The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 82's

Various colors appeared as auras and entered Klein's eyes. He casually studied the condition of Sir Deweyville.

He was very healthy; there were almost no hidden problems. In the midst of ignorance, there is weakness.His mental condition is weak? She having trouble sleeping well? But the purple aura in his head was fine. Klein muttered inwardly to himself as Sir Deweyville walked away and left the library.

Pulling back his gaze, Klein pinched his forehead and sighed deeply.

Being a tycoon is not easy…

He did not pay too much attention to the matter and returned his gaze to the issue of the journal in front of him.

Klein did not find many clues after reading one by one. He could only confirm a few things.

First, there was an ancient kingdom in the Hornacis mountains, as well as its surroundings. The history of the ancient kingdom dates back at least 1500 years. Secondly, their architectural style is mainly about being grand. They left behind all sorts of murals and from those murals, it can be concluded that they believed that Evernight would protect loved ones who had died. Finally, in the ruins, there were symbols representing Evernight everywhere, but they were clearly different from the Evernight Holy Emblem.

"If I had the chance, not— even if I had the chance, I would never go there!" Klein muttered with gritted teeth. He vowed not to judge death.

After tidying up the journal article and returning it to its original place, he put on his hat, lifted his cane, and left the Deweyville library.

…

Divination Club.

Bogda looked at the beautiful woman in charge of receiving guests and said, "i want to have a prophecy."

Angelica smiled politely and said, "Do you have a choice fortune teller? Or do you want to flip through our introductory guide and choose the one that suits you best?"

Bogda pressed down on the right side of his stomach and gasped silently as he said, "i want Mr. Klein Moretti divine for me."

"But Mr. Moretti wasn't here today" Angelica replied uncertainly.

Bogda was silent for a moment as he walked a few steps and asked, "When Mr. Moretti around?"

"Nobody knows. He has his own business. From what I see, he usually comes here on Monday afternoons" Angelica said as she pondered the matter.

"Good." Bogda's face darkened as he turned around, planning to leave.

"Sir, you can choose other clairvoyants as well. For example, you could choose the famous Mr. Hanass Vincent in Tingen City," Angelica tried her best to prevent business losses.

Bogda paused his steps and considered it for a moment before saying, "No, I only believe in Mr. Morettis. Can I wait here for a minute? Maybe he'll come after he's done with his business."

"No problem" Angelica said with a warm smile.

Bogda went to the couch and sat down. Sometimes he stroked his staff; other times he looked out the window, clearly looking rather impatient.

Seconds change minutes. As Bogda's thoughts were muddled, unsure whether he should continue waiting or leave, he heard the beautiful woman exclaim in surprise, "Good day, Mr. Moretti!"

Klein looked at the familiar Angelica and was just about to ask why it had always been him. Does he not need to rest or take a day off?

However, he immediately considered that he was an Astrologer, so it was inappropriate for him to ask such a question. Instead, he had to use a deceitful tone and say something like: "How great is destiny forcing us to meet once again, Lady Angelica."

Uh, does this sound like I hit him? Klein's thoughts turned around as he finally replied with a smile, "Good day, Miss Angelica."

"A customer wants to hire you for a forecast." Angelica pointed to Bogda who hurriedly stood up from the sofa.

Someone really asked me? Klein took off half his hat in a pleasant surprise, pinching his glabella twice while doing so.

"Good day, Mr. .." He turned his head when his voice suddenly stopped.

In his Spirit Vision, he saw the heart of the supplicant appear dim. It's almost black. It made his entire body unbalanced as his aura was thin in various places.

Klein considered his words and he said with a serious expression, "Master, you should go see a doctor and not look for a prophecy."

Bogda stood stunned on the spot as he immediately gave a pleasant surprised expression as he muttered, "How enchanting …"

"Anna didn't lie to me …"

…

He hurriedly looked at Klein earnestly.

"Mrs. Moretti, I've seen a doctor and may have to have surgery. However, I was afraid of the operation.I wanted to guess the result."

The operation of this era was completely fraught with danger.Although Emperor Roselle had given a boost, this era still lacked most of the necessary technology. Klein did not reject his request and nodded slightly.

"The cost of my prophecy is eight pence. Is that okay?"

"Eight cents?" Bogda exclaimed in shock. "You only charge eight pence?"

According to Anna's description, and the show Mr. just showed. Moretti to me, I'm willing to pay at least a pound!

Have you ever heard of a small margin with a large volume? Klein felt embarrassed for a moment. After thinking for a few seconds, he calmly smiled and replied, "Enoughly endowed with the ability to receive revelation from the divine and catch a glimpse of fate. Therefore, we must maintain humility and suppress our greed. Only by doing so, can we continue to be given our gifts."

"You are a true seer." Bogda held onto his chest and bowed, his tone filled with sincerity.

After receiving Bogda's praise and trust, Klein's spirituality seemed relaxed. As for the description of the "principle" - he, it also gave him some new insights.

"Miss Angelica, is Topaz available?" He looked at the beautiful woman beside him.

Angelica sighed in relief for Bogda as she smiled sweetly.

"Yes." Yeah."

After entering the divination room, Klein instructed Bogda to lock the door. Then, he sat behind the table and pinched his forehead.

"Should we use tarot cards for divination?" he asked with a smile.

"I'll give it to you." Bogda doesn't mind.

Hence, Klein helped him shuffle and cut the deck before putting it in the Intis formation.

Thanks to his uniqueness as an Astrologer, Klein did not flip another card. Instead, he directly flipped the cards showing the final result.

"The reverse Fortune Wheel. Things are going to get worse" he said solemnly as he glanced.

The color on Bogda's face instantly dried up and his lips trembled.

"Is it without hope?"

As Klein tried his best to think of a solution, he said, "Let me try a different method of divination. Please leave your ring. Next, write your date of birth on this piece of paper. Then, please wait outside quietly."

Influenced by her gentle and soothing tone, Bogda calmed down and followed the instructions by writing down the information and leaving her ring.

As he watched Bogda leave, Klein wrote a sentence on a piece of paper.

"The results of Bogda Jones' operation."

He took out a ring and slip paper and leaned into his chair before using the dream divination technique.

In a hazy and distorted world, he gradually found himself, only to see the man faint with a pale expression. He was covered in a white cloth as he was pushed out of the vibrating operating room.

This time, Klein did not find anything strange. He no longer felt watched, so he immediately woke up. He knit his brows tightly as he considered how he would tell Bogda about the result.

The operation might cause death.I could try the restorative ritual magic I learned today. Besides, I had to ask the Captain's approval first. Yes, and I might not be able to treat such a severe illness. Klein racked his brain when he suddenly thought of something.

"Lung disease Mr. Glacis treated by a pharmacist. He said that the medicine was very magic? Right, Lawson Darkwade, 18 Vlad Street in the East Borough. Lawson Folk Potion Shop!" As he tried his best to recall the address back then, Klein quickly recalled the details.

He tapped on the corner of the table and quickly made a decision.

After using Spirit Dowsing to quickly determine if it was a good or bad idea, Klein walked out the door. When she saw Bogda standing in confusion, she returned her ring to him and said warmly with a smile, "I found hope for you."

"Thank you?" Bogda asked in surprise.

Klein did not answer him as he continued to speak.

"Your hope is in the East Borough, on Vlad Street. It's related to Lawson's singular term."

"If you can't find it, come back here again on Monday at four in the afternoon."

"Good." Bogda nodded as he repeated himself. He excitedly took out his wallet and took out five cents and three cents.

He had done according to what Klein had said, without using a tip to damage a true seer.

The corner of Klein's lips twitched as he received the money, but he smiled brightly.

"i hope you will find hope as soon as possible."

After Bogda left, he handed over the commission as before and also gave a tip to Angelica, pretending as if she had collected soli.

…

east kelurahan. Vlad Street.

Bogda walked from one end of the road to the other, repeating it three times until his heart began to hurt.

Eventually, he decided that there was only one place that had anything to do with Lawson on the street. It was Lawson's Folk Potion Shop, numbered 18 on the street.

Gathering his courage, he walked in and smelled various plants. He noticed that the shopkeeper had black hair but was very short. His face was round and he looked to be in his thirties or forties.

His boss' formal attire was similar to that of a village shaman. It was a pitch-black robe embroidered with all kinds of strange symbols.

"Hello, do you have any medicine that can treat my illness?" Bogda asked politely.

The boss lifted his head and swept his blue eyes at Bogda and smiled.

"Your liver disease is very serious, but the premise of everything is whether you have money. Do you have enough money to pay for the cure?"

She can tell? Bogda suddenly felt much more confident as he nodded in panic.

"How much medicine are you?"

"Ten pounds. That's a very reasonable price." The boss took out a bag of herbs from under the table and said, "Add enough water and boil it into medicine. After boiling, add ten drops of fresh chicken blood, then drink immediately. This herbal bag can be cooked three times. You'll be fine after three times."

As he spoke, he opened the yellowish-brown paper and threw out all sorts of strange herbs.

It sounded very shady. Bogda gulped down his saliva and said, "Only that?"

The boss looked at him and immediately smiled.

"Do you still want something else? What about this bag? After you recover from your liver disease, I can give you assurance that your wife will be very satisfied."

He chuckled as he took out a bag of black paper herbs and suppressed his voice.

"There is mummy powder in it. Believe me, many nobles consume this item. They put it in tea or boil it as soup."

… Bogda's confidence in the boss wavers until he feels disgusted.

I believe in Mr. He took a deep breath, took out his wallet, and took out the two largest banknotes from the rest of his gold coins.