Divination Club.
Bogda looked at the beautiful lady in charge of receiving guests and said, "I'd like to have a divination."
Angelica smiled politely and said, "Do you have a preferred fortune-teller? Or would you like to flip through our introduction guide and choose the one that's most suitable for you?"
Bogda pressed the right side of his abdomen and gasped silently for breath while saying, "I wish to have Mr. Klein Moretti divine for me."
"But Mr. Moretti is not here today," Angelica answered with uncertainty.
Bogda fell silent for a moment as he paced a few steps and asked, "When will Mr. Moretti be available?"
"No one knows. He has his own matters to deal with. From what I've seen, he usually comes here on Monday afternoons," Angelica said as she pondered over the matter.
"Alright." Bogda's face darkened as he turned around, planning to leave.
"Sir, you can choose other fortune-tellers as well. For example, you can choose Mr. Hanass Vincent who is famous in Tingen City," Angelica tried her best to prevent the loss of business.
Bogda stopped in his tracks and considered it for a moment before saying, "No, I only trust Mr. Moretti. Well, can I wait here for a moment? Perhaps he might come after he's done with his matters."
"No problem," Angelica said with a warm smile.
Bogda went to the sofa and sat down. Sometimes he stroked his cane; at other times he looked out the window, clearly looking rather impatient.
Seconds turned to minutes. Just as Bogda's mind was in a mess, unsure if he should continue waiting or leave, he heard the beautiful lady exclaim in pleasant surprise, "Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!"
Klein saw the familiar Angelica and was just about to ask why it was always her. Did she not need to rest or take any days off?
However, he immediately took into consideration that he was a Seer, so it was not appropriate for him to ask such questions. Instead, he had to use the tone of a charlatan and say something like: "How marvelous it is for fate to compel us to meet once again, Madam Angelica."
Uh, would this sound like I'm hitting on her? Klein's mind whirled as he finally replied with a smile, "Good afternoon, Madam Angelica."
"A customer wishes to hire you for a divination." Angelica pointed to Bogda who had hurriedly stood up from the sofa.
Someone actually requested for me? Klein took off his half top hat in pleasant surprise, pinching his glabella twice while doing so.
"Good afternoon, Sir..." He looked over when his voice suddenly came to a pause.
In his Spirit Vision, he saw the requester's liver looking dim. It was nearly black in color. It was making the rest of his body unbalanced as his aura was thin in various places.
Klein deliberated over his words and he said in a serious expression, "Sir, you should see a doctor and not seek a divination."
Bogda stood stunned on the spot as he immediately gave a pleasant look of surprise while muttering, "How fascinating..."
"Anna wasn't lying to me..."
...
He hurriedly looked up at Klein in earnest.
"Mr. Moretti, I've already seen a doctor and might have to undergo surgery. However, I'm frightened about the surgery. I would like to divine the outcome."
The surgery of this era is really fraught with danger... Although Emperor Roselle had given the impetus, this era still lacks most of the necessary technology... Klein didn't reject his request and nodded slightly.
"My divination fee is eight pence. Is that fine?"
"Eight pence?" Bogda exclaimed in surprise. "You're only charging eight pence?"
According to Anna's description, and the performance Mr. Moretti had just shown me, I'm willing to pay at least a pound!
Haven't you heard of small margins with large volume? Klein was embarrassed for a moment. After thinking for a few seconds, he calmly smiled and replied, "It is enough just being blessed with the ability to receive revelations from the divine and catch a glimpse of fate. Therefore, we must maintain our humility and suppress our greed. Only by doing so, can we continue being bestowed with our gifts."
"You are a true seer." Bogda held his chest and bowed, his tone filled with sincerity.
Upon receiving Bogda's praise and trust, Klein's spirituality seemed to relax. As for the description of his "principles", it also gave him some new insight.
"Miss. Angelica, is Topaz available?" He turned to the beautiful lady beside him.
Angelica heaved a sigh of relief for Bogda as she smiled sweetly.
"Yes."
After entering the divination room, Klein instructed Bogda to lock the door. Then, he sat behind the table and pinched his forehead.
"Shall we use tarot cards for the divination?" he inquired with a smile.
"Spirit Dowsing" was only suitable to determine matters related to him. As for drawing an astrolabe, it was too time consuming.
"I'll leave it up to you." Bogda had no objections.
Therefore, Klein helped him shuffle and cut the deck before laying them out in an Intis formation.
Thanks to his uniqueness as a Seer, Klein did not flip the other cards. Instead, he directly flipped the card that indicated the final result.
"A reversed Wheel of Fortune. Things will develop badly." he said solemnly as he shot a glance.
The color in Bogda's face drained instantly and his lips trembled.
"Is it hopeless?"
As Klein tried his best to think of a solution, he said, "Let me try a different divination method. Please leave your ring behind. Next, write your date of birth on this piece of paper. Then, please wait outside quietly."
Influenced by his gentle and comforting tone, Bogda calmed down and followed the instructions by writing down the information and leaving his ring behind.
As he watched Bogda leave, Klein wrote a sentence on the piece of paper.
"Outcome of Bogda Jones's surgery."
He picked up the ring and paper slip and leaned back into his seat before using a dream divination technique.
In a blurry and distorted world, he gradually found himself, only to see the gentleman collapse with an ashen expression. He was covered in white cloth as he was pushed out of the quaking operating room.
This time, Klein didn't encounter anything strange. He no longer felt the sense of being watched, so he quickly woke up. He knitted his brows tightly as he considered how he was going to inform Bogda about the outcome.
The surgery may very well lead to death... I can try the restorative ritualistic magic I learned today... but that would expose the matter of Beyonders. Besides, I have to apply for Captain's approval first... Yeah, and I might not be able to treat such a severe disease... Klein was racking his brains when he suddenly thought of something.
"Mr. Glacis's lung disease was treated by an apothecary. He said that the medicine was extremely miraculous... What was it? Right, Lawson Darkwade, 18 Vlad Street in East Borough. Lawson's Folk Herb Store!" As he tried his best to memorize the address back then, Klein quickly remembered the details.
However, the moment he used Spirit Dowsing to quickly determine if it was a good or bad idea, Klein saw a different scene.
From there, he saw the store, that no longer had the owner, Mr. Darkwade as he thought. He was replaced by a handsome man, unfamiliar to him. Then the next was the result of Bogda's consultation, it ended his suffering very early.
Klein woke up. He was clearly perplexed by this revelation. His mind whirred with apprehensions.
Who is that man behind the counter? Did Lawson left? He fell into another issue.
In the past, he had divined this person after hearing Mr. Glacis speak of him. His image of him is still strong so it was certain that whoever the man he saw is not Lawson Darkwade. And because of Ms. Roy, he suspect that this person is also an Apothecary.
"Ms. Roy!" Klein exclaimed at the realization.
She was his department's beyonder of the Apothecary pathway. Ms. Roy may not exhibit it clearly before but because of the Holy Cathedral's Archbishop Cristet Cesimir, they discovered that she's a beyonder.
He rapped the corners of the table and quickly made a decision.
After using Spirit Dowsing again, Klein finally walked out the door. When he saw Bogda stand up in a fluster, he returned his ring to him and said warmly with a smile, "I found hope for you."
"Really?" Bogda asked pleasantly surprised.
Klein did not reply him as he continued talking.
"Your hope lies... In Blackthorn Security Company, at 36 Zouteland Street tomorrow. It's related to the term Roy."
"Commission them and say, 'I wish to seek help for my condition'. They will gladly help."
"Good. Good." Bogda nodded as he repeated himself. He excitedly fished out his wallet and produced five pence and three pennies.
He had done according to what Klein had said, without using tips to corrupt a true seer.
The corners of Klein's lips twitched as he received the money, but he smiled brilliantly.
"I hope for your recovery."
After Bogda left, he handed over the commission like the previous time and also gave Angelica tips, pretending as though he had collected a soli.
...
Klein returned to his seat at the meeting room. Ready for this month's lecture of a famous fortune-teller the club had invited.
As he enjoys his Sibe Black tea, a few thoughts surfaced in his mind.
Speaking of Ms. Roy... I have already hinted captain about her. His suggestion to quickly finish her studies and stay as much as possible in the company must be one of his measures to protect her and everyone else...
"I will have to confirm if this destiny shifted", muttered Klein indiscernibly.
"And so, it became how astronomers now refer as the Silver Star as it was the major star in the Constellation of the Goddess..."
Glacis noticed Klein's behavior for the side, snickered in and said, "Are you alright Mr. Moretti? Feeling discomfort or anything? I tell you, listening to these lectures have greatly improved my ability to divine."
Klein recovered from his thoughts and looked back at Glacis with a smile, "Lectures give us general knowledge over these matters. What you're experiencing is the fruit, perhaps one day you'll be just as a true Seer as you're viewing me."
...
36 Zouteland Street. Morning.
Selina, in her formal outfit, arrived at the civilian staff room. Her lethargy can be seen from the lacked luster of her face.
Seated beside her was Seeka Tron, who returned after finishing her patrol over the Western Indus District. Now resumed her draft for the next newspaper promotions.
Amid her effort, she noticed Selina, gazing blankly as she hold a few piece of paper, pertaining the documents Old Neil had given onto her palm.
"You seem tired, Ms. Roy. Did you get good sleep?" asked Seeka with concern as she withdrew her drafts.
Selina's mood transitioned. She replied with light-hearted tone, "I'm fine."
It's just that those three repetitive thirty laps, three fifteen stretches, thirty minute sparring felt very lightweight... It's dreadful that there were no rankings to tell apart the time it took me to finish them...
While criticizing herself, she shook her head gently and returned to her documents with an empty mind.
"Well, your face says it otherwise. You're very beautiful Ms. Roy, even I had to commend, please take good care of yourself or I won't have anyone else to share my novel ideas with", said Seeka casually.
Selina's face softened, "I will."
"Anyway, here's the continuation. Tomorrow will be another batch of newspapers will be mass produced by the Printing Agencies in Tingen City's Industrial Manufacturers. I plan to submit my work for a possible promotion in the articles."
Selina received a few notes from Seeka Tron.
At that moment. Rozanne, with his curled brown hair, pulled the door open to the staff room from the outside and told everyone, "There's a commission!"