Before going out, Klein took the time to meticulously clean his suit and hat with a small brush and handkerchief, then changed his white shirt, put on its linen counterpart and the only decent cheap coat he had, and walked quickly to the street.

First, Melissa's dress, then Benson's formal suit, and finally my second set. There is never enough money to spend. In addition, I have to save up glazed porcelain tableware to entertain guests, and I also have to save money to buy various occult materials. Klein sat on the public carriage and calculated the family's financial situation in his mind. The more he calculated, the more he shook his head.

He estimated that it would take at least a year for himself, his brother and his sister to live like the so-called middle class.

Of course, this does not take promotion or salary increase into consideration.

The public carriage drove through the streets and stopped opposite the "Divination Club" in Hall Street.

Klein held down his black, non-silk half-top hat and half-jumped, half-walked out of the car. He walked along the familiar road and entered the club door on the second floor. He saw Angelica, a beautiful lady with brown hair.

There was some residual redness around her eyes, but she looked very relaxed.

Klein raised his hand and tapped his brows twice. He examined her carefully and found that the dark grayness in Angelica's emotions had dissipated a lot, and she had gained some sunshine-like brightness.

After reading it, Klein walked over, took off his hat and said with a smile:

"Ms. Angelica, it's a beautiful sunny day today, isn't it?"

Angelica raised her head and gave a short exclamation, then smiled and said:

"You look a lot like Mr. Vincent's cat. You walk without making any sound. Hmm, can you tell? Haha, I forgot that you are a fortune teller who is good at reading faces."

She paused, bit her lips and bowed:

"Thank you, thank you for your advice yesterday. I feel much better. I have never felt so relaxed, happy, and satisfied in the past year."

Listening to the other party's sincere thanks, Klein was also infected by the joy and happiness, and said with a smile on his face:

"It's my honor to help you."

As he spoke, he felt that his spirit became more relaxed and lively.

Is this the "fortune teller" that the "potion" wants? A "fortune teller" who can truly help the inquirer? Klein pinched his brows as if thinking, and nodded twice quietly.

It has to be said that he has discovered in practice that the current action of turning on and off "clairvoyance" is still not covert enough, but the problem is that he cannot think of a better alternative in a short period of time, because he has only been a "fortune teller" for a short time, and his spirituality has not yet grown to the current limit, and the same is true for his own mastery. Therefore, it must be a position that can effectively stimulate the spirituality to serve as the medium of the "switch", and there are not many such parts, and the center of the eyebrows is a relatively superior choice.

Once I have completely digested the "potion" and become a true "fortune teller", I should be able to design a more covert "switch" action. Klein nodded imperceptibly and walked towards the meeting room with the door half open.

"Coffee or black tea?" Angelica asked quickly.

"Dixi coffee." Klein answered with the mentality of trying all kinds of drinks.

At this time, he saw six or seven members in the meeting room, but Heinus Vincent who had been here before was not one of them.

"Mr. Vincent isn't here?" Klein stopped and asked casually.

Angelica was startled and said:

"Mr. Vincent doesn't come here every day. He accepted an invitation to give a lecture at a divination organization in Enmat Port. Do you have something to talk to him about?"

“No, I’m just curious. After all, I saw him every time I came here before.” Klein smiled and shook his head.

At the same time, he found a familiar face among the seven members:

Gracis who had divined for himself!

Glacis was wearing a monocle and reading the documents on the table. Suddenly he realized that someone was looking at him, so he raised his head and looked towards the origin of the sight.

An obvious look of joy suddenly appeared on his face. He propped himself up with both hands, stood up, and rushed to Klein in a few steps:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. I was just wondering if you would come today."

"I heard from Angelica that you are not a doctor, but a fortune teller who is good at reading faces?"

Klein smiled and said:

"I'm not the only one who's good at this, Mr. Glacis. You seem to have completely gotten rid of the disease?"

He pinched his forehead and tapped his brows twice, and found that Gracis's healthy color had returned to normal.

"Yes, I really regretted it at that time. I regretted not listening to your advice. Fortunately, there is a very good pharmacist near my home. He gave my wife a very magical potion, which kept me away from death." Gracis sighed.

As a prospective member of the Nighthawks, Klein asked back with professional sensitivity:

"A very good pharmacist? A very magical potion?"

Magical? How magical? Is it extraordinary?

"He said it was a folk medicine from Lenburg. Anyway, it was very helpful for my illness." Gracis replied without feeling anything unusual.

Folk herbalist? Klein tapped his brow as if he was thinking:

"What's his name? Where does he live? You know, a fortune teller can't guarantee that he won't get sick. Maybe I'll have to buy medicine from him in the future."

Klein knew from his mentor and classmates that the modern medical system in this world had just taken shape and there was almost no way to treat many diseases. Therefore, there was still a huge market for magical potions and powerful pharmacists. It would not be a bad idea to learn about them, as there might be a time when they would be needed.

Gracis replied calmly:

"His name is Rosen Darkweed. He owns a small shop at Flood Street in the East End. It's called Rosen's Folk Herb Shop."

“Thank you.” Klein took note of it and spoke sincerely.

Glacis turned around and led him to sit next to him. At this time, Angelica also made coffee and brought it over.

Compared to Southwell coffee, Desi coffee has a stronger aroma, but the taste is relatively poor. Klein took a sip and savored it for a moment.

Seeing him put down the white glazed cup, Glacis hurriedly said, carefully considering his tone:

"Mr. Moretti, can I ask you to do a divination for me? I will pay you according to the price you set."

"A penny is enough. I won't raise the price at the last minute." Klein was hoping someone would ask him to tell fortunes. "Do you need to go to the fortune-telling room?"

"Okay, the Citrine Room." Glacies went over first, being more familiar with the room than him.

After entering the divination room and locking the wooden door, Klein sat down at the long table and asked solemnly:

"Mr. Glacis, what do you want to predict?"

"I have an investment opportunity, but the amount involved is too much. If it fails, my family and I will suffer a heavy blow. I want to predict whether it will go smoothly." Glacis took the initiative to ask, "I used tarot cards for divination once. Well, it was a divination after a pure heart, and the result was not bad. Yes, it was my own interpretation, but I did not violate those symbolic principles."

Klein thought about it and said curiously:

"Then describe the matter in detail and give your own information. It would be even better if you can get the other party's information. We can do astronomy."

"Okay." Glacis sorted out his words and said, "Mr. Lanevus discovered a large iron ore mine with rich reserves and good quality while investigating in the Honachis Mountains. He spent all his savings to buy the land and hired a professional company to conduct an investigation, which yielded an encouraging conclusion."

"He lacked funds for subsequent development, so he set up a steel company and planned to apply for a bank loan for this project and issue a certain proportion of shares to raise initial funds. This plan is still in the private preparation stage, and the returns offered are very generous."

Klein, who has been reading newspapers frequently recently and is a "history expert," knows that there are stocks in this world, and he also knows that the concept of stocks originated from Emperor Roselle. Yes, it's him again.

In the process of colonizing the southern continent, he established the West Balam Company and raised funds from the public by issuing stocks. He successfully solved financial problems and obtained the first pot of gold from colonial interests.

Because the returns were lucrative, similar things happened one after another since then, such as railway stocks, mining stocks, steam development and utilization stocks, and so on, and so on. There were successes and failures, and thus organizations such as the Backlund Stock Exchange were born. ..

In addition, Emperor Roselle also came up with things like national bonds and trust funds. The former has been used to this day and has become the most stable way of investment, with an annual return of four to six percent.

Klein remembered that his brother Benson once said that if he could inherit a fortune of 3,000 pounds, he wouldn't have to work hard anymore because the stable annual income would be around 5%, or about 50 pounds, which was roughly equal to Klein's current annual salary.

This is the so-called rentier class. Klein sighed and asked carefully:

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with this? Is Lanevus trustworthy?"

"I have seen his real estate documents and exploration reports, which have the seal of the Severas County government and the endorsement of a professional company. In addition, there are photos of him, Sir Deville, and the mayor in Mr. Lanevus' office." Glacis nodded in response.

A group photo? A group photo doesn't mean anything. Klein, who was born in the era of knowledge explosion, has seen too many similar things and is not convinced by them.

However, it was useless for him to believe it or not. He could only pick up the pen and draw the corresponding horoscope based on the key time information provided by Gracis.

After a long while, Klein pointed at the Star Plate and said:

"You should be able to see that this matter will not go smoothly. Under the prosperous surface is a cliff and an abyss. My divination opinion is to bypass it and avoid it."

"Gracies fell silent, opening and closing his mouth several times.

After a few minutes, he smiled bitterly and said:

"I'll think about it seriously when I get home."

Hearing this answer, Klein could only shake his head and sigh, realizing the helplessness that a "fortune teller" should have:

"Fortune tellers" can only give advice but cannot make decisions for people.

As soon as the two of them left the Citrine Room, Angelica came over and said:

"Mr. Moretti, someone wants you to tell fortunes."

At this point, she added in a low voice:

"He didn't ask me for recommendations, nor did he look at the atlas."

Has his reputation spread? Klein turned to the reception hall in confusion.

ps: There will be an updated chapter at 2 o'clock.