The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 62's

Before Klein left the house, he took the time to clean his suit and hat with a small brush and handkerchief. Then, he washed his white shirt, replacing it with the same linen shirt with the only cheap coat he had. He then quickly walked out onto the street.

First, Melissa's dress. Then, Benson's suit. Only then can I consider a second suit for myself. Money is never enough. Besides, we need to save money to buy porcelain tableware to receive our guests. Plus, I have to save up to buy various materials related to mysticism… Klein sat on a public train and recorded his financial status at home. The more he counted, the more he shook his head.

He considers it took him at least a year to let himself, his brother, and his sister live as a middle-class family.

Of course, that is without considering promotions and raises.

A public train drove through the streets and stopped opposite the Divination Club on Howes Street.

Klein pressed down on his black hat and jumped off the carriage. He walked along a familiar path and entered the club located on the second floor. She then sees the pretty brunette, Angelica.

There was a hint of swelling redness in his eyes, but he looked very relaxed.

Klein raised his hand to lightly tap on his glabell and carefully examined it. He discovers that the grayish deep within Angelica's emotional color has been deeply diffused. It had been replaced with a white color like sunlight.

After receiving it, Klein walked over, took off his hat, and smiled.

"Mrs Angelica, today's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

Angelica raised her head and was surprised for a moment. He then beamed and said, "You're like Mr. Vincent's cat. You don't make a sound when you walk, do you? You managed to tell? Hehe, I forgot that you are an expert astrologer in face reading. …"

She stopped, then she gently bit her lips before bending over.

"thank you. Thank you for your advice yesterday.I feel much better.I have never been this relaxed, happy, and satisfied in a year."

After hearing him show his sincere gratitude, Klein was infected with the joy and happiness he had. The corner of his lips lifted, and he said, "Happy."

As he spoke, he could feel his spirituality relax and become more lively.

Is this what the fortune teller potion wants? A Seer who can really help investigators? Klein pinched his glabella as if he was thinking before silently knocking twice.

It must be said that he found the act of activating and disabling his Spirit Vision in practice not conspicuous enough. However, the problem was that he had yet to think of a better solution. Since he had just become a Diviner recently, his spiritual had not reached his limit, and the same applied to his mastery. Hence, there did not seem to be many suitable locations for the activation switch for his Spiritual Vision. Glabella is the best choice so far.

When I became a true Diviner after digesting the potion completely, I should have been able to devise a more inconspicuous activation move. Klein nodded unwittingly and walked towards the half-open meeting room.

"Coffee or tea?" Angelica asked in a hurry.

"Desi Coffee." Klein answered. He planned to try out all the drinks that the Divination Club offered.

Then, he noticed there were six or seven members present, but it was not Hanass Vincent who was almost always present.

"Mr Vincent isn't here?" Klein stopped in his tracks and asked a passing question.

Angelica was surprised when she said, "Mr Vincent doesn't come every day. He received an invitation to give a lecture to the divination organization at Enmat Port. Are you looking for him?"

"Not at all. I just want to know. Anyway, I've seen it every time I come here." Klein shook his head while smiling.

Meanwhile, he realized there was a familiar face among the seven members present.

Glacis, who had predicted it before, was present!

Glacis was reading some information on the table with lensed glasses when he suddenly felt someone staring at him. He lifted his head and set his eyes.

A clear joy enveloped his face as he propped himself up with both hands and stood up. He ran towards Klein and stopped in front of him.

"Good day, Mr. Moretti. I wonder if you will come today.

"i heard from Angelica that you're not a doctor, but a fortune teller who reads faces?"

Klein smiled.

"That's not the only thing I'm good at. Mr. Glacis.you no longer seem to be bothered by your illness?"

He pinched his forehead and knocked on his glabella twice. He noticed that the color of Glacis' health had returned to normal.

"Yes, I am very sorry for not taking your advice back then. Fortunately, there was a very amazing pharmacy near where I was. He gave my wife a magic medicine that took me away from death" said Glacis emotionally.

As a member of the Nighthawks quasi, Klein asked because of job interest, "A really amazing pharmacist? A very magical medicine?"

Magical? How's magic? Is it within range of Beyonders?

A folk medicine pharmacist? Klein tapped on his glabella as if he was thinking.

"What's her name? Where does he live? As you know, even an astrologer cannot guarantee that they will be healthy all the time. Maybe, I need to go buy some medicine from him in the future."

Klein learns from his teachers and classmates that the current health system in the world is in a nascent state. There was almost no cure for many illnesses, so magic medicine and magic apothecaries still ruled the market. There is no harm in knowing more, because someday it can be useful.

Glacis answered truthfully, "His name is Lawson Darkwade. He owns a small shop at 18 Vlad Street in East Borough, named Lawson's Folk Herb Store."

"Thank you." Klein remembered it and spoke sincerely.

Glacis turned around and let her sit beside him. At that moment, Angelica came to serve her brewed coffee.

Compared to Southville coffee, Desi coffee is more fragrant, but has a lower flavor.

Glacis hurriedly considered his words when he saw Klein put down his white porcelain cup.

"Mr Moretti, may I request a prophecy from you? I'll pay according to the price you set."

"Eight pence is enough. I'm not going to raise prices all of a sudden." Klein hoped someone would ask for his divination service. "Do you need a divination room?"

"alright. Topaz." Glacis led with more familiarity.

After entering the divination hall and locking the door, Klein sat behind a long table. He asked in a serious voice, "Master Glacis, what do you want the prophecy to be about?"

"i have an investment opportunity, but the amount of money involved is huge. If it fails, me and the family will take a heavy blow.I wonder if it will be a successful investment." Glacis gave the information voluntarily. "i've divined using tarot cards before. Hmm, the prophecy after purifying my soul. The result is pretty good. Yes, I did the interpretation myself, but I did not violate the principles of the symbol."

Klein thought and asked curiously, "It would be great if you could describe the entire situation once more and give me your information again. It would be better if you have the other party's information as well. We're going to do an astrolabe prophecy. "

"Good." Glacis arranged his words and said, "When Lord Lanevus inspected the Hornacis mountain range, he found a gigantic mine rich in high-quality iron ore. He poured all his savings into buying the land and hired a professional company to survey it. The results were encouraging."

“He lacked the funds needed for his next development, so he formed a steel mill company and intended to apply for a loan from the bank using the project. At the same time, he will also issue a suitable number of shares to raise his initial capital.The plan is still in the preparatory stage and promises a fat return."

Klein, who recently read a newspaper and also happens to be a "historical expert", knows that there is a stake in this world. He also knew that the concept of shares was passed down from Emperor Roselle. Yeah, he again.

During the colonization of the Southern Continent, he had founded the Siberon company and successfully solved the country's fiduciary problems by raising funds from the public through the issuance of shares. Thus, it has the first mover advantage of colonization.

As the returns are large, this development continues. For example, there are railroad stocks, mining stocks, steam development stocks, and so on. Some succeed and some fail. Therefore, it catalyzes the formation of organizations such as the Backlund Stock Exchange.

In addition, Emperor Roselle has created national bonds, unit trusts, and other financial products. The former has become the most stable form of investment, with an interest return of four to six percent.

Klein recalled that Benson once said that if he could inherit three thousand pounds, there was no need to work hard anymore. A steady annual interest of about five percent would yield a 150-pound annual fixed income return, roughly equivalent to Klein's current annual income.

This was known as flashy capitalism. Klein sighed and asked cautiously, "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with this? Is Lanevus trustworthy?"

"i've seen the property papers and the inspection reports. There is a local government seal of the Sivellaus and the endorsement of professional companies. Plus, in Mr.'s office. Lanevus has a photo with him with Sir Deweyville and the Mayor." Glacis nodded in response.

Group photo? That doesn't mean anything. Klein, who was born in the information explosion era, has seen too many similar incidents. He didn't buy the story because of that.

However, it did not matter whether he believed it or not. He could only take out a pen and draw an astrolabe that matched the timing and important information Glacis gave him.

After quite some time, Klein pointed to the astrolabe and said, "You should be able to say that this will be a very unsuccessful endeavor. Beneath the fertile surface are cliffs, ravines. My prophetic advice surrounds him, to avoid it. ."

"…" Glacis fell silent, his mouth gaping a few times before he closed it.

A few minutes later, he said with a sad smile, "i will consider it carefully when I return."

After hearing this answer, Klein could only shake his head while sighing. He realized the helplessness of a Seer.

A Seer can only give advice and not make decisions for others.

Just as the two left Topaz's room, Angelica walked over and said, "Mr Moretti, someone wants your prophecy."

When he said that, he added in a whisper, "He didn't ask for my recommendation. He didn't see the album either."

Is my reputation spreading? Klein turned towards the reception hall in confusion.

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