"Pray?"
Klein's spirits lifted, and following the same method he used to spy on the " The Hanged Man," he allowed his Spirituality to spread and touch that deep red mass.
A blurry and Distortion image suddenly appeared before his eyes, in which he could only vaguely see a brown-haired boy kneeling on the ground, facing a pure crystal ball.
The boy's black bodysuit was completely different from the fashion trends in the Kingdom of Loen, and also quite different from the traditional clothing of foreign countries such as the Feynapotter Empire and the Republic of Intis that Klein had seen in magazines.
His surroundings were dim, the tables and chairs old, occasionally illuminated by flashes of light, but Klein could not hear the thunder or the sound of raindrops.
In the scene, the boy clasped his hands together against his forehead, his body hunched forward, constantly praying for something, his deep voice booming in Klein's ears.
Klein listened attentively, but discovered an embarrassing fact:
He couldn't understand what the other person was saying; it was a language he had never encountered before!
... As the Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog, I don't even know "foreign languages"... Klein chuckled to himself, then reluctantly studied the language again, even more diligently than when he took his English listening test.
As he listened, he gradually noticed a problem:
Although the other person's language did not belong to any of the languages I had studied, it was very close to Ancient Feysac and showed signs of similarity!
"Father... Mother... these two words should mean something like that, right? They sound similar to Ancient Feysac, but there are certain differences..." Klein frowned, lost in thought. " Ancient Feysac was the common language of Quaternary humans, the source of all contemporary languages, and it itself has been evolving gradually... I have absolutely no way of knowing for sure right now..."
He listened again and again, ruling out contemporary languages such as Loenese, Feysac, and Intis language based on their grammatical structure and other factors.
"Is it a variant of the Ancient Feysac over a long history? Like the writing in that Antigonus Family Notebook?" Klein tapped his fingers on the edge of the bronze table, nodding almost imperceptibly. "There's another possibility. The Feysac didn't appear out of thin air; it evolved from the Jotun... The Feynapotter Empire to the north has always claimed that its people have Giant blood... This might be the Jotun from ancient times..."
At this point, Klein, lacking sufficient knowledge, had no choice but to pause, withdraw his Spirituality, and cease both gazing and listening.
He didn't intend to immediately pull the pleading boy into the Gray Fog; he wanted to figure out what the other was saying first.
Of course, prior to this, there will be frequent observation and basic "assessment".
Huff... Klein let out a breath and leaned back in the magnificent Gray Fog Temple.
He enveloped himself in Spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling.
After "reviewing" Roselle's Diary, Klein changed into formal attire and headed to the Divination Club.
Despite his doubled salary, he still chose to take the public carriage, but he splurgeed on Mrs. Wendy's business, spending 1.5 pence on a cup of sweet iced tea to beat the afternoon heat.
Upon arriving at the Howes Street, Klein threw the paper cup into the trash can and made his way up to the second floor.
Before entering, he pinched the bridge of his nose, activating his Spirit Vision in advance.
As soon as Klein stepped into the reception hall, he immediately sensed a faint sadness permeating the air.
The pretty receptionist Angelica, sat there, her gaze unfocused, her eyes slightly red.
"The sadness will eventually pass," Klein said gently and calmly as he approached Angelica.
Angelica looked up abruptly, murmuring in a slightly bewildered tone:
"Mr. Moretti..."
She quickly regained her senses and asked in surprise:
"You... you know about Mr. Vincent?"
"Oh right, I forgot you're an excellent Divination."
Klein sighed in agreement:
"I can only Divination provide a vague picture... What exactly happened to Mr. Vincent?"
"The boss told us that Mr. Vincent suffered a sudden heart attack in his sleep and passed away peacefully." Angelica trembled with emotion as she spoke. "He was a kind, courteous, true gentleman. He was a mentor to many members. He was so young..."
"I'm sorry to have made you even more sad." Klein offered no further words of comfort and slowly walked towards the conference room.
Angelica took out a handkerchief, wiped her eyes and nose, then looked at Klein's retreating figure and raised her voice:
"Mr. Moretti, what would you like to drink?"
"Black tea." Klein preferred this to coffee, though he didn't really like it.
Comparatively, he prefers ginger beer and sweet iced tea, but as a gentleman, he shouldn't act like a child in formal settings...
Because it was Monday, there were only five or six members in the meeting room. In Klein's Spirit Vision, their emotions were all different colors; some were genuinely sad, slightly somber, while others were almost unaffected.
"All normal... normal reactions." Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, picked up his cane, and casually found a spot.
He was about to turn off his Spirit Vision when he suddenly saw Angelica enter and walk towards him.
"Mr. Moretti, a customer is looking for you, um, it's the same one from last time," the pretty lady said in a low voice.
"You still remember him?" Klein asked with a smile.
Hmm, I wonder if that gentleman managed to buy the miraculous potion as I suggested... I wonder if he still needs surgery...
Angelica pursed her lips and said:
He was the only one willing to wait an entire afternoon at the club for a fortune-telling session.
Klein gripped his cane, stood up, and walked outside without saying a word.
In the reception hall, he saw the man who had come for Divination last time, and he also noticed that the color of the man's liver had returned to normal, and the overall harmony of his body was also as good.
"Congratulations, the taste of good health is wonderful." Klein smiled and extended his hand.
Bogda was taken aback at first, then simultaneously reached out with both hands and firmly grasped Klein's right palm:
"Mr. Moretti, you really were able to 'see' my condition!"
"Yes, I'm cured! The Doctor asked me questions again and again, examined me repeatedly, and still couldn't believe I was cured just like that!"
Listening to Bogda's ecstatic account, Klein calmly confirmed one thing:
The Apothecary at Rosen's Folk Herb Store is absolutely Beyonder!
I witnessed firsthand how severe the man's liver disease was, and the fact that he was cured in just a few days is beyond the reach of herbs and medical skills; only extraordinary abilities can explain it!
Adding the issue of Glacis, there's only one answer left.
"I want to confess to God that I actually doubted you, doubted that miraculous Apothecary." Bogda held Klein's hand tightly, repeatedly expressing his shame and gratitude, "... That 10 pounds was well spent; it bought my life!"
What? 10 pounds? You spent 10 pounds on a magical potion? And you only charged me 8 pence for the Divination... only 8 pence... 8 pence... pence... Klein was almost speechless.
At this moment, Bogda released his hands, took a step back with a smile, and respectfully bowed:
"I've come today to express my gratitude. Thank you, Planeswalker Moretti, you showed me the way and saved my life."
"This is the result of the Divination you paid for; you don't need to thank anyone." Klein raised his head slightly, looking melancholically at the line where the wall met the ceiling, answering with the air of a charlatan.
"You are a true Seer," Bogda exclaimed. "I'm going to Vlad Street next to thank the Apothecary and buy the potion he recommended."
"Weren't you already fully recovered?" Klein skillfully concealed his surprise.
Bogda glanced around and, seeing that the pretty receptionist wasn't paying attention, chuckled softly:
"Those are herbs with added mummy powder, which can be brewed into a potion that satisfies both men and women... I didn't trust that Apothecary before, but now I have no doubts at all."
... There's such a potion? Klein suddenly felt that the Apothecary was a fraud, and wondered if he had pushed the gentleman opposite him into a hotbed of trouble.
He looked Bogda up and down a few times to make sure there was nothing wrong with the other man's aura.
"Mummy powder?" Klein cautiously seized upon the word and asked rhetorically.
"Yes, mummy powder. I asked a friend about it, and he said the nobles of Backlund have been obsessed with this stuff. This powder made from ground mummies can make men perform perfectly in bed. Although it's disgusting and sounds filthy, it's a real noble material..." Bogda explained in detail, his eyes filled with eagerness.
A mummy? A mummy made from a corpse? And powdered from it? Klein was speechless, almost spitting out his Bogda on the spot.
Those nobles know how to play... Just as he was about to dissuade them, Glacis had previously suffered from lung disease, happened to enter and overheard Bogda's subsequent description.
"Yes, it's very effective. I recommend you go to ' Rosen's Folk Herb Store ' on Vlad Street. Mr. Rosen's secret formula is incredibly effective!" Glacis took off his monocle, leaned closer with great interest, and recommended in a low voice, "My experience was... very, very, very perfect."
"You knew too? I was just on my way to Mr. Rosen's herbal medicine shop." Bogda was completely relieved.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he couldn't wait to leave the Divination Club.
Klein, however, still retained a slight sense of dazedness.
At 5:20 p. m., he put on a top silk hat, picked up his black cane inlaid with silver, and went directly to Vlad Street by carriage. He planned to observe the Apothecary named Rosen Darkwill in secret before deciding whether to report to the captain.
18 Vlad Street.
Klein stood outside the herbalist's shop and saw that the door was closed and a "For Sale" sign was posted.
"... Very alert..." he muttered silently.
In this way, he wouldn't have to put himself in a difficult position or observe.
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