Hales Street, Divination Club.
Klein pinched the half-high silk top hat on his head, walked down the stairs, and took one step at a time towards the door.
He was no longer dressed in his usual formal attire but wore a white shirt with a light vest, and wore a knee-length black thin windbreaker over it, adding a touch of sharpness to his overall appearance.
This set of combat-ready clothing cost him only one pound, including the hand-stitched small pockets on the inside and the formal suit of a tuxedo compared to this, it was so cheap that it made one want to shed tears.
He touched the revolver in the armpit holster and the metal vials in the inner small pocket, then took out the portrait and entered the Divination Club.
There was no surprise. He saw the beautiful lady Angelica in charge of reception.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. I thought you would come a few days later," Angelica was stunned for a moment, then quickly formed a bright smile.
Klein took off his hat and sighed softly:
"Good afternoon, Miss Angelica. I had a dream at noon, dreaming of Heinass Vanson and some things related to him. You know, as a diviner, one must not ignore every dream. That might be a divine revelation."
Impressed by the words full of the air of a charlatan, Angelica nodded thoughtfully and curiously asked:
"What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that Heinass Vanson was arguing with this person," Klein handed over the folded paper in his hand.
While Angelica was concentrating on unfolding the portrait, he pinched the center of his brow and observed the color of the other person's emotional aura.
"This person..." Angelica looked at the photo-like portrait as if it were a photograph, lost in thought.
In Klein's eyes, her emotional aura presented a "thinking blue" color, which was a normal reaction.
"This person..." Angelica whispered again, slowly raising her head and saying, "I have seen him."
Klein's spirit lifted, and he immediately asked back:
"When?"
"I can't remember the exact date. It must have been about a month ago. At that time, I saw him send Mr. Vanson to the door and whispering something to him. Because of his thick and messy eyebrows and Mr. Vanson's rare smile, I was very impressed." Angelica recalled and described, "Yes, he had gray-blue eyes. His hair was like that of most men of his age, not much left now."
"Did you see him again or before that?" Klein asked gently.
Angelica shook her head:
"No, definitely not. I even don't know his name. To be honest, if it weren't for you, I would have suspected that the person who took out this portrait was the police investigating Mr. Vanson's death. Ha, whatever enlightenment you have, I won't find it strange. You are a true diviner."
I'm sorry, I'm just a police officer... Klein said with a silent chuckle, and sighed:
"A true diviner understands the insignificance of oneself and the greatness of fate. We can only see a blurry corner and always receive inspirations rather than answers. We must constantly reflect, maintain reverence, be cautious in interpretation, and not regard ourselves as the wise ones who have mastered fate."
Summarizing his thoughts and experiences of this period, Klein suddenly noticed that his clairvoyance had become clearer, and vaguely he could even distinguish certain details of the color of Angelica's aura.
This moment, he was like a nearsighted person wearing glasses of the right prescription.
This... Has my "diviner" potion begun to show obvious digestion signs? Klein stood there stunned, unable to believe it for a moment.
"I didn't expect that such a diviner like you could always fear fate. It's truly admirable." Angelica said sincerely.
She had seen too many people in the club who, after learning a few divination methods, claimed to be able to see the truth and change fate.
Klein looked away and smiled softly: "The more one knows, the more one realizes one's own insignificance."
While speaking, he examined his own state and past experiences, and roughly grasped that the essence of the "acting method" is "to perform actions that conform to the name of the potion, understand the hidden patterns, and strictly require oneself based on this."
Only in this way can one adjust the state of body, mind, and spirit, get closer to the residual spirit within the potion, and gradually digest it.
The recognition of the "divinationist" identity by others is only a superficial factor. The reason why it can make oneself feel a lighter spiritual state is that this feedback strengthens the confirmation of certain divination behaviors, and these behaviors together constitute the "divinationist code of conduct" that can allow the potion to be digested.
"Help others interpret revelations and guide them in the right direction, but one must always maintain reverence for fate, not become arrogant, not be conceited, and not blindly believe one's own interpretation... This is the rule I have currently summarized, and it is also the essence of 'acting', if it can continue to be effective, then I won't need more than half a year, perhaps two or three months, or perhaps two or three weeks, to completely digest the potion." "... The signs just now were very obvious. No wonder that mysterious Mr. Chalatur said that when the potion was completely digested, the extraordinary person could clearly feel it - without being taught by others, it was right or it wasn't... Just like now, although my clairvoyance has improved a little, I am very clear that this is only a point of digestion, not the end."
Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but thank the little man in the tailcoat again. He used his life to educate himself!
If it weren't for him, I might still need to spend several months in the Divination Club to summarize the "Divinationist Code of Conduct" through a series of either good or bad cases and start the strict "performance".
"Mr. Moretti, sometimes I even feel that you are a philosopher." Hearing Klein's reply, Angelica sighed and said.
"In my circle, philosopher is a term of abuse." Klein's mood became better.
After saying that, he bowed, put on his hat, and left.
Although Angelica didn't know the name and identity of the gentleman in the portrait, Klein wasn't depressed at all. Such a gain was already enough for him to carry out the next plan. ......
36 Zortlan Street, inside Black Thorn Security Company.
Dunn's grey eyes, deep and intense, looked at the portrait in his hand and said:
"Do you want to find this person by investigation?"
"Yes," Klein had already organized his words. "Captain, didn't I say before that we should observe the members of the Divination Club's reactions to the sudden death of Harnas Vanson? I didn't notice it yesterday, but today I accidentally found out that the person in the portrait had appeared together with Harnas Vanson before and was secretly having conversations about something. I just checked the investigation records of our team and found no record of a similar person."
His description was flawless. Even if Dunn Smith were to go to the Divination Club with the portrait now, he would get confirmation from Angelica.
Dunn looked away from the portrait and smiled:
"It seems that that sum of funds was not wasted." ... Captain, you weren't having good memory, were you? How come you remembered the matter of the funds at this moment... Klein maintained a smile and said nothing.
"Was this something you drew?" Dunn asked casually.
"Yes, I drew it using the ritual magic." Klein replied with a hundred percent truth.
Of course, telling the truth and telling the whole truth are two different things.
Dunn nodded slightly and said:
"You should ask Old Neil to make several copies. I'll have Cohen-Lee and Luo Yao go and investigate later, and ask the police department for assistance. If this clue is indeed useful, you'll have achieved a great feat."
"The Goddess blesses us." Klein marked his chest four times, his attitude extremely devout.
For him, it was enough if Dunn and his team could find out the name and identity of the gentleman in the portrait. He could then divine the whereabouts above the fog! ......
After leaving Blackthorn Security Company, Klein, who was on a day off, didn't head home immediately. Instead, he took a public carriage to the dock area and arrived at the entrance of "The Dragon Bar".
He had considered this. Although the "Diviner" lacked direct combat methods and didn't have quick spells at his disposal, battles were of many types, and not all were encounter battles.
As long as there was sufficient preparation time, the "Diviner" could also use ritual magic to deal with the enemy, just as he had dealt with the magic mirror divination incident at Selina's house.
This meant that the "Diviner" would be best to carry some herbs, essential oils, and small candles with him, in case the materials couldn't be retrieved when needed and they would have to wait to die. After all, not everyone had a pile of occult items like Selina did in her house, which could be used when needed.
As for the ones he had applied for, Klein practiced them too frequently and had used up most of them. The small pockets inside his clothes were filled with the remaining parts.
He touched the paper money in his pocket, pushed open the heavy door of "The Dragon Bar", and stepped inside.
It was mid-afternoon, and there weren't many customers in the bar. There was no rat-catching competition, no boxing match, and it seemed rather quiet and not very lively.
Klein glanced at the two tables where people were drinking and playing cards, and was about to head towards the billiard room that led to the underground trading market.
Just then, he saw a burly man, wearing a worn-out naval officer's coat, come out.
"Are you the friend that Old Neil brought here last time?" The man with messy brown hair and a strong, alcohol-released scent from his entire body sized Klein up, smiling and saying.
Klein vaguely guessed the other person's identity, removed his hat and bowed:
"Yes, I don't know how to address you?"
"Old Neil should have mentioned me to you. I'm the owner of this place, Swain." The blue-eyed man with thick arms and firm muscles had an officer-like air.
Former leader of the "Punisher" team in the former town of Ingang... It was said that he had also served as the Royal Navy... Klein politely responded:
"Yes."
"If you need money temporarily, you can come to me." Swain said with a smile, preparing to walk towards the bar.
Just then, a thought struck Klein, and he shouted:
"Wait a moment, Mr. Swain, I have something I want to ask you."
Swain stopped, turned halfway around, and said with a smile:
"You and your... well, your boss are really alike."
No, I don't have memory problems... The corner of Klein's mouth moved, and he directly took out the portrait and said:
"Do you remember this gentleman?"
He suddenly thought that Selina should have been led into this underground trading market by Hainas Vanseert, and Elizabeth also learned about "The Dragon Bar" along with her. So, would the gentleman on the portrait, who had a certain connection with Hainas Vanseert, have also come here before?
Swain looked carefully and answered affirmatively:
"I remember him. He asked me if he could get any literature and items related to the Hornachius Peak."
Literature and items related to the Hornachius Peak? Klein was stunned for a moment and suddenly recalled another matter:
When he borrowed the journals and magazines related to the Hornachius Peak at the Deville Library, the administrator casually mentioned that someone had just returned them, so he remembered it very clearly and didn't need to check the cards to confirm their existence.
Could it be that the person who borrowed those journals and magazines before me was this gentleman on the portrait?
The gentleman who witnessed the transaction process of Antigonus' notes?