After finding an excuse to have the maids leave temporarily, Audrey locked the bedroom door and turned to look at Susie, the golden retriever who was no longer considered her pet:
Did you hear that, or did something happen?
The golden retriever, Susie, sat there calmly, letting out a loud howl that reverberated through the surrounding air:
"Yes, I overheard the Earl and several councilors discussing matters in the study. They said the King and the Prime Minister had reached a consensus to abandon the plan to retaliate against the Feynapotter Empire on the East Coast of Balam in the short term. Where is the East Coast of Balam?"
Seeing Susie's astonishing progress in mastering the Loenese, Audrey felt increasingly conflicted. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "I'll give you a map tomorrow..."
"Okay~" Susie replied cheerfully, "The King and the Prime Minister believe that the most important thing right now is to move forward with the previous reform plan, to select government officials through public examinations. They hope to have this matter passed in both the House of Lords and the House of Commons before October."
"Really?" Audrey asked in surprise.
This is the first thing she has tried to subtly guide since becoming an " Spectator," and if it can become a reality, it will fill her with a sense of accomplishment!
Susie answered very honestly, "I can't give you a definite answer. This is just what I heard. I can't even fully understand what it means. After all, I'm just a dog that's just starting to learn."
"..." Audrey paused briefly, then smiled broadly and said, " Susie, you did a fantastic job! This is your reward!"
She took a bag from an ornately decorated cabinet, tore open the seal, and placed it in front of Susie.
These are dog biscuits made by " Backlund Pet Care Company " using flour, vegetables, meat, and water. They are Susie's favorite treat.
Susie, sitting upright, sniffed and raised one paw, seemingly considering how to eat in a way befitting her current status.
A few seconds later, it abandoned its thought, followed its instincts, and pounced forward, grabbing the bag of dry food and rushing toward the door.
It straightened up, Door Opening with one paw, went outside, hid in the shadows, and began to enjoy its snacks with grunts.
On Sunday afternoon, after catching up on the sleep he had missed while guarding the Chanis Gate at home, Klein took a trackless public carriage and once again arrived at the Evil Dragon Bar.
He had originally planned to use Divination to find the " Monster " Admisol and investigate the reason for the latter's recent strange behavior, but was interrupted by the sudden loss of control by the Mandated Punishers, so he had to postpone it until today.
Passing through the billiards room and entering the underground trading market, Klein didn't need to search to find Admisol cowering in a corner, trembling.
The young man, with his messy, greasy black hair and pale, unattractive face, noticed Klein's approach and immediately covered his eyes, pressed himself against the wall, and tried to move towards the side door.
But Klein had already caught up quickly, blocking his way, and quietly tapped his left teeth twice.
In his Spirit Vision, Admisol's aura was quite unhealthy; regardless of the color, it was somewhat dim, meaning that although the other party did not have any major illnesses, his body was very weak.
At the same time, Klein noticed that the " Monster's" emotional color revealed obvious fear and tension, and completely lacked the blue of rational thinking.
His Astral Body expanded from the deepest part of his Ether Body, its color a uniform, transparent, and colorless hue, as if composed of pure light. Was this the special characteristic of a born " Monster "? Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, staring at Admisol's face, and spoke directly:
"What have you seen or experienced lately? Why are you hiding in a corner trembling, saying they're all dead, all corpses?"
At this moment, Admisol lowered his head and looked at his toes, seemingly unable to look directly at the person in front of him.
Wearing grey-blue trousers and a worn-out linen shirt, he trembled and answered in a panic:
"No, I didn't see anything, nothing, nothing. I just had a dream. In my dream, there was blood everywhere, and dead people all over the place. Haha, sob sob sob, and I was among the dead people, me among them! I'm going to die, I'm going to die! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
He laughed and cried at the same time, and his answer made Klein feel like his thoughts were in turmoil.
Klein rubbed his temples and asked in a deep voice:
Why are you afraid of me?
Admisol froze for a few seconds, then suddenly crouched down, shouting in utter terror:
"No!"
"No!"
All eyes turned to him, and Klein immediately felt embarrassed.
"I didn't do anything to you... Why are you yelling like you've been assaulted!" He chuckled dryly, seeing Admisol cowering and trembling, only begging for mercy and uttering no other words, so he simply distanced himself from the other and pretended to pass by.
Hmm, perhaps I should consult Mr. Azik, but he went on vacation to the northern part of the Feynapotter Empire two weeks ago and won't be back until next Thursday or Friday... Before that, I'll report to the captain... Klein covered his mouth and yawned, then turned and left the underground trading market.
After receiving his weekly salary, his savings stopped bleeding and returned to £8.10 Soli, but he could only look at those extraordinary materials. Of course, if he didn't mind the high interest rates, he could ask his boss Swain, for a loan.
As he walked out of the Evil Dragon Bar and waited for the public carriage, Klein's thoughts wandered, considering what was to come:
"With one week left, the initial £12 will be paid off, and I'll finally have £3 a week to take home. Melissa will no longer have an excuse to delay hiring a maid... I'll keep the other £3 a secret for a while longer, and save up some more money on my own..."
"Also, obtain the ' Mind Reader ' formula or find relevant clues from Duster Guderian. Under the pretext of providing funds for my subordinates, exchange cash with Miss Justice... This can be done through an anonymous bank account. During the process, I will use Divination to interfere to a certain extent, which will be very safe and will not expose my secret..."
After boarding the public carriage, Klein didn't go directly to Blackthorn Security Company; instead, he planned to spend two hours at the Divination Club first.
This is a preparatory step for the next instance where the character is "digesting" the Potion.
Moreover, Klein was already quite well-known in the Divination "industry." Some of his old customers would "visit" again, while others would introduce their friends. If things went well, he might even have more than ten clients in an afternoon.
In this way, even if he only went twice a week, he could still earn about half a pound, which was a small supplement for the poor Mr. The Fool.
"Sigh, it's a pity I said such nice things back then, and built such a perfect image, that I can't change the Divination fees so easily now..." Klein thought helplessly as he sipped his Siberian black tea in the club's conference room.
With his current fame, even if he only charges 4 Soli at a time, there would still be plenty of people coming to Divination.
However, as a Seer respected Fate, he could only continue to maintain the price of 8 pence.
Although Klein has now fully digested the Potion, he is unwilling to risk violating the " Seer Code " he previously formulated, which includes not seeking extraordinary benefits through Divination, since he doesn't know if this might lead to loss of control or other undesirable consequences.
--The Nighthawks' internal records do not include the concept of "digestion," so Klein cannot determine from them whether there are still risks after completely digesting the Potion, and therefore cannot do anything that violates the corresponding "rules."
Just as he was pondering these things, the beautiful receptionist Angelica, entered, walked to his side, bent down, and whispered:
"Mr. Moretti, someone has asked you to Divination for the 'Red Agate' house."
"Okay." Klein had checked with the Divination before coming to see if today was auspicious for visiting the club, and received a positive answer.
He put on his top hat, walked out of the conference room, and saw customers waiting at the door of the "Red Agate" room.
The customer was a girl of sixteen or seventeen, wearing a light blue long dress with ruffles, holding a matching veil hat, with naturally curly brown hair, a cute baby face, and a pair of pretty, youthful light blue eyes.
" Elizabeth?" Klein recognized her as his sister's friend, Elizabeth, who attended Evans Public School.
He had helped her choose a talisman and, with her help, resolved the Selena Magic Mirror Divination incident.
Elizabeth also looked surprised and said:
"Mr. Moretti, is that really you? I was wondering if it was you when I saw your name."
"After all, I'm a fan of the occult," Klein explained helplessly, then added, "Don't tell Melissa, and, well, Selena too."
My Divination clearly indicated that it was auspicious to come to the club, so how did I end up running into Elizabeth? He shook his head inwardly as he turned and opened the door to the "Red Agate" room.
At the same time, he tapped his left teeth twice.
He slowly entered the room, sat down in the Divination's seat, and looked up at Elizabeth.
With just one glance, his brows furrowed.
The girl's aura was tinged with a dark, murky green!
The signs of being haunted by ghosts Evil Spirit... Klein calmly made his judgment and asked directly:
Have you been having nightmares frequently lately, and are there recurring elements in your dreams?
Elizabeth, who had just locked the door, was stunned and frozen in place before she could even sit down. It took her a long time to reply.
"Yes... that's exactly why I've been looking for you."
Klein leaned back slightly and asked, "What did you dream about? When did it start?"
"Starting from the last two days of my vacation in the Ramde Town —well, my family has a small estate there—" Elizabeth, being somewhat of a mystery enthusiast, had already recalled the relevant details quite clearly, "In my dreams, I always encounter a knight dressed in full black armor, carrying a huge broadsword. His face is completely covered by a helmet visor, except for a pair of eyes that flash Red Light. He keeps trying to get closer to me, and I run away in fear, each time getting closer than the last..."
Klein thought for a moment and asked, "Two or three days before having similar dreams, did you come into contact with antiques, ancient ruins, or burial objects and tombs?"
Elizabeth paused for a few seconds before saying, "I... I went to the mountains near the Ramde Town during those days. There's an abandoned castle there."
This is the standard opening of a supernatural novel... Klein silently muttered a complaint, then pressed on:
"Did you leave any items behind in the castle? Or did you take anything from the castle?"
Elizabeth frowned her beautiful brows, and after a moment asked uncertainly:
"I was pricked by thorns and bled... Does the blood left behind count?"
Klein nodded solemnly and replied in a deep voice:
"Calculate."