Various colors appeared, and auras came into view. Klein casually surveyed Sir Deville's condition.
"His body is very healthy, with almost no hidden problems... His mood is very poor, his gloomy expression reveals weakness... Mental weakness? Poor sleep? But the problem is, the purple color on his head is perfectly normal..." Klein muttered to himself as Sir Deville party walked further and further away from the library.
Withdrawing his gaze, Klein rubbed his forehead and sighed inwardly:
Being a millionaire isn't easy...
He didn't pay much attention to the matter and turned his gaze back to the periodicals in front of him.
After reading through the articles one by one, Klein didn't find any particularly useful clues, but he did confirm a few things:
First, an ancient kingdom did indeed exist in and around the main peak of the Hornacis Mountain Range; second, the history of this ancient kingdom can be traced back at least 1,500 years; third, their architectural style was grand, leaving behind various murals, from which it can be seen that they believed that after death, the dead would protect their relatives in the Evernight; finally, in those ruins, symbols of Evernight can be seen everywhere, but they are clearly different from the symbols of the Evernight.
"If I have the chance, no, even if I have the chance, I won't go there!" Klein muttered through gritted teeth, deciding to stay away from anything that could lead to disaster.
He tidied up the periodicals and magazines, put them back in their original places, then put on his top hat, picked up his cane, and left the Deville Library.
Seer Club.
Bogda looked at the pretty lady in charge of reception and said:
I want my Divination.
Angelica smiled politely:
Do you have a preferred Divination? Or, browse our profile and choose the one that best suits you.
Bogda pressed his right side of his abdomen and silently took a breath:
"I would like to ask Mr. Klein Moretti to do Divination for me."
"But Mr. Moretti isn't here today," Angelica replied without needing confirmation.
Bogda fell silent for a moment, then paced back and forth a couple of times before saying:
When will Mr. Moretti arrive?
"Nobody knows, he has his own things to do. From what I've observed, he comes most often on Monday afternoons," Angelica said thoughtfully.
"Okay." Bogda's face darkened, and he turned to leave.
"Sir, you can also choose other Divination, such as Mr. Hynas Vincent, who is famous in Tingen City," Angelica, trying her best to salvage the business.
Bogda stopped in his tracks, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"No, I only trust Mr. Moretti. Um, may I wait here for a while? Perhaps he'll come over once he's finished with his business."
"No problem," Angelica gentle smile.
Bogda went to the sofa area, sat down, and sometimes stroked his cane, sometimes looked out the window, appearing quite anxious.
Time ticked by, and just as Bogda's mind was in turmoil, unsure whether to leave or continue waiting, he heard the beautiful woman exclaim in surprise:
Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!
Klein saw the familiar Angelica and was about to casually ask, "What are you doing here again? Don't you need to rest? Don't you get a vacation?"
However, he immediately realized that he was a Seer and should not ask such a question. Instead, he should say in a charlatan's tone, "How wonderful is Fate, Ms. Angelica, we meet again."
Uh, wouldn't this sound like I'm trying to pick her up? Klein's mind raced, but he ultimately just smiled and replied:
Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica.
"A guest wants you to Divination," Angelica, pointing to Bogda hurriedly stood up from the sofa area.
Someone actually specifically asked me? Klein took off his half-high silk hat in surprise and casually pinched the space between his eyebrows twice.
"Good afternoon, sir..." He looked over, then suddenly stopped speaking.
In his " Spirit Vision," the liver area of the person seeking divination appeared dull and almost black, causing the rest of the body to lose its balance and the aura of each part to become thinner.
Klein considered for a moment, then said with a serious expression:
"Sir, you should see Doctor, not come to Divination."
Bogda froze, then a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he murmured to himself:
"That's amazing..."
Anna didn't lie to me...
He suddenly looked up and gazed earnestly at Klein:
"Mr. Moretti, I've already seen Doctor, and there might be surgery coming up, but I'm terrified of it. I'm hoping the Divination can tell me whether the outcome will be good or bad."
Surgery in this era is truly extremely dangerous... Although Emperor Roselle promoted it, many necessary technological points are still lacking... Klein did not refuse, and nodded slightly:
"My price for Divination is 8 pence, is there a problem?"
"Eight pence?" Bogda exclaimed in astonishment, "You only accept eight pence?"
Based on Anna's description and Mr. Moretti's behavior just now, I'm willing to give at least £1!
"Haven't you heard of 'small profits but quick turnover'?" Klein felt a little embarrassed, thought for a few seconds, then smiled and calmly replied:
"To receive divine revelation and glimpse a corner of Fate is a fortunate thing, so we must remain humble and restrain our greed; only in this way can we continue to receive blessings."
"You are a true Seer." Bogda placed his hand on his chest and bowed, his tone very sincere.
Feeling this praise and belief, Klein's Spirituality seemed to lighten considerably, and the "code of conduct" he had just described seemed to have touched upon something.
"Miss Angelica, is the yellow crystal room usable?" He turned to look at the pretty lady beside him.
Angelica quietly breathed a sigh of relief for Bogda and smiled sweetly:
"Can."
Once inside the Divination room, Klein had Bogda lock the door, then sat down behind the table and rubbed his forehead.
"How about we use tarot cards for Divination?" he asked with a smile.
The Spirit Pendulum Method is only suitable for predicting things related to oneself, while drawing a birth chart is too time-consuming.
"You make the decision." Bogda had no objections.
So Klein had him shuffle, cut, and set up an Intis spread.
Taking advantage of his special status as a " Seer," Klein didn't flip over any other cards, but directly revealed the one that symbolized the final outcome.
"The reversed Wheel of Fortune indicates things will turn bad," he said solemnly, glancing at it.
Bogda's face turned pale instantly, and he moved his lips a few times before saying:
Is there no hope?
Klein, with the idea of doing his best, said:
"Then I'll try a different method of Divination. Please leave your ring here and write your birth date on this piece of paper, then wait quietly outside."
Infected by his gentle and soothing voice, Bogda calmed down, wrote down the information as instructed, and left the ring behind.
Watching the other person leave, Klein wrote a line of words on the paper where he was Record information:
"The outcome of Bogda Jones ' liver surgery."
He picked up the ring and the paper, leaned back in his chair, and tried " Dream Divination Method " once again.
In the hazy, Distortion world, he gradually regained himself, seeing the man from before fall with a pale face, and seeing him, covered with a white sheet, being wheeled out of the swaying operating room.
This time, Klein didn't encounter anything strange again, nor did he feel that sense of being watched. He quickly woke up, his brow furrowed, considering how to tell Bogda the results.
The surgery could very well lead to death... I could try the healing Ritualistic Magic I just learned today... But that would expose my Beyonder nature, and I would have to ask the captain for permission first... Hmm, it might not be able to cure such a serious illness... Klein pondered deeply, and suddenly something came to mind.
"Mr. Glacis's lung disease was cured by a Apothecary who said his medicine was miraculous... What was his name again? Right, Rosen Darkwill, 18 Vlad Street, East Borough, ' Rosen's Folk Herb Store '!" Because he had carefully memorized the incident, Klein quickly recalled the details.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the table and quickly made a decision.
Having quickly determined the merits of his idea using the " Spirit Pendulum Method," Klein Door Opening and stepped out. Seeing Bogda hurriedly stand up, he handed back the ring while smiling gently:
"I see hope in you."
"Really?" Bogda asked in surprise.
Klein didn't answer, but continued speaking to himself:
"Your hope lies in the East Borough, on Vlad Street, and in the word ' Rosen '."
If you can't find it, come back here to find me after 4 PM on Monday.
"Okay, okay." Bogda nodded repeatedly, excitedly taking out his wallet and counting out a 5p and three 1p.
He followed Klein's instructions exactly and did not try to Corrosion the real Seer with tips.
Klein took it with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, and said with a warm smile:
I hope you find hope soon.
After Bogda left, just like last time, he paid his cut and gave Angelica tip, pretending that he had received 1 Soli.
East Borough, Vlad Street.
Bogda walked from one end of the street to the other, making three trips in total, until his liver started to ache again.
Finally, he confirmed that there was only one thing on this street related to " Rosen," and that was " Rosen's Folk Herb Store " located at number 18.
Mustering his courage, he went inside. He smelled various herbs and saw that the shop owner was a man in his thirties or forties with short black hair and a round face.
The shopkeeper was dressed in what resembled the attire of a rural witch doctor, a long, dark robe embroidered with various strange symbols.
"Hello, do you have any medicine that can cure my illness?" Bogda asked in his top hat.
The boss looked up, glanced at Bogda with his deep blue eyes, and said with a slight smirk:
"Your liver condition is quite serious, but the prerequisite is that you don't have enough money to pay for the medication?"
"He can tell?" Bogda suddenly felt more confident and hurriedly nodded, saying:
How much is your medicine worth?
"Ten pounds, that's fair." The shopkeeper casually pulled a packet of herbs from under the counter. "Add water, enough water, and boil it all together to make a potion. After boiling, add ten drops of fresh rooster blood, and drink it immediately. This packet of herbs can be boiled three times; after that, there shouldn't be any problems."
As he spoke, he unfolded the yellowish-brown paper and threw in several strange herbs.
That sounds incredibly unbelievable... Bogda swallowed hard.
"That's all?"
The boss glanced at him, then suddenly smiled and said:
"What else do you want? How about this package? Once your liver condition is cured, I guarantee you and your wife will be satisfied."
He chuckled and pulled out another packet of black paper herbs, lowering his voice to say:
"It contains mummy powder... Believe me, many nobles consume this stuff, adding it to tea or making soup."
... Bogda's confidence in his boss completely wavered, and he even felt disgusted.
I believe Mr. Moretti... He took a deep breath, pulled out his wallet, and took out two of the largest denomination banknotes from his remaining gold pounds.