Seeing Klein's surprised expression, Angelica was a little shaken:

"Isn't it? Mr. Glacis said that you could tell from your observation that he had a hidden disease in his lungs..."

She spoke more and more quietly, and finally shut her mouth.

Observation? Blackness between the eyebrows? Klein suddenly realized, shook his head and laughed:

"I think Mr. Glacis has misunderstood."

He was planning to just say this perfunctorily, but suddenly he remembered that no one asked him to do divination yesterday afternoon, which resulted in his acting as a "divine teller" not going very smoothly. So he quickly thought about it and explained briefly:

“This is actually a kind of divination.”

"Divination? But Mr. Gracis only mentioned that you observed his face. Is this also considered divination?" Angelica asked in surprise and confusion.

Klein smiled calmly:

"As a member of the Divination Club, you should know about palmistry, right?"

Palmistry is not exclusive to the Great Foodie Empire. Even on Earth, India and old Europe have developed a set of theories respectively, not to mention that today is a world with extraordinary power.

"I know. But you didn't seem to read his palm? Were you observing him secretly?" Angelica asked curiously.

"I'm looking at the face," Klein lied, "and its principle is essentially the same as palmistry."

"Really?" Angelica's eyes were full of disbelief.

For the sake of his career as a fortune teller, Klein chuckled and, pretending to be thinking, raised his hand and tapped his brows twice.

Looking intently, Angelica's aura appeared in his eyes, her head was purple, her hands and feet were red, her throat was blue... There was nothing wrong with her health, it was just that the colors were a little dull, but this was a normal sign of fatigue.

Klein looked at the other person's emotions again and saw a hint of red and blue mixed in with the orange, meaning warmth mixed with a little excitement and a little thought.

Fortunately... After discovering that there was nothing unusual about the situation, Klein was about to turn off his spiritual vision. At this moment, he suddenly saw a deep grayness hidden deep in Angelica's emotions.

“Besides, she also lacks the positivity of white…” Klein nodded thoughtfully.

"Mr. Moretti, are you looking at my face?" Seeing the young gentleman in black suit in front of her suddenly silent and looking at her seriously, Angelica keenly noticed something and asked with half curiosity and half worry.

Klein didn't answer immediately. He tapped his brow again, looking as if he was examining the subject intently.

Just when Angelica was feeling a little uneasy, he spoke gently:

"Ms. Angelica, some sadness and some pain should not be sealed in your heart."

Angelica's eyes widened and her mouth opened, but no words came out.

She looked at Klein, who was wearing a half-top hat and had an obvious scholarly temperament, and heard him say in a low, soothing, and warm voice:

"You need a mountain climbing trip, a tennis match, or a sad drama, to tire your body out through exercise, to let your tears flow freely, and then to cry and scream, letting those emotions burst out completely."

“It’s also good for your physical health.”

As the words fell into her ears, Angelica seemed to have turned into a statue, standing there, motionless.

She blinked hard, lowered her head in panic, and said in a muffled voice:

"Thank you for your advice..."

"It seems that there are quite a few members today?" Klein didn't say anything more. Just like he hadn't done any divination just now, he turned sideways and looked at the meeting room at the end of the corridor.

"Sunday afternoon... at least 50 members..." Angelica's voice was still a little hoarse, and the description only used a few key words.

She paused, and her speech speed gradually returned to normal:

"Would you like tea or coffee?"

“Xibe black tea.” Klein nodded slightly, took off his hat politely, and slowly walked towards the meeting room.

Angelica let out a slow breath only after he disappeared through the door.

…………

The Divination Club's meeting room is very large, almost twice the size of a classroom at Klein High School.

Usually there were only five or six members here, making it seem very empty. At this moment, dozens of "fortune tellers" were sitting in different positions in groups of three or four, filling up most of the space.

Sunlight streamed in through the oriel windows. Members were either discussing in low voices, or gathered around Heinus Vincent to ask for advice, or were practicing and trying divination, or drinking coffee and reading newspapers alone.

This scene made Klein feel like he was back in his student days on Earth, except that it was more lively and noisy back then, without this sense of tranquility.

He looked around and didn't see Gracis and Edward Steve, two of his acquaintances, so he picked up a public divination textbook at random, found a corner, and began to read it leisurely.

After a while, Angelica came in with a cup of black tea and placed it on the table in front of Klein.

She was about to leave quietly when she saw Mr. Moretti take out a uniquely shaped silver chain from his left sleeve, on which hung a pure topaz.

What was he going to do? Angelica unknowingly slowed down her pace and stared at Klein.

Klein held the silver chain in his left hand and dropped the topaz straight onto the cup of Xibe black tea, just enough to make it touch the surface.

He half-closed his eyes with a serene expression, and the atmosphere around him suddenly became quiet.

The pure citrine moved slightly, rotating clockwise with the uniquely shaped silver chain.

Seeing this scene, Angelica felt that Mr. Moretti was extremely mysterious.

“Your black tea is pretty good.” Klein opened his eyes and whispered with a smile.

His actions just now were intentional, deliberately done for Angelica to see!

If you want someone to come to you for divination quickly, Angelica, who is responsible for reception and recommendation, is actually a very critical factor!

Since he was going to play the role of a "fortune teller", Klein no longer had any concerns and truly devoted himself to this role.

"...Yes, Mr. Vanus is very picky about the quality of black tea." Angelica was stunned.

At this time, Klein took back the pendulum, rewound it, and then picked up the white patterned porcelain cup and saluted the other party with a smile.

…………

Angelica returned to the reception hall and was no longer in the mood to read the magazine. She sat there, lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking about.

It was not until there was a knock on the door that she suddenly woke up. She looked towards the entrance in a hurry and saw a lady in a light blue dress.

The young lady took off her veiled hat with a powder blue ribbon and her expression was calm and melancholy.

"Good afternoon, distinguished lady. Do you want to join the club or find someone to tell your fortune?" Angelica greeted her familiarly.

"I want to tell fortunes." The young lady with beautiful eyes but hidden melancholy bit her lower lip and said.

Angelica first asked the other party to sit on the sofa, and then gave a detailed introduction to the member's divination.

She took out the atlas, handed it over and said:

"You can pick any one of them."

The depressed lady flipped through the album carefully, because there were so many members in the club today and the choice was so wide that she felt confused.

"Can you recommend one? Among these pages." She pointed to the middle of the album, omitting the fortune-tellers whose prices were above 2 soli and below 4 pence.

Angelica took the album back, looked at it for a few minutes, and said carefully:

"I recommend this gentleman."

The young lady, who was feeling uneasy, looked carefully and found that it was a fortune teller named "Klein Moretti".

"...Mr. Moretti has just joined the club... Is his level trustworthy?" she asked with some concern.

Angelica nodded affirmatively:

"A member and I can confirm that Mr. Moretti is an excellent fortune teller. If he had not just joined the club, he would not have charged such a low fee."

"I understand." The melancholy lady nodded, "Then I will ask Mr. Moretti to tell my fortune."

"Okay, please wait a moment." Angelica took the album, stood up and walked towards the meeting room.

She came to Klein and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Moretti, someone asked you to do a divination. Which divination room do you need to use?"

The effect is good. The first "business" has come... Klein put down the cup of black tea and nodded calmly:

"The Citrine Room."

"Okay." Angelica slowly led the way ahead and opened the wooden door of the Citrine Room.

Klein sat behind a table with many divination instruments and waited for dozens of seconds. He saw a woman wearing a light blue dress and looking depressed and melancholy come in.

Taking advantage of the other party's opportunity to close the door, he tapped his eyebrows twice.

"The yellow color of the stomach is a little dull... The dark color of the emotions is very heavy, mainly worry and uneasiness..." Klein read it carefully, leaned back slightly, and raised his hand to close his spiritual vision.

"Hello, Mr. Moretti." The woman in the light blue dress sat down.

"Good afternoon. What should I call you?" Klein asked politely, without expecting an answer.

As a keyboard warrior, he knew that many people were reluctant to use their real names when doing divination.

"You can call me Anna." The woman in the light blue dress put her veil aside and looked at Klein with expectation and suspicion. "I want to divine the situation of my fiancé. He went to the southern continent in March for a business. On the third of last month, he sent a telegram to me and his family, saying that he was about to set sail for home. However, twenty days have passed and he still hasn't returned. I initially thought it was due to the weather in the violent sea, but today, more than a month has passed, and the 'Alfalfa' he was on has still not arrived at Enmat Harbor."

The ocean that separates the North Continent and the South Continent is called the Raging Sea, famous for its numerous natural disasters and dangerous currents. If it weren't for Emperor Roselle sending people to explore several relatively safe shipping routes, the countries of the North Continent might not have been able to start the colonial era until today, let alone lay submarine cables and complete the architecture of wired telegraph.

Klein looked at his first true client in his career as a fortune teller and asked cautiously:

"Which method of divination would you like to use?"