Howers Street, Divination Club.

Klein lowered the half-high silk hat on his head and walked up the stairs towards the door.

He was no longer dressed in his usual formal attire, but in a white shirt with a light vest and a knee-length black windbreaker, which added a bit of toughness to his whole appearance.

This set of combat-friendly clothing only cost him pounds, including the manual allowance for sewing small pockets on the inside. Compared with a tuxedo, it was so cheap that it made him want to cry.

After touching the revolver in the gun pouch under his arm and the small metal bottles in the small pocket inside, Klein took out the portrait and walked into the Divination Club.

Not surprisingly, he saw the beautiful lady Angelica who was in charge of reception.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti, I thought you would come in a few days." Angelica was stunned at first, then she smiled brightly.

Klein took off his hat and sighed softly:

"Good afternoon, Miss Angelica. I had a dream at noon. I dreamed of Mr. Henas Vincent and some things related to him. You know, as a fortune teller, you must not ignore any dream. It may be a revelation from the gods."

Confused by the words full of superstition, Angelica nodded thoughtfully and asked curiously:

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that Heinus Vincent was arguing with this person." Klein handed over the folded paper in his hand.

While Angelica was concentrating on unfolding the portrait, he pinched his brows and looked at her emotional color.

"This person" Angelica looked at the portrait that looked like a photo and fell into deep thought.

In Klein's eyes, her emotional aura was "thinking blue," which was a normal reaction.

"This person," Angelica whispered again, and slowly raised her head and said, "I have seen him."

Klein's spirits perked up, and he immediately asked back:

"when?"

"I can't remember the exact date, but it should have been about a month ago. I saw him escort Mr. Vincent to the door and we were talking in a low voice. I was very impressed by his thick and messy eyebrows and Mr. Vincent's rare smile." Angelica described as she recalled, "Yes, he had gray-blue eyes, and his hair was like most men of his age, not much left."

"Have you seen him before or after that?" Klein asked gently.

Angelica shook her head.

"No, definitely not. I don't even know his name. To be honest, if it wasn't you, I would suspect that the person who took out this portrait was the police investigating Mr. Vincent's death. Oh, I wouldn't be surprised by any revelation you get. You are a real fortune teller."

I'm sorry, I'm just a policeman. Klein complained silently and sighed:

"A true fortune teller will understand his own insignificance and the greatness of fate. We can only see a vague corner and can only get revelations instead of answers. We must always reflect, remain respectful, and interpret carefully. We must not regard ourselves as wise men who have mastered fate."

After summarizing his experiences during this period, Klein suddenly found that his spiritual vision had become clearer. He could even vaguely distinguish some details of the color of Angelica's aura.

At this moment, he was like a myopic patient wearing glasses with the right degree.

My "Fortune Teller" potion is beginning to show obvious signs of digestion? Klein stood there in a daze, not daring to believe it for a moment.

"I didn't expect that a fortune teller like you could still maintain the fear of fate. It's really admirable." Angelica said sincerely.

She had seen too many people in the club who claimed to be able to glimpse the truth and change their destiny as soon as they learned a few divination methods.

Klein retracted his gaze and laughed softly:

“The more you know, the more you realize how insignificant you are.”

While speaking, he reviewed his own state and past experiences, and roughly grasped the essence of "acting method", which is "to behave in accordance with the name of the potion, understand the hidden rules, and strictly demand oneself accordingly."

Only in this way can one adjust the state of body, mind and spirit, get close to the remaining spirit in the potion, and gradually digest it.

Other people's recognition of the identity of "Fortune Teller" is only a superficial factor. The reason why it can make one feel spiritually lighter is because this feedback strengthens one's confirmation of certain divination behaviors, and these behaviors together constitute the "Fortune Teller's Code" that allows the potion to be digested.

"Help others interpret revelations and guide them in a good direction, but at the same time, you must always remain in awe of fate, not be arrogant, and not blindly believe in your own interpretations. This is the rule I have summarized so far, and it is also the essence of the next 'acting'. If it really continues to be effective, then I will be able to completely digest the potion in less than half a year, maybe two or three months, or maybe two or three weeks."

"The sign just now was very obvious. No wonder the mysterious Mr. Zaratul said that when the potion is completely digested, the Beyonder himself can clearly feel it, without anyone's instruction. If it is, it is, and if it is not, it is not. Just like now, although my spiritual vision has improved a little, I know very well that this is only a node of digestion, not the end point."

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but thank the clown in tuxedo again. He used his life to educate him!

If it weren't for him, I might have to spend several months in the fortune-telling club before I could summarize the "fortune-teller's code" through good or bad cases and start strict "acting".

"Mr. Moretti, sometimes I even feel like you are a philosopher." Angelica sighed after hearing Klein's answer.

"In my circle, philosopher is an insult." Klein's mood became better.

After saying this, he bowed, put on his hat, said goodbye and went out.

Although Angelica didn't know the name and identity of the gentleman in the portrait, Klein was not discouraged at all. This gain was enough for him to proceed with his next plan.

No. 3 Zouteland Street, inside Blackthorn Security Company.

Dunn looked at the portrait in his hand with deep grey eyes and said:

"You want to find this person by investigation?"

"Yes." Klein had already organized his words. "Captain, didn't I say before that I would go to the Divination Club to observe the members' reactions to the sudden death of Hanas Vincent? I didn't find out yesterday, but today I accidentally found out that the person in the portrait had appeared with Hanas Vincent and had a secret conversation with him. I just looked through the team's investigation records and found no record of such a person."

There was nothing wrong with his description. Even if Dunn Smith took the portrait to the Divination Club now, he would get confirmation from Angelica.

Dunn turned his eyes away from the portrait and said with a smile:

“It seems that the funds were not wasted.”

Captain, don’t you have a bad memory? Why did you remember the funding issue at this time? Klein kept smiling and said nothing.

"Did you draw this?" Dunn asked casually.

"Well, I drew it with the help of ritual magic." Klein answered with 100% truth.

Of course, telling the truth and telling the whole truth are two different things.

Dunn nodded slightly and said:

"Tell Old Neil to get a few more copies. I'll have Coenli, Luo Yao and the others track them down and ask the police for assistance. If this clue is indeed useful, you'll have made another contribution."

"May the goddess protect us." Klein tapped his chest four times with an extremely pious attitude.

For him, it was enough for Dunn and his team to find out the name and identity of the gentleman in the portrait. He could then divine his whereabouts above the gray fog!

After leaving the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein, who was on his day off, did not go home immediately. Instead, he took a public carriage to the dock area and arrived at the entrance of the "Dragon Bar".

He thought about it. Although the "Fortune Teller" lacked direct means of defeating the enemy and had no quickly cast spells, there were many types of battles, not all of which were encounters. As long as there was sufficient time to prepare, the "Fortune Teller" could also use ritual magic to deal with the enemy, just like he solved the magic mirror divination incident at Selina's house.

This means that it is better for the "fortune teller" to carry some herbs, essential oils, small candles and other items with him, so as to avoid being unable to get the materials when needed and having to wait for death. After all, not everyone is like Selina, who has a bunch of mystical items in her home that can be used just in time.

As for the ones he applied for, Klein had practiced so frequently that he had used most of them up. The small pockets on the inside of his clothes were holding the remaining ones.

He touched the banknotes in his pocket, pushed open the heavy door of the "Dragon Bar", and walked in.

It was afternoon at this time and there were not many customers in the bar. There were no dog catching mouse games or boxing matches. It seemed quite deserted and not lively enough.

Klein glanced at the two tables of guests drinking and playing cards, and prepared to walk towards the billiard room that led to the underground trading market.

Just then, he saw a burly old man wearing a tattered naval officer's coat come out.

"Are you the friend that Old Neil brought last time?" The blue-eyed old man with messy brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol looked at Klein and said with a smile.

Klein vaguely guessed the other party's identity, took off his hat and saluted:

"Yes, I don't know what to call you?"

"Old Neil should have mentioned me to you. I'm Swain, the boss here." The blue-eyed old man had thick arms and solid muscles, and he had the temperament of an officer.

The former captain of Tingen City's "Manufactured Punishers" team was said to have once served in the Royal Navy. Klein responded politely:

"Yes."

“If you’re short of money temporarily, you can come to me.” Swain said with a smile and prepared to walk to the bar.

At this moment, Klein's heart moved, and he shouted quickly:

"Wait a moment, Mr. Swain, I have something to ask you."

Swain stopped, half turned around, and said with a smile:

"You and your, um, your boss are really alike."

No, I don’t have any memory problems. Klein’s mouth twitched, and he took out the portrait directly and said:

"Have you ever seen this gentleman?"

It suddenly occurred to him that Selina should have been led into this underground trading market by Hans Vincent, which led to Elizabeth also knowing about the Dragon Bar. Then, could the gentleman in the portrait who had a certain relationship with Hans Vincent have also been here?

Swain took a closer look and answered affirmatively:

"I remember him. He came to ask me if there were any documents or items related to the main peak of Honachis."

Documents and items related to the main peak of Honachis? Klein was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of another thing:

When he was borrowing journals and magazines related to the Main Peak of Honachis from the Deville Library, the administrator casually mentioned that someone had just returned it, so he remembered it very clearly and did not need to flip the card to confirm whether it existed.

Could it be that the gentleman in the portrait was the one who borrowed those journals and magazines before me?

This gentleman who witnessed the transaction of Antigonus's notes?