The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 95's

"A prayer?"

Klein's mind moved as he used the same method he used when he was spying on The Hanged Man. He let his spirituality spread outwards and touched the red blob.

A hazy and contorted image appeared in his view. She could faintly see a blonde teenager kneeling on the ground, facing a pure crystal ball.

The teenager was wearing tight black clothes, in a style very different from the contemporary style of the Loen Kingdom. It was more in line with the traditional attire of the Feysac Empire and the Core Republic that Klein saw from reading the magazine.

The area around the teenager was dark and had old furniture. From time to time, the room would be illuminated, but Klein could not hear the roar of thunder or the speck of rain.

In the picture, the teenager puts his hand on his forehead, his fingers crossed. He leaned forward, constantly praying for something. His thick accents buzzed in Klein's ears.

Klein listened attentively but found the facts awkward.

He could not understand what the other party was saying. It was a language he had never encountered in his life!

…To think that I could not understand a foreign language even though I was the mysterious ruler of this world above the gray fog. Klein laughed self-deprecatingly. He angrily tried to listen once more in a more attentive manner than when he had to do an English listening comprehension test on Earth.

As he listened to the prayer, he gradually discovered something.

Although he had never learned the language the young man used, he discovered that it had something in common with Ancient Feysac!

Dad... Mom... Maybe that's the meaning of both terms, right? It was very similar to Ancient Feysac, but not without its difference. Klein furrowed his brows and thought hard. Ancient Feysac was a common language in the Fourth Age. It is also the root language of all contemporary languages of this era. Besides, it's still developing…

He listened to it over and over again, eliminating the possibility of it becoming a modern language like Loen, Feysac, or Intis.

Could it be an Ancient Feysac dialect? Like the language used in the Antigonus family diary? Klein tapped his finger on the edge of the bronze table and nodded indiscriminately. There's another possibility. Ancient Feysac did not just appear, it was an evolution of Jotun, the language of the Giants.The Feysac Empire in the north always claimed that its people had a Giant bloodline. Perhaps, this is ancient Jotun.

At this point, Klein, who had no knowledge, could only stop. He retracted his spirituality, without seeing or listening to the scene.

He had no intention of immediately pulling the praying teenager over the fog. He wanted to know what the young man was talking about first.

Of course, before that, he would have to observe it often and do a basic 'test.

Phew. Klein sighed as he leaned back in his chair.

He enveloped himself with his spirituality and simulated the feeling of falling.

…

After "revisioning" Roselle's diary, Klein changed into formal attire and went to the Divination Club.

She took public transport despite her salary rising, but she splurged to support Mrs Wendy's business. He spent 1.5 pence to buy iced tea to fight the heat of the afternoon.

When he arrived at Howes Street, Klein threw an empty cup into the trash can and walked to the second floor.

Before entering the building, he clamped down on his glabella and activated his Spirit Vision.

Klein had just entered the hall when he felt a faint and prolonged sadness.

The beautiful receptionist Angelica was sitting there; her slightly red eyes seemed unfocused.

"Sadness will pass in time," Klein said in a soft and firm tone as he walked towards Angelica.

Angelica suddenly looked up and muttered, clearly confused, "Mr. Morett…"

He quickly regained his senses and asked, agitated, "W-You already know about Mr Vincent?

"Oh right, I forgot that you're an amazing fortune teller."

Klein sighed appropriately.

"i only managed to guess a very rough outline of what happened... What really happened to Mr. Vincent?"

"The boss told us that Mr. Vincent had a heart attack in his sleep and left this world in peace." Angelica cried as she said, "He is very friendly, very polite, a real man. He was the spiritual mentor of so many of our members. D-he's very young…"

"i'm sorry for bringing up this sad topic." Klein did not comfort him any further. He walked towards the meeting room slowly.

Angelica took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes and nose. He then looked at Klein's back and asked loudly, "Mr Moretti, what do you want to drink?"

"Black tea." Klein prefers black tea over coffee, though he finds the average black tea.

In comparison, he prefers ginger beer and sweet iced tea. But as a man, it was not right for him to act like a child in a formal atmosphere …

Since it was Monday, there were only five or six members in the meeting room. Using his Spirit Sight, Klein saw that they each had a different color of emotion. Some grieve, some are more boring, some are relatively unaffected.

He would disable his Spirit Vision when he saw Angelica enter and walk towards him.

"Sir Moretti, there are customers looking for you. Well, that's the man from last time," the beautiful woman said in a whispering tone.

"You still remember that?" Klein asked with a smile.

Hmm, I wonder if she bought the magic medicine as I instructed .. I wonder if she still needs surgery …

Angelica closed her mouth and said, "He is the only person who is willing to wait all afternoon at the club for a prophecy."

Klein grabbed his wand and stood up. He walked out without saying anything.

In the reception area, he found the person who was looking for his services the other day. He also noticed that the aura near his heart had regained its normal color. His overall health also improved.

"Congratulations, the feeling of well-being is incredible." Klein smiled as he extended a hand.

Bogda was first startled before he immediately stretched out his two hands. He grabbed Klein's right palm tightly.

"Mr Moretti, you can really 'see' my condition!

"Yes, I have fully recovered! The doctors repeatedly asked me, doing tests repeatedly on me, but they couldn't believe that I was cured!"

After hearing Bogda's ecstatic description, Klein calmly confirmed one thing the — pharmacists at Lawson People's Potion Shop were definitely Beyonder!

He had seen how severe the man's liver disease was. Healing him completely within the span of a few days was beyond his herbal ability and medical ability. The only possible explanation is about Beyonder!

Coupled with the incident with Glacis, there was only one answer.

"i must repent to the gods. To think that I would suspect you, suspect the witch doctor." Bogda refused to let go of Klein's hand. He went on about his shame and gratitude, "the ten pounds really cost him money well. It bought my life back!"

Whahuh? Ten pounds? you spent ten pounds on magic medicine? And you only gave me eight pence for my prophecy. Only eight pence.

At this moment, Bogda let go of his hand as he took a step back while beaming. He bowed respectfully and said, "i'm here today to express my gratitude. Thank you, Master Moretti, you showed me the way and saved my life.

"This is the result of you paying to have something foreseen.you don't have to thank anyone." Klein raised his head slightly and looked at the gap between the wall and the ceiling. His answer fully revealed the vibe of a con man.

"You are a true seer" said Bogda. "Next, I'll head to Vlad Street to thank the pharmacist and buy the medicine he recommended."

"Aren't you recovered?" Klein expertly hid the shock in his voice.

Bogda looked around, and laughed as he made sure that the receptionist did not notice them. He chuckled softly and said, "The doctor mentioned an herbal concoction containing mummy powder. This is a prescription that will satisfy both men and women .. I didn't trust doctors back then, but I have no doubt now. ."

…There is such a recipe? Klein suddenly felt that the apothecary was cheating, and suspected that he had pushed the person in front of him into a fiery pit of doom.

He observed Bogda and made sure that there was no problem with his aura.

"Mummy shack?" Klein carefully asked.

"Yes, the mummy powder.I had asked a friend, he said that even the Backlund nobles were madly looking for such an item. It is a powder made by grinding mummies that gives a man peak performance in bed. Although it was disgusting and sounded dirty. , it was actually a material used by nobles ..." Bogda gave a detailed description. He had a strong desire in his eyes.

a mummy? A mummy made of corpses? Then grind it into powder? Klein. He almost vomited in front of Bogda.

The nobles were completely hardcore.Just as he was about to advise Bogda not to do so, Glacis, who had previously suffered from lung disease, stepped in the door and heard Bogda's description.

"Yes, this is very effective.I suggest you go to the Lawson Folk Potion Shop on Vlad Street. Mr. Lawson's secret recipe is very effective!" Glacis took off his glasses and bowed with interest. He recommended in a soft tone, "My experience is very, very, very perfect."

"You know too? I was just about to go to Mr. Folk Potion Shop. Lawson." Bogda's worries disappeared altogether.

After a short conversation, he left the Divination Club in a hurry.

Until then, Klein was still a little dumbfounded.

He waited until twenty-five in the afternoon before putting on his hat and taking his black stick. He boarded the train to Vlad Street, intending to observe a pharmacist named Lawson Darkweed before deciding whether or not he should tell the captain.

…

Vlad Street 18.

Klein stood outside the potion shop and looked at the closed door, as well as the subletting notice.

…Men who are quite vigilant.

Since this had happened, he no longer had to be bothered or make any observations.