate."
After summarizing his experiences and insights from this period, Klein suddenly found that his Spirit Vision had become clearer, and he could even vaguely discern certain details of Angelica's aura color.
In that instant, he was like a nearsighted person putting on glasses with the correct prescription.
This... my " Seer "Potion is starting to show obvious signs of digestion? Klein stood there, stunned, unable to believe it for a moment.
"I never imagined that Seer like you could maintain such a fear of Fate; it's truly admirable," Angelica said sincerely.
She had seen far too many people at the club who, having just learned a few Divination methods, claimed they could uncover the truth and change their Fate.
Klein withdrew his gaze and chuckled softly:
The more you know, the more you realize your own insignificance.
As he spoke, he examined his own state and past experiences, and roughly grasped the essence of the " Acting Method ": "To perform actions consistent with the name of the Potion, to understand the hidden rules, and to strictly demand of oneself in this way."
Only in this way can one adjust the state of body, mind, and spirit, get close to the residual spirit within the Potion, and gradually digest it.
The recognition of one's identity as a " Seer " by others is merely a superficial factor. The reason it makes one feel Spirituality lighter is because this feedback reinforces one's confirmation of certain Divination practices, which together constitute the " Seer Code " that allows the Potion to be digested.
"Helping others interpret revelations and guiding them in a positive direction, while always maintaining reverence for Fate, avoiding arrogance, pride, and blind faith in the interpretation itself... This is the pattern I've summarized so far, and it's the essence of my future ' Acting.' If it continues to be effective, I should be able to completely digest the Potion in less than six months, perhaps two or three months, or even two or three weeks."
"... The signs just now were very obvious. No wonder that mysterious Mr. Zaratul said that when Potion is completely digested, the Beyonder can clearly feel it. They don't need anyone to teach them; it's either yes or no... Just like now, although my Spirit Vision has improved a bit, I am very clear that this is just a point in the digestion process, not the end."
Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but thank the Clown in the tuxedo again; he had taught him a lesson with his life!
Without him, I might have needed to spend several more months at the Divination Club to summarize the " Seer Code " through numerous cases, both good and bad, and begin to rigorously " Acting."
"Mr. Moretti, sometimes I even feel that you are a Philosopher," Angelica sighed upon hearing Klein's reply.
"In my circle, 'Philosopher' is an insult." Klein's mood improved.
After saying this, he bowed, put on his hat, and took his leave.
Although Angelica didn't know the name or identity of the man in the portrait, Klein wasn't discouraged at all; this gain was enough for him to proceed with his next plan.
36 Zouteland Street, inside Blackthorn Security Company.
Dunn looked intently at the portrait in his hand with his deep gray eyes and said:
"You want to find this person through a screening process?"
"Yes." Klein had already prepared his words. "Captain, didn't I say before that I was going to observe the members' reactions to the sudden death of Hynas Vincent at the Divination Club? I didn't find anything yesterday, but today I unexpectedly learned that the person in the portrait had appeared with Hynas Vincent and were secretly talking about something. I just checked the team's investigation Record and found no record of anyone similar."
His description is flawless; even if Dunn Smith were to take the portrait to Divination Club now, Angelica would confirm it.
Dunn looked away from the portrait and smiled, saying:
"It seems that the funds weren't wasted."
"Captain, aren't you supposed to have a bad memory? How come you're suddenly thinking about the budget?" Klein maintained his smile and remained silent.
"Did you draw this?" Dunn asked casually.
"Yes, I drew it using Ritualistic Magic," Klein replied with absolute truth.
Of course, telling the truth and telling the whole truth are two different things.
Dunn nodded slightly and said:
"Have Old Neil make a few more copies. I'll have Kenley and Loyao investigate later and ask the police for assistance. If this lead proves useful, you'll have done another great job."
"The goddess is protecting us." Klein tapped his chest four times, his attitude unusually devout.
For him, it was enough that Dunn and his team could find out the name and identity of the man in the portrait; he could Divination above the Gray Fog!
After leaving Blackthorn Security Company, Klein, who was on his day off, did not go home immediately. Instead, he took a public carriage to the Dock Borough and arrived at the entrance of " Evil Dragon Bar ".
He had considered it. Although the " Seer " lacked direct means of defeating enemies and did not have spells that could be cast quickly, battles were divided into many types, and not all of them were skirmishes. Given enough time to prepare, the " Seer " could also use Ritualistic Magic to deal with enemies, just like he had solved the Magic Mirror Divination incident at Selena's house.
This means that " Seer " should ideally carry some herbs, essential oils, and small candles with them, so they don't run out of materials when needed and are left to die. After all, not everyone is like Selena, who keeps a bunch of mystical items at home that she can use.
As for the ones he had applied for, Klein had used them up almost entirely from practicing so frequently; the remaining ones were stored in the small pockets inside his clothes.
He felt the banknotes in his pocket, pushed open the heavy door of " Evil Dragon Bar," and stepped inside.
It was afternoon, and the bar wasn't very crowded. There were no dog-catching-mouse contests or boxing matches, making it quite quiet and not very lively.
Klein glanced at the two tables of customers drinking and playing cards, then prepared to walk towards the billiards room that led to the underground trading market.
Just then, he saw a burly old man wearing a worn-out naval officer's coat come out.
"Are you the friend Old Neil brought last time?" The old Blue Eyes with messy brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol looked Klein up and down and asked with a smile.
Klein vaguely guessed the other party's identity, removed his hat and bowed:
"Yes, I don't know how to address you?"
" Old Neil should have mentioned me to you. I'm Swain, the owner here." The Blue Eyes old man had thick, muscular arms and a very officer-like air about him.
Former captain of the " Mandated Punishers " squad in Tingen City... and supposedly a former member of the Royal Navy... Klein responded politely:
"Yes."
"If you're ever short of money, you can come to me," Swain a smile, heading towards the bar.
Just then, Klein had a sudden thought and quickly called out:
"Wait a minute, Mr. Swain, I have something I'd like to ask you."
Swain stopped, turned halfway around, and said with a smile:
"You and your... well, your boss really do look alike."
No, I don't have memory problems... Klein's lips twitched, and he directly pulled out the portrait, saying:
Have you seen this gentleman before?
He suddenly realized that Selena had been led into this underground trading market by Hynas Vincent, which also led Elizabeth to learn about the Evil Dragon Bar Hynas Vincent, have also been here?
Swain looked at it carefully and answered confidently:
"I remember him. He came to me and asked if I had any documents or items related to the Main Peak of Hornacis."
Documents and artifacts related to the Main Peak of Hornacis? Klein paused for a moment, then suddenly thought of something else:
When he borrowed journals and magazines related to Main Peak of Hornacis from the Deville Library, the librarian casually mentioned that someone had just returned them, so he remembered it clearly and didn't need to check the cards to see if they were still there.
Could it be that the gentleman in the portrait was the one I borrowed those periodicals and magazines from before?
The gentleman who witnessed the Antigonus Notebook transaction?