"Without my permission, one must not recite my name." ...
Several minutes after the party ended, Audrey and Alger, returning to their own bedrooms and the captain's quarters, still seemed to hear the Fool's words echoing in their ears.
In their minds, the mysterious and powerful Fool, Mr. Fool, was either relaxed and at ease, or calm and indifferent, or difficult to fathom. He rarely showed this solemn and domineering attitude.
And precisely because of this, the two of them were especially frightened and sincerely willing to obey:
Such similar styles of speech were not unfamiliar to them, but they were all recorded in "The Revelation of the Night" and "The Book of the Storms"! ......
The western district of Tinggen City, Narcissus Street.
Klein opened the curtains, allowing the golden sunlight to enter the bedroom.
After Justice and the Hangman left, he examined that "star" that emitted prayers once more, but this time he didn't receive any information.
Based on the fact that the deep red "star" has the function of preserving prayers and being similar to offline messages, Klein believed that during the intervals of his last two entries above the fog, the young boy who spoke the giant language had not prayed again.
This made him suspect that the parents of the other party might be beyond saving, so he chose to give up...
Facing away from the sunlight, Klein walked to the bed, then plopped down with a thud, not wanting to move at all.
He knew he should hurry to the Divination Club to continue digesting the process, but still didn't want to move, just wanting to lie quietly and enjoy the rare rest day.
From Tuesday to Friday, his daily schedule was very full. The morning was for mysticism courses and corresponding practices, the afternoon was for shooting training and combat practice. He was so tired that he had no energy in the evening. On Saturday, the morning remained the same, and the afternoon began the shift to check the Chansim Gate. Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating were all underground, and it would continue until Sunday morning.
Sunday morning belonged to Klein's nap time. In the afternoon, he decided whether to go to the Divination Club depending on the situation. On Monday morning, he had just visited the Hoy University, and in the afternoon, he had to convene the Tarot Club members and also had to consider the matter of playing the role of a diviner. In short, he was busy all week and had no chance for rest and relaxation.
So, at this moment, Klein just wanted to be decadent for once, like a salted fish, staying at home, doing nothing and not wanting to think, just purely daydreaming.
"No, as the boss of the 'cult' organization, how could I be so depressed? If Justice Miss and the Hangman Mr. knew about this, their worldviews would be shattered..." Klein buried his face in the blanket and encouraged himself.
"I have the recipe for the Clown Potion, just waiting for the Diviner Potion to be completely digested... I have the recipe for the Clown Potion, just waiting for the Diviner Potion to be completely digested..."
He muttered to himself a few words, then suddenly turned over and sat up.
He took out a yellow copper coin from his pocket and quickly divined whether it was suitable to go to the club today, and got a positive answer.
"Five, four, three, two, one!"
After the countdown, he forced himself to stand straight and walked towards the closet, taking off the tailcoat and the half-high silk hat. ......
Hales Street, in the meeting room of the Divination Club.
Klein was sitting in a shady corner, drinking Siobert's black tea and flipping through the "Tingen City Honest People's Newspaper". There were very few members around him, only about six or seven.
Just as he was laughing at the incorrect grammar in an employment advertisement, Grasiss, wearing a monocle and holding a silk hat, walked in, followed by a woman in a blue stand-up skirt in her thirties.
The woman had curved eyebrows and large eyes that were not very expressive. Her left hand was tightly holding a black velvet Inthis hat filled with feathers, resembling a helmet.
This hat was really exaggerated. Isn't it tiring to wear it on the neck? Klein noticed this and looked over, pinching his brows as if to relieve fatigue.
In his clairvoyance, Grasiss and the woman with green eyes were physically healthy but emotionally anxious, angry and panicked.
"Good afternoon, Grasiss. That Mr. Lanurus is indeed not trustworthy, right?" Klein did not stand up and asked with a slight smile.
Last time, Grasiss, who had just recovered from lung disease, had consulted him about an investment in Lanurus Steel Company and received a bad and unadvisable result.
But seeing the other's indecision, Klein thought he was likely to choose to take the risk, at most not putting all his money on it. So, seeing the color of his mood now, he immediately made an association and made a judgment.
Grasiss was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile:
"I really regret not following your divination advice. Ha, this is the second time I say this. Hope, no, I firmly believe there won't be a third time."
He turned his head and said to the woman with a few crow's feet at the corners of her eyes:
"Ms. Christina, look, we haven't even spoken yet, but Mr. Moretti already knows our purpose. He is the most magical diviner I have ever seen. I prefer to call him a diviner."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. We are here because of the matter of Lanurus."
The woman named Christina gave a simple bow and seemed a bit flustered and anxious.
"We are going to the Yellow Crystal Room?" Grasiss was relatively calm and pointed to the door of the meeting room with his chin.
Klein smiled and stood up:
"This is a diviner's job."
He walked along the corridor to the door and entered the empty Yellow Crystal Room.
Grasiss locked the wooden door, walked towards the seat, and sighed:
"Lanurus is missing. He used the excuse to go to the West Vellas County to supervise the mining of minerals and left Tingen. He never returned. We sent people to search by steam train, but found that the so-called high-quality large iron mine he mentioned only existed on the drawings. What makes me feel fortunate is that I thought of your divination advice, and in the end, I only invested one-third of the original amount. Otherwise, I would have lost my family and my life."
Klein looked at the two of them with deeper eyes than usual, and curiously asked:
"After making such a major investment decision, shouldn't you select representatives to go to the Horanches Mountains in the West Vellas County to verify it in person?"
Christina answered quickly with a fast speech:
"Our representatives were deceived. Deceived by the personnel hired by Lanurus temporarily, the rented place, and the temporarily enclosed land."
Klein did not ask any more questions and maintained the posture of a diviner:
"What do you hope to divine?"
"I want to divine if this matter can be salvaged," Christina looked at Grasiss and began to speak.
Klein took the paper and the pen:
"Let's do a horoscope divination. I ask, and you answer."
During the question and answer, Klein marked the Thunder constellation at the corresponding position, and marked various symbolic symbols for various situations, completing the event horoscope.
Compared with the horoscope divination of ordinary people, he used more elements and interpreted the method closer to reality. "Madam, sir, you are now at a crossroads. If you are greedy, panicked, and lack self-control, you will sink further into the abyss and be unable to escape, but if you can be patient, wait, persist, and no longer be greedy, a turning point will come and you will see the sunlight..." Klein spoke at a moderate pace.
"I understand," Christina slowly nodded and thought for a moment, "Mr. Moretti, can you divine the whereabouts of Lanrus?"
"No, I'm afraid that's not possible. Lanrus's records are likely fake, and even his name might not be real. How can I divine? Unless you can obtain very detailed and true information about him, or provide his personal belongings. "Klein replied truthfully.
Christina was silent for a while and then took a 1-sulzer note and pushed it to Klein:
"I heard from Grasiss that you are a true diviner who reveres fate and does not seek money. The rest is a tip for the club."
"Thank you for giving me confidence."
She stood up, politely said goodbye, and left quickly.
Not seeking money... No, I'm vulgar! Klein felt a bit regretful for pretending to be a charlatan before.
Watching Christina leave, Grasiss closed the door and turned back to ask:
"Is there really no way?"
"The one I just said is the solution." Klein smiled and leaned back.
"Ah..." Grasiss sighed and said, "Lanrus took more than 10,000 pounds of money, and over 100 people were victims. Fortunately, I only lost 50 pounds, only losing my savings, not debts. And Ms. Christina invested 150 pounds. For her, this is not an amount that can be easily borne."
"Have you called the police?" When Klein heard the figure of 10,000 pounds, he suddenly felt full of indignation towards that fraudster.
Such an amount, even in Beckland, could make one a millionaire.
Just looking for the person, I wonder if the police will ask the night watchman, the punisher, or the mechanical heart for help... Klein thought expansively.
Grasiss nodded seriously and said:
"We have called the police, and the police are very serious about it. After discussion, we are willing to take a portion of the recovered money as a reward. Whoever can provide any clues about Lanrus's whereabouts, once verified and proven effective, can receive a 10-pound reward. If they can provide exact hiding information and help the police catch Lanrus, they can receive 100 pounds of cash!"
10 pounds for clues? 100 pounds for catching Lanrus? Klein almost had his eyes shining with excitement, his breathing heavy.
At this moment, he was worried about the source of the subsequent detective expenses:
This week's extra salary of 3 pounds plus the remaining private money would just be enough to cover the second payment, but if that Detective Henry could complete two commissions next week, his extra weekly salary would be a bit insufficient for the balance, a few shillings short. Of course, this is on the premise that there are no other places where he needs the private money during this period.
Perhaps we can get Lanrus's personal belongings from the police, but if he really left Tingen, it would be of no use... Klein was at once hopeful and sighing.
For the next half an hour, because of Angelica's recommendation, two more people came to Klein for "consultation". One was to divine for a child who was just one year old. Klein directly drew the birth chart and convinced the other party. He was very satisfied.
The other was to look for items. Klein used Tarot divination combined with dream divination to give him a general range. This made him very surprised because he had never seen a diviner who provided such precise information.
"Perhaps just by giving divinations, you can gather the missing part of the balance." With the tip, Klein put on his hat, held his cane, and thought as he walked towards the club entrance.
Just then, he saw the previous Ms. Christina come in again, accompanied by a young girl wearing a lotus-shaped hat.
When Christina saw Klein, she immediately came over and lowered her voice to ask:
"Mr. Moretti, you said earlier that if there were any items related to Lanrus, we could try to divine his whereabouts?"
"That's correct," Klein nodded.
Christina took a breath and asked in a low voice:
"Then are his children considered related items?"
Ah? Klein was momentarily at a loss for words.