“My name may not be recited without my permission.”

…

Several minutes after the party ended, Audrey and Alger, who had returned to their bedrooms and the captain's room, seemed to still hear the Fool's words.

In their impression, the mysterious and powerful Mr. Fool is either relaxed, calm, or hard to guess. He rarely displays such a solemn, condescending attitude.

And it was precisely because of this that the two of them were so frightened and willing to obey from the bottom of their hearts:

They were not unfamiliar with words of similar style, but they were all recorded in "Apocalypse of Night" and "Book of Storms"!

…………

Daffodil Street, west district of Tingen City.

Klein opened the curtains, allowing the golden sunlight to shine into the bedroom.

After Justice and the Hanged Man left, he once again examined the "star" from which the prayer came, but this time he did not gain any information.

Since the crimson "star" has a function of saving prayers, which is similar to offline messaging, Klein believes that the giant-speaking boy never prayed again during the two times he entered the gray fog.

This made him wonder if the other party's parents were beyond help, so he chose to give up...

With his back to the sun, Klein walked to the bed and plopped down, not wanting to move at all.

He knew that he should hurry to the Divination Club to continue the digestion process, but he was still unwilling to move. He just wanted to lie there quietly and enjoy the rare day off.

From Tuesday to Friday, his daily schedule was very full. In the morning, he had mysticism courses and corresponding practices, and in the afternoon he had shooting training and combat exercises. He was so tired that he had no energy at night. On Saturday, the morning remained unchanged, but in the afternoon he began his turn at Chanis Gate, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating underground, and had to persist until Sunday morning.

Sunday morning was Klein's time to catch up on his sleep. In the afternoon, he would decide whether to go to the Divination Club depending on the situation. On Monday morning, he had just made a trip to Hoy University. In the afternoon, he had to summon the members of the Tarot Club and consider playing the role of a fortune teller. In short, he was busy all week and had little chance to rest and relax.

Therefore, at this moment, Klein just wanted to be decadent for once, staying at home like a salted fish, doing nothing and thinking nothing, just staring blankly.

“No, as the boss of a cult organization, how can I be so depressed? If Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man knew about this, their worldview would be shattered…” Klein buried his face in the quilt and encouraged himself.

"I have the formula for the Clown Potion. I am just waiting for the Diviner's Potion to be completely digested..." I have the formula for the Clown Potion. I am just waiting for the Diviner's Potion to be completely digested..."

He muttered a few words to himself, then suddenly turned over and sat up.

Pulling out a brass coin from his trouser pocket, Klein quickly divined whether it was a good day to go to the club, and got a positive answer.

"Five, four, three, two, one!"

When the countdown was over, he forced himself to stand up straight, walked to the coat rack, and took down his tuxedo jacket and half-high silk hat.

…………

In the Divination Club meeting room in Howers Street.

Klein sat in a cool corner, drinking Xibe black tea while reading the Tingen City Honest Man's Newspaper. There were only a few members around him, only about six or seven.

Just as he was amused by the incorrect grammar in a job advertisement, Glacis, wearing a monocle and holding a silk hat, walked in, followed by a woman in her thirties wearing a blue stand-up collar dress.

The lady had curved eyebrows and large but dull eyes. In her left hand she was holding tightly a black velvet Intis hat that was shaped like a helmet and was filled with feathers.

This hat is really outrageous. Doesn't it make your neck sore when you wear it? Klein noticed it, looked over, and pinched his brows twice, as if to relieve his fatigue.

In his vision, Gracis and the lady with green eyes were healthy but anxious, angry and panicked.

"Good afternoon, Glacis. Mr. Lanevus is indeed not trustworthy, right?" Klein asked with a slight smile without standing up.

Last time, Gracis, who had just recovered from lung disease, asked him for divination regarding investing in the Lanevus Steel Company, and the result was not good and he did not recommend it.

But seeing the other party's hesitation, Klein felt that he would most likely choose to take the risk and at most not risk his entire fortune. So, after seeing his emotional expression, he immediately made an association and made a judgment.

Glacis was startled at first, then smiled bitterly and said:

"I really regret not following your divination advice. Haha, this is the second time I have said this. I hope, no, I firmly believe that there will not be a third time."

He turned his head and said to the lady with some crow's feet at the corners of her eyes:

"Ms. Christina, you see, Mr. Moretti knew our purpose before we even opened our mouths. He is the most amazing fortune teller I have ever seen. I prefer to describe him as a fortune teller."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. We are here because of Lanevus's matter." The lady named Christina simply bowed, looking a little flustered and anxious.

"Shall we go to the Citrine Room?" Gracis was relatively calm and pointed at the door of the conference room with his chin.

Klein smiled and stood up.

"That's the work of a fortuneteller."

He walked along the corridor to the door and entered the empty Citrine Room.

Glacis locked the wooden door and walked towards his seat, sighing:

"Laneverus disappeared. He left Tingen under the pretext of going to Sivellas County to supervise the mining of minerals and never came back. We sent people to look for him by steam train and found that his so-called high-quality large iron ore only existed on the drawings. I am glad that I thought of your divination advice and only invested one-third of the original amount. Otherwise, I would have lost my family and my life."

Klein looked at the two of them more deeply than usual and asked with a little curiosity:

"When making such a major investment decision, shouldn't you elect representatives to go to the Hornach Mountains in Sivella County to verify it on the spot?"

Christina answered quickly:

"Our representatives were confused. They were confused by the temporary personnel hired by Lanevus, the temporary rented place, and the temporary fenced land."

Klein didn't ask any more questions and continued as a fortune teller:

"What do you wish to divine?"

"I want to predict whether this matter can be salvaged." Christina glanced at Gracis and said.

Klein took the paper and pen:

"Then let's do astrologing. I'll ask the questions and you'll answer them."

During the question and answer period, Klein marked the thunder constellation at the corresponding position and the symbolic symbols of various situations, completing the event horoscope.

Compared with ordinary people's horoscope divination, he uses more elements and his interpretation method is closer to reality.

"Madam, sir, you are now at a fork in the road. If you are greedy, panicky, and lack self-control, you will fall further into the abyss and never be able to escape. But if you can be patient, wait, persist, and stop being greedy, you will see a turn for the better and see the sunshine..." Klein said at a moderate pace.

"I understand." Christina nodded slowly, thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Moretti, can you predict the whereabouts of Lanevus?"

"No, I'm afraid that won't work. The information Lanevus left behind is most likely fake. Even his name might not be real. How can I tell fortunes? Unless you can get very detailed and real information about him, or provide him with personal items." Klein answered truthfully.

Christina was silent for a while, then took out a 1-sol note and pushed it to Klein:

"I heard from Glacis that you are a true fortune teller who respects fate and does not covet money. The rest is just a tip for the club."

“Thank you for giving me confidence.”

She stood up, said goodbye politely, and left quickly.

I don't covet money... No, I'm very vulgar! Klein regretted pretending to be a charlatan before.

After watching Christina leave, Glacis closed the door and turned back to ask:

"Is there really no way?"

“What I just said is the solution.” Klein smiled and leaned back.

“Ah…” Glacis sighed. “Lanevus took away more than 10,000 pounds, and there were more than 100 victims. Fortunately, I only lost 50 pounds, which is just my savings. I have no debts. Ms. Christina invested 150 pounds, which is not an easy amount for her to bear.”

"Have you called the police?" When Klein heard the figure of 10,000 pounds, he was suddenly filled with indignation towards the fraudster.

With such a sum of money, even in Backlund, one could be considered a wealthy man.

It was just a simple search for someone. I wondered if the police would ask the Nighthawks, the Punishers, or the Mechanical Heart for help... Klein thought distractedly.

Glacis nodded heavily and said:

"We have already called the police, and they are taking this very seriously. After discussion, we are willing to offer a portion of the money we have recovered as a reward. Anyone who can provide clues to Lanevus' whereabouts will receive a 10-pound reward once they are verified. If they can provide accurate information about Lanevus's whereabouts and help the police catch him, they can get 100 pounds in cash!"

10 pounds for a clue? 100 pounds for catching Lanevus? Klein's eyes almost lit up when he heard this, and his breathing became heavy.

At this time, he was worried about the source of the subsequent investigation funds:

This week's extra salary of 3 pounds plus the remaining pocket money is just enough to pay the second installment. However, if Detective Henry can complete two commissions next week, his extra weekly salary will not be enough to pay the final payment, a few soli short. Of course, the premise is that there is no other need to use the pocket money during this period.

Perhaps he could get Lanevus's belongings from the police, but if he had really left Tingen, it would be useless... Klein sighed with anticipation.

In the next hour and a half, due to Angelica's recommendation, two more people came to Klein for "consultation". One of them wanted to have divination for a child who had just turned one year old. Klein directly drew a birth chart, which convinced the other party and made him satisfied.

The other one was looking for an item. Klein used tarot divination combined with dream divination to lock down the approximate range for him. This surprised him because he had never seen a fortune teller who could give such precise information.

“Perhaps I can save up the remaining balance just by fortune-telling for people.” After giving the tip, Klein put on his hat, picked up his cane, and walked towards the club entrance while thinking.

Just then he saw the same lady Christina come in again, accompanied by a young girl in a lotus leaf hat.

When Christina saw Klein, she immediately came over and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Moretti, you said before that if we have items related to Lanevus, we can try to divine his whereabouts?"

“That’s right.” Klein nodded.

Christina took a breath and asked in a deep voice:

"So are his children considered relevant items?"

Huh? Klein was a little confused for a moment.