Various colors emerged and auras came into view. Klein casually examined Sir Deville's condition.

"He is in good health, with almost no hidden problems... He is in a very bad mood, and weak in the gloom... Mentally weak? Poor sleep? But the problem is, there is nothing wrong with the purple on his head..." As Klein muttered to himself, Sir Deville and his party walked further and further away and left the library.

Retracting his gaze, Klein pinched his forehead and sighed inwardly:

“It’s not easy to be a rich man…”

He didn't pay much attention to this matter and turned his attention back to the journal in front of him.

After reading one article after another, Klein didn't find any useful clues. He just confirmed a few things:

Firstly, there was indeed an ancient country in and around the main peak of the Honachis Mountains; secondly, the history of this ancient country can be traced back to at least 1,500 years ago; thirdly, their architectural style was mainly grand, and they left behind a variety of murals, from which it can be seen that they believed that after death, the dead would protect their relatives in the dark night; finally, in those ruins, symbols symbolizing the night can be seen everywhere, but they are obviously different from the holy emblem of the night.

“If there’s a chance, no, even if there’s a chance, I won’t go there!” Klein gritted his teeth and whispered, deciding to stay away from that suicidal place.

He packed up the journals and magazines and put them back to their original places, then put on his top hat, picked up his cane, and left the Deville Library.

…………

Fortune Tellers Club.

Bogda looked at the beautiful lady in charge of reception and said:

"I want to tell fortunes."

Angelica smiled politely and said:

"Do you have a designated fortune teller? Or, take a look at our introduction and choose the one that suits you best."

Bogda pressed the right side of his abdomen, took a breath silently and said:

"I would like to ask Mr. Klein Moretti to help me with divination."

"But Mr. Moretti is not here today." Angelica answered without confirmation.

Bogda was silent for a moment, then paced back and forth and said:

"When will Mr. Moretti come?"

"No one knows. He has his own things to do. From what I've observed, he comes most often on Monday afternoons." Angelica said as she thought.

"Okay." Bogda's face darkened and he turned around to leave.

"Sir, you can also choose other fortune tellers, such as the famous Mr. Heinus Vincent in Tingen City." Angelica tried her best to save the business.

Bogda paused, hesitated and said:

"No, I only trust Mr. Moretti. Um, can I wait here for a while? Maybe he'll come over after he finishes his work."

"No problem." Angelica smiled gently.

Bogda came to the sofa area and sat down, stroking his cane from time to time and looking out the window, appearing quite anxious.

Time passed by minute by minute. Just when Bogda was confused and didn't know whether to leave or continue waiting, he heard the beautiful lady shout in surprise:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!"

When Klein saw the familiar Angelica, he wanted to casually ask why she was here again. Don’t you need to rest? Don’t you have a vacation?

However, he immediately thought that he was a fortune teller and should not ask such a question. Instead, he should say in a sorcerer's tone: Fate is so wonderful, Ms. Angelica, we meet again.

Uh, does this sound like flirting? Klein's thoughts raced, and he finally just smiled and replied:

"Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica."

"A guest wants you to tell his fortune." Angelica pointed at Bogda who stood up hurriedly on the sofa.

Someone actually designated me? Klein took off his half-high silk hat in surprise and pinched his brows twice.

"Good afternoon, sir..." He looked over and paused.

In his "clairvoyance", the color of the client's liver became dull and almost black, causing the rest of the body to lose balance and the aura to become thinner.

Klein considered it for a moment and said with a serious expression:

"Sir, you should go see a doctor instead of fortune-telling."

Bogda was stunned there, then showed a look of surprise and muttered to himself:

“It’s amazing…”

"Anna didn't lie to me..."

…

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Klein earnestly:

"Mr. Moretti, I have actually seen a doctor. I may have to undergo an operation next, but I am very afraid of surgery. I hope to predict the outcome."

Surgery in this era is really very dangerous... Although there is the promotion of Emperor Roselle, it still lacks a lot of necessary technological points... Klein did not refuse and nodded slightly:

"My price for divination is 8p. Any problem?"

"Eight pence?" Bogda was surprised. "You only charge eight pence?"

According to Anna's description and Mr. Moretti's performance just now, I am willing to give at least 1 pound!

Haven't you heard of small profits but quick turnover? Klein was embarrassed for a moment, thought for a few seconds, then raised the corners of his mouth and answered calmly:

"It is fortunate enough to receive divine revelation and glimpse a corner of fate. Therefore, we must remain humble and restrain greed. Only in this way can we continue to receive blessings."

"You are a true fortune teller." Bogda placed his hand on his chest and bowed, his tone very sincere.

Feeling this kind of praise and trust, Klein's spirit seemed to be relieved, and the "code of conduct" just described seemed to make him touch something.

"Ms. Angelica, is the Citrine Room available?" He turned to look at the pretty lady next to him.

Angelica breathed a sigh of relief for Bogda and smiled sweetly:

"Can."

After entering the divination room, Klein asked Bogda to lock the door, and he sat behind the table and pinched his forehead.

"How about we use tarot cards for divination?" he asked with a smile.

The “pendulum method” is only suitable for measuring things related to oneself, while drawing a horoscope is a waste of time.

"You make the decision." Bogda had no objection.

So, Klein asked him to shuffle and cut the cards, and set up an Intis card array.

Relying on the special ability of the Fortune Teller, Klein did not turn over other cards and directly opened the one that symbolized the final result.

"The reversed Wheel of Fortune means things will develop in a bad direction." He took a look and said solemnly.

Bogda's face turned pale instantly, and he moved his lips a few times and said:

"No hope?"

Klein said with the intention of doing his best:

"Then I will try another divination method. Please leave your ring and write your date of birth on this piece of paper. Then go outside and wait quietly."

Infected by his gentle and soothing voice, Bogda calmed down, wrote the message as instructed, and left the ring.

After watching the other party leave, Klein wrote a line of words on the paper recording the information:

"The results of Bogda Jones' liver surgery."

He picked up the ring and the paper, leaned back in his chair, and tried the "dream divination method" again.

In the hazy and distorted world, he gradually found himself again. He saw the gentleman fall down with a gloomy face, and saw him covered with a white cloth being pushed out of the shaking operating room.

This time, Klein did not encounter any strange things, nor did he feel like he was being watched. He woke up quickly, frowned slightly, and thought about how to tell Bogda the result.

The operation is likely to result in death... I can try the healing ritual magic that I just learned today... But this will expose my status as a Beyonder, and I must first apply to the captain... Well, it may not be able to cure such a serious disease... Klein thought hard and suddenly thought of something.

"Mr. Glacis's lung disease was cured by a pharmacist. He said the pharmacist's medicine was very magical... What was his name? Yes, Rosen Darkweed, 18 Flood Street, East District, 'Rosen's Folk Herb Shop'!" Because he had carefully memorized this incident, Klein quickly remembered the details.

He tapped his fingers on the edge of the table and made a quick decision.

After using the Pendulum Method to quickly determine whether the idea was good or not, Klein opened the door and walked out. He looked at Bogda who had hurriedly stood up, and handed back the ring while smiling gently:

“I see hope in you.”

"Really?" Bogda asked in surprise.

Klein did not answer and continued:

"Your hope is in the East End, in Flood Street, and is connected with the word 'Rosen'."

"If you don't find it, come back here to see me after 4pm on Monday."

"Okay, okay." Bogda nodded repeatedly, took out his wallet excitedly, and counted out a 5 pence and three 1 pence.

He followed Klein's instructions exactly and did not use the tip to corrupt the real fortune teller.

Klein took it with a slight twitch on his lips and said with a warm smile:

"I hope you find hope soon."

After Bogda left, he paid his commission and gave Angelica a tip, just like last time, pretending that he had received 1 soli.

…………

Flood Street, East End.

Bogda walked from the beginning of the street to the end three times, and his liver began to ache again.

Finally, he confirmed that there was only one thing related to "Lawson" on this street, and that was "Lawson's Folk Herbal Medicine Store" located at No. 18.

Mustering up his courage, he walked in. He smelled the scent of various herbs and saw that the shop owner was a man in his thirties or forties with short black hair and a round face.

The boss was wearing clothes similar to those of a country witch doctor. His robe was dark black and embroidered with all kinds of strange symbols.

"Hello, do you have any medicine that can cure my disease?" Bogda asked in a top hat.

The boss raised his head, glanced at Bogda with his deep blue eyes, and said with a slight smile:

"Your liver disease is very serious, but the premise of everything is, do you have enough money to pay for the medicine?"

Can he see it? Bogda suddenly gained a little more confidence and nodded hurriedly:

"How much is your potion worth?"

"10 pounds, that's fair." The boss casually took out a bag of herbs from under the counter and said, "Add water, enough water, and boil it together to make a potion. After boiling, add ten drops of fresh rooster blood, and then drink it immediately. This bag of herbs can be boiled three times, and there should be no problem after three times."

As he spoke, he tore open the yellow-brown paper and threw a few strange herbs into it.

It sounds very unbelievable... Bogda swallowed and said:

"that's all?"

The boss stared at him, then suddenly smiled and said:

"Do you want anything else? How about this bag? When your liver problem is healed, I promise to satisfy you and your wife."

He took out another bag of black paper herbs and said in a low voice:

"It contains mummy powder... Believe me, many nobles take this stuff, put it in tea, or make soup."

...Bogda's confidence in his boss was completely shaken, and he even felt sick.

I believe Mr. Moretti... He took a deep breath, took out his wallet, and took out two largest-denomination banknotes from the few remaining pounds.