Before leaving, Klein hurriedly cleaned his suit and top hat with a small brush and handkerchief, then changed into a white shirt, put on its linen counterpart, and his only decent-looking cheap coat before walking briskly out onto the street.
First Melissa's dress, then Benson's suit, and only then can I consider my second outfit. There's never enough money... Besides, I have to start saving up for glazed tableware to entertain guests... And I also have to save money to buy all sorts of mystical materials... Klein sat on the public carriage, mentally calculating the family's finances, shaking his head more and more as he did so.
He estimated it would take at least a year for him, his brother, and his sister to live like the so-called middle class.
Of course, this doesn't take into account the possibility of promotion or a raise.
The public carriage drove through the streets and stopped opposite the " Divination Club " on Howes Street.
Klein pressed down on his black, non-silk top hat, half-hopped, half-walked out of the car, and followed the familiar road into the club's second-floor entrance, where he saw the beautiful, blond-haired lady, Angelica.
Her eyes still had some residual redness and swelling, but she looked very relaxed overall.
Klein raised his hand and tapped his brow twice. After examining her closely, he noticed that the deep grayness in Angelica's emotional expression had dissipated considerably, replaced by a bright, sunny glow.
After reading it, Klein walked over, took off his hat, and smiled:
"Ms. Angelica, it's a beautiful sunny day today, isn't it?"
Angelica looked up, let out a short gasp, and then smiled broadly:
"You're very much like Mr. Vincent's cat; you walk without making a sound. Hmm, you can tell? Hehe, I forgot, you're a Divination's good at reading faces..."
She paused, bit her lip lightly, and bowed.
"Thank you, thank you for your advice yesterday. I feel much better. I haven't felt this relaxed, happy, and content in the past year."
Hearing the other person's sincere thanks, Klein was also infected by that joy and happiness, and the corners of his mouth turned up as he said:
It's my honor to be able to help you.
As he spoke, he felt his own Spirituality become much lighter and more lively.
Is this the " Potion " the " Seer " wants? A " Seer " who can truly help the inquirer? Klein seemed to be thinking, pinching his brow and quietly tapping it twice.
It must be said that he has already discovered in practice that the current actions of turning " Spirit Vision " on and off are not discreet enough. However, the problem is that he cannot think of a better alternative in the short term, because he has only been a " Seer " for a short time, and his Spirituality has not yet reached its current limit, nor has his mastery. Therefore, a location that can effectively stimulate Spirituality can serve as the medium for the "switch," and there are not many such locations. The space between the eyebrows is a relatively superior choice.
Once he has fully digested the " Potion " and become a true " Seer," he should be able to design a more subtle "switch" action... Klein nodded almost imperceptibly and walked towards the half-open conference room.
"Coffee or black tea?" Angelica asked quickly.
" Desi Coffee," Klein replied, with the intention of trying all sorts of drinks.
At this moment, he saw six or seven members in the meeting room, but not Hynas Vincent, who had been there the whole time.
"Mr. Vincent didn't come?" Klein stopped and asked casually.
Angelica paused for a moment and said:
"Mr. Vincent doesn't come every day. He's been invited to give lectures at a Divination organization in Enmat Port. Is there something you need to see him about?"
"No, I'm just curious. After all, I've seen him every time I come here before." Klein shook his head with a smile.
At the same time, he recognized some of the seven members:
Glacis, who did Divination for himself!
Glacis was looking at the documents on the table while wearing a monocle when he suddenly realized someone was watching him. So he looked up and looked back at the origin of the gaze.
A look of obvious joy suddenly appeared on his face. He pushed himself up with his hands and rushed to Klein in a few steps.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. I've been wondering if you would come today."
" Angelica told me you're not Doctor, but a Divination's good at reading faces?"
Klein smiled and said:
"I'm not only good at this, Mr. Glacis. You seem to have completely overcome the illness?"
He pinched his forehead and gently tapped his brow twice, finding that Glacis's healthy complexion had returned to normal.
"Yes, I really regretted it at the time, regretting that I didn't listen to your advice. Fortunately, there was a very skilled Apothecary near my house who gave my wife a very miraculous potion, which saved me from death," Glacis said with emotion.
As a prospective member of the Nighthawks squad, Klein, with his professional instincts, countered with:
"An exceptionally skilled Apothecary? And incredibly miraculous potions?"
Amazing? How amazing? Does it fall into the category of extraordinary?
"He said it's a folk medicine from Lenburg, and in any case, it's very helpful for my condition," Glacis replied without any sign of anything amiss.
Folk Apothecary Klein tapped his brow as if deep in thought:
"What's his name? Where does he live? You know, Divination can't guarantee they won't get sick; maybe I'll have to buy medicine from him in the future."
Klein learned from his mentor and classmates that the modern medical system in this world was still in its infancy and had almost no effective treatment for many diseases. Therefore, there was still a great market for miraculous medicines and skilled Apothecary. It wouldn't hurt to learn about them, as they might be needed in the future.
Glacis readily replied:
"His name is Rosen Darkwill, and he owns a small shop at 18 Vlad Street in the East Borough called ' Rosen's Folk Herb Store '."
"Thank you." Klein made a note of it and spoke sincerely.
Glacis turned around and led him to sit down next to him. At that moment, Angelica also made coffee and brought it over.
Compared to Southville Coffee, Desi Coffee has a richer aroma, but its taste is relatively inferior... Klein took a sip and savored it for a moment.
Seeing that he had put down the white glazed cup, Glacis carefully chose his tone and said:
"Mr. Moretti, may I have this Divination told? I will pay you the price you set."
"Eight pence is enough; I won't raise the price at the last minute." Klein was hoping someone would want him to do Divination. "Would you like to go to the Divination room?"
"Okay, the yellow crystal room." Glacis, who knew it better than him, went over first.
After entering the Divination room and locking the wooden door, Klein sat down behind the long table and asked in a deep voice:
"Mr. Glacis, what would you like to Divination?"
"I have an investment opportunity, but it involves too much money. If it fails, my family and I will suffer a heavy blow. I want to Divination the tarot to see if it will go smoothly," Glacis offered. "I've done a tarot Divination myself once, Divination after purifying my mind, and the result was pretty good. Yes, it was my own interpretation, but I didn't violate any symbolic principles."
Klein thought for a moment, then asked curiously:
"Then please describe the situation in detail, and provide your own information. If you can also provide the other person's information, that would be even better. We can then do an astrological Divination."
"Good." Glacis composed himself and said, "Mr. Lanarvus discovered a large iron ore deposit with rich reserves and excellent quality during his expedition in the Hornacis Mountain Range. He spent all his savings to buy the land and hired a professional company to conduct a survey, which yielded encouraging conclusions."
Lacking subsequent development funds, he established a steel company, intending to use the project to apply for bank loans and simultaneously issue a certain percentage of shares to raise initial capital. This plan is currently in the private preparation stage, but the returns offered are very generous.
Klein, who has been reading newspapers frequently lately and is also a "history expert," knows that stocks exist in this world, and even knows that the concept of stocks originated from Emperor Roselle. Yes, it's him again.
During the colonization of the Southern Continent, he established the West Balam Company, raised funds from the public by issuing stocks, successfully solved his financial problems, and successfully seized the first pot of gold of colonial profits.
Because the returns were substantial, similar ventures followed one after another, such as railway stocks, mining stocks, Steam development stocks, and so on. Some succeeded, while others failed, which led to the creation of organizations like the Backlund Stock Exchange.
In addition, Emperor Roselle also created things like national bonds and trust funds. The former has been passed down to this day and has become the most stable investment method, with an annual return of four to six percent.
Klein remembered his brother Benson saying that if he could inherit £3,000, he wouldn't have to work so hard anymore, because the stable annuity income would be about five percent, roughly £150, which was roughly equivalent to Klein's current annual salary.
So this is what they call the rentier class... Klein sighed inwardly, and asked carefully:
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with this? Lanarvus trustworthy?"
"I've seen his property documents and exploration reports, which bear the seal of the West Vilas County Government and the endorsement of a professional firm. Furthermore, Mr. Lanarvus's office has photographs of him with Sir Deville and the Mayor," Glacis nodded in reply.
A group photo? A group photo means nothing... Klein, who was born in the era of the knowledge explosion, has seen too many similar things and is not convinced by them.
However, whether he believed it or not was of no use; he could only pick up a pen and draw the corresponding horoscope based on the key time information provided by Glacis.
After a long silence, Klein pointed to the "astrolabe" and said:
"You should be able to see it yourself; this matter will not go smoothly. Beneath the surface of prosperity lies a precipice, an Abyss. My Divination advice is to bypass it, to avoid it."
"..." Glacis fell silent, his mouth opening and closing several times.
After a few minutes, he smiled wryly and said:
"I'll think about it seriously after I get home."
Hearing this answer, Klein could only shake his head and sigh inwardly, experiencing the helplessness one would expect from a " Seer ":
" Seer " can only offer advice, not make decisions for people.
As soon as the two left the citrine room, Angelica came over and said:
"Mr. Moretti, someone wants you to do Divination."
At this point, she added quietly:
"He didn't ask me for recommendations, nor did he look at any catalogs."
"Has his reputation spread?" Klein turned to the reception area, puzzled.
PS: There will be a bonus chapter at 12 o'clock.