"Pray?"
Klein's spirit was revitalized. Using the same method he had employed when observing the "Hanged Man", he allowed his spiritual energy to spread and touch that deep red mass.
Immediately, a blurry and distorted image appeared before his eyes. He could only vaguely see a boy with brownish-yellow hair kneeling on the ground, facing a pure crystal ball.
The boy's black tight-fitting clothing was completely different from the fashion trends in the Kingdom of Ruun, and also significantly differed from the traditional clothing of foreign countries such as the Fuskak Empire and the Intis Republic that Klein had seen in magazines.
The surrounding environment was dim, with old tables and chairs, occasionally illuminated by sudden flashes of light. But Klein couldn't hear the thunderous roars or the dripping of rain.
In the picture, the boy clasped his hands together to rest on his forehead, his body bent forward, constantly praying for something. His thick voice buzzed around Klein's ears.
Klein listened attentively, but discovered an embarrassing fact:
He couldn't understand what the other was saying. It was a language he had never encountered before! ... As the mysterious ruler above the mist, I actually don't understand "foreign languages"… Klein chuckled self-deprecatingly and, unwilling to give up, carefully analyzed for a while longer, even more meticulously than when taking an English listening test.
As he listened, he gradually noticed a problem:
Although the language of the other party was not any of the ones he had learned, it was very close to the Gufasak language, with similar signs!
"Father... Mother... These two words should mean this? They are very similar to the Gufasak language, but there are certain differences..." Klein furrowed his eyebrows and fell into thought, "The Gufasak language was the common language of the fourth-generation humans and was the source of all contemporary languages. Moreover, it itself was also gradually changing... I simply can't determine it now..."
He listened and listened, eliminating contemporary languages such as Ruen language, Fusaak language, and Intis language from the grammar structure and other aspects.
"Is it a variant of the Gufasak language over a long history? Just like the text written in the Antigonus Family Notes?" Klein tapped the edge of the bronze long table with his fingers, nodding slightly but imperceptibly, "There is another possibility. The Gufasak language did not arise out of thin air; it evolved from the Giant language... The Fusaak Empire in the north has always claimed that its citizens have giant blood... This might be the Giant language from ancient times..."
At this point, with insufficient knowledge reserves, Klein had to pause, withdraw his spirit, and no longer gaze or listen.
He didn't plan to immediately pull the pleading teenager into the mist above, but intended to first understand what the other party was saying.
Of course, before that, he would often observe and conduct basic "examinations".
Huh... Klein let out a breath, leaning back in the grand mist temple.
He wrapped himself with his spirit and simulated the feeling of falling. ......
After reviewing Rosell's diary, Klein changed into his formal attire and went out to the Divination Club.
Despite having his salary doubled, he still chose to take the public carriage. He luxuriously took care of Mrs. Wendy's business, spending 1.5 pence on a cup of sweet iced tea to dispel the heat of the afternoon.
When he arrived at the Hales Street area, Klein threw the paper cup into the trash can and walked step by step to the second floor.
Before entering the reception hall, he pinched the bridge of his nose and activated his clairvoyance in advance.
As soon as he stepped into the reception hall, Klein immediately sensed a faint sadness pervading the place.
The beautiful reception lady, Angelica, was sitting there, her gaze distant, with redness in her eyes.
"Sadness will pass," Klein approached Angelica and spoke gently and calmly.
Angelica suddenly raised her head, murmuring vaguely:
"Mr. Moretti..."
Soon, she came to her senses and asked in surprise:
"Are you, you know, aware of Mr. Vassent's situation?"
"Oh yes, I forgot that you are an excellent diviner."
Klein responded in agreement with a sigh:
"I can only divine vague situations... What exactly happened to Mr. Vassent?"
"The boss told us that Mr. Vassent suddenly suffered a heart attack in his sleep and passed away peacefully." Angelica said as she spoke, her voice taking on a hint of a sob. "He was a kind, polite, and truly gentlemanly man. He was the spiritual mentor of many members. He, he was still so young..."
"Sorry to make you even more sad," Klein didn't offer much comfort and walked slowly towards the meeting room.
Angelica took out a handkerchief, wiped her eyes and nose, and then looked at Klein's back, raising her voice:
"Mr. Moretti, what would you like to drink?"
"Black tea." Compared to coffee, Klein preferred this, although it didn't taste very good either.
Relatively speaking, he preferred ginger beer and sweet iced tea. However, as a gentleman, in formal occasions, he shouldn't act like a child...
Due to Monday's reason, there were only five or six members in the meeting room. In Klein's clairvoyance, their emotional colors were different. Some were genuinely sad, slightly dim, while some were hardly affected at all.
"All normal... normal reactions." Klein made a barely visible nod and held his walking stick, randomly choosing a seat.
He was about to casually turn off his clairvoyance when suddenly he saw Angelica come in and walk towards him.
"Mr. Moretti, a customer is looking for you. Well, it's the one from last time." This beautiful lady lowered her voice.
"You remember him?" Klein asked with a smile.
Well, I don't know if that gentleman followed my hint and bought the magical potion... I don't know if he still needs surgery...
Angelica pursed her lips and said:
"There is only one person who is willing to wait in the club for an entire afternoon for divination."
Klein held the walking stick, stood up, and walked out without saying anything.
In the reception hall, he saw the gentleman who came for divination last time, and also saw that the color of the aura in his liver had returned to normal, and the overall coordination was the same.
"Congratulations, the taste of health is so wonderful." Klein smiled and extended his hand.
Bogdah was stunned for a moment, then simultaneously extended his hands and firmly grasped Klein's right palm:
"Mr. Moretti, you really can 'see' my situation!"
"Yes, I have recovered! The doctor asked again and again, and examined again and again, still couldn't believe I recovered like this!"
Listening to Bogdah's ecstatic statement, Klein calmly determined one thing:
The pharmacist at Rosen Folk Medicine Pharmacy is definitely an extraordinary person!
The severity of the liver disease of this gentleman was what he had witnessed with his own eyes. He could be cured within a few days, which exceeded the power of herbs and medical skills. Only an extraordinary person could explain it!
And with the matter of Grasissis, there was only one answer left. "I must confess my sins to God. I actually doubted you, doubted that wonderful healer." Bogda held Klein's hand tightly and wouldn't let go, constantly expressing his remorse and gratitude. "... Those 10 pounds were spent in a most valuable way. They bought back my life!" What? Ten pounds? You spent ten pounds on the magical potion? But the divination fee you charged me was only eight pence... eight pence... eight pence... pence... Klein almost fainted upon hearing this.
At this moment, Bogdas loosened his hands, smiled broadly, stepped back, and respectfully bowed:
"I am here to express my gratitude. Thank you, Master Moretti, for showing me the way and saving my life."
"This is the result of your payment for the divination. There is no need to thank anyone else." Klein raised his head slightly, looked melancholically at the junction of the wall and the ceiling, and replied in a very sinister manner.
"You are a true diviner." Bogdas praised, "I will go to Vlad Street next to express my gratitude to that pharmacist and purchase the potion he recommended."
"You have already recovered, haven't you?" Klein hid his astonishment very well.
Bogdas looked around, seeing that the beautiful receptionist didn't notice them, so he chuckled softly:
"That is a herbal medicine mixed with mummy powder, which can be boiled to make a potion that satisfies both men and women... I didn't believe that pharmacist before, but now I have no doubts at all." ... And this kind of medicine? Klein suddenly felt that the pharmacist was a fraud, suspecting that he might have pushed the gentleman opposite him into the hotbed.
He examined Borgada from top to bottom and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the color of his aura.
"Mummy powder?" Klein cautiously grasped a word and asked inquisitively.
"Yes, mummy powder. I consulted a friend, and he said that the nobles of Berkenland have been crazily chasing after this stuff. This powder made from mummies can make men give perfect performances in bed. Although it is disgusting and sounds very dirty, it is truly a noble material..." Borgada explained in detail, his eyes filled with urgency.
Mummy? A mummy made from corpse? Powder made from it? Klein was stunned and almost vomited the medicine in front of Borgada right then and there.
Those nobles are so smart... Just as he was about to dissuade the other person, Grasillis, who had suffered from lung disease before, entered the room just then. He heard Borgada's description behind him.
"Yes, it's very effective. I recommend you to go to 'Rosen's Folk Herbal Pharmacy' on Vlad Street. Mr. Rosen's secret formula is very effective!" Grasillis took off his single-lens eyeglasses, leaned closer with great interest, and whispered to Borgada, "My experience was very, very, very perfect."
"You also know? I was just going to Rosen's Folk Herbal Pharmacy." Borgada was completely relieved.
They chatted for a while more, and then he couldn't wait to leave the divination club.
And Klein still had a bit of daze lingering.
At five twenty in the afternoon, he put on a half-high silk hat, held a silver-plated black cane, and directly took a ride to Vlad Street, planning to secretly observe the pharmacist named Rosen. Darkwade first, and then decide whether to report to the captain. ......
18 Vlad Street.
Klein stood outside the herbal pharmacy and saw that the door was closed and there was a notice attached saying it was for sale. "... "Very alert indeed..." he murmured quietly.
In this way, he wouldn't have to struggle or observe anymore.