"pray?"

Klein's spirits perked up, and he followed the method he used to spy on the Hanged Man last time, allowing his spirituality to spread and touch the crimson ball.

A blurry and distorted image suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He could only vaguely see a young man with brown hair kneeling on the ground, facing a pure crystal ball.

The black tights that the boy was wearing were completely different from the fashion trends in the Kingdom of Loen, and were also quite different from the traditional clothing of foreign countries such as the Feysac Empire and the Republic of Intis that Klein had seen in magazines.

The environment around him was dim, and the tables and chairs were old, occasionally illuminated by flashes of light, but Klein could not hear the roar of thunder or the sound of raindrops.

In the picture, the young man clasped his hands against his forehead, bent his body forward, and kept praying for something. His deep voice hummed in Klein's ears.

Klein listened attentively, but discovered an embarrassing fact:

He couldn't understand what the other party was saying, it was a language he had never come into contact with!

...As the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, I actually don’t know “foreign languages”... Klein laughed at himself and reluctantly tried to distinguish it carefully for a while, more seriously than when he took the English listening test.

As he listened, he gradually realized a problem:

Although the other party's language was not one of the languages ​​he had learned, it was very close to the ancient Feysac language and showed similarities!

“Father… Mother… These two words should mean this, right? It’s very similar to the ancient Feysac language, but it’s also somewhat different…” Klein frowned and fell into thought. “Ancient Feysac language is the common language of humans in the Fourth Epoch. It is the source of all contemporary languages, and it is also gradually changing… I have no way of being sure now…”

He listened again and again, and ruled out contemporary languages ​​such as Loen, Feysac, and Intis based on their grammatical structures.

"Is it a variant of the ancient Feysac language in its long history? Just like the words written in the Antigonus family notebook?" Klein tapped the edge of the bronze table with his fingers and nodded barely noticeably. "There is another possibility. Ancient Feysac did not come out of thin air. It evolved from the giant language... The Feysac Empire in the north has always claimed that its citizens have giant blood... This may be the giant language of ancient times..."

At this point, Klein, who did not have enough knowledge, had to pause and withdraw his spirituality. He stopped watching and listening.

He did not intend to pull the praying boy into the gray fog immediately, but wanted to understand what the other party was saying first.

Of course, before that, we will conduct regular observations and basic "assessments".

Huh... Klein exhaled and leaned back in the magnificent gray fog temple.

He wrapped himself in spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling.

…………

After "reviewing" Roselle's diary, Klein changed into formal clothes and went out to the Divination Club.

Even though his salary had doubled, he still chose to take the stagecoach, but he was extravagant enough to take care of Mrs. Wendy's business and spent 1.5 pence to buy a cup of sweet iced tea to dispel the afternoon heat.

Arriving at the Howers block, Klein threw the paper cup into the trash can and walked up to the second floor step by step.

Before entering the door, he pinched his eyebrows and activated his spiritual vision in advance.

As soon as he stepped into the reception hall, Klein immediately felt a faint sadness here.

The beautiful receptionist Angelica sat there, her eyes unfocused and slightly red.

"Sadness will eventually pass." Klein came in front of Angelica and spoke gently and calmly.

Angelica suddenly raised her head and murmured in confusion:

"Mr. Moretti..."

Soon, she woke up and asked in surprise:

"You, you know about Mr. Vincent?"

"Oh yes, I forgot you were an excellent fortune teller."

Klein sighed and said:

"I can only divine vaguely what happened... What on earth did Mr. Vincent encounter?"

"The boss told us that Mr. Vincent had a heart attack in his sleep and passed away peacefully." Angelica started to cry as she spoke. "He was a kind, polite, and true gentleman. He was the spiritual mentor of many members. He, he was so young..."

"I'm sorry to make you even more sad." Klein didn't offer any further consolation and slowly walked towards the conference room.

Angelica took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes and nose. Then she looked at Klein's back and raised her voice:

"What would you like to drink, Mr. Moretti?"

"Black tea." Klein preferred this to coffee, although it didn't taste that great either.

Relatively speaking, he prefers ginger beer and sweet iced tea, but as a gentleman, he shouldn't act like a child in formal occasions...

Because it was Monday, there were only five or six members in the meeting room. In Klein's spiritual vision, their emotions were different. Some were truly sad, a little bleak, and some were barely affected at all.

“It’s all normal… a normal reaction.” Klein nodded barely perceptibly, holding his cane and finding a random position.

He was about to turn off his spiritual vision when he saw Angelica come in and walk towards him.

"Mr. Moretti, there is a customer looking for you, um, it's the same one from last time." The beautiful lady said in a low voice.

"Do you still remember him?" Klein asked with a smile.

Well, I wonder if that gentleman bought the magic potion as I suggested... I wonder if he still needs surgery...

Angelica pursed her lips and said:

"He is the only querent who is willing to wait in the club for an afternoon."

Klein held his cane, stood up, and walked outside without saying anything.

In the reception hall, he saw the gentleman who came for divination last time, and saw that the aura color of his liver had returned to normal, and the same was true for the overall coordination.

"Congratulations. Being healthy tastes so good." Klein smiled and held out his hand.

Bogda was stunned at first, then he stretched out both hands at the same time and firmly grasped Klein's right palm:

"Mr. Moretti, you can really 'see' my situation!"

"Yes, I am healed! The doctor asked again and again, checked again and again, but still couldn't believe that I was healed just like that!"

Listening to Bogda's ecstatic statement, Klein calmly determined one thing:

The pharmacist at Rosen Folk Herbal Medicine Shop is definitely an extraordinary person!

I saw with my own eyes how serious the liver disease of the gentleman in front of me was. The fact that he was cured within a few days was beyond the power of herbs and medical skills. Only extraordinary people could explain it!

Adding to the matter of Gracis, there is only one answer left.

“I want to confess to God. I actually doubted you and that miraculous pharmacist.” Bogda held Klein’s hand and refused to let go. He kept mumbling about his shame and gratitude. “…The 10 pounds was so worthwhile. It bought back my life!”

What? 10 pounds? You spent 10 pounds on the magic potion? And the divination fee you gave me was only 8 pence... only 8 pence... 8 pence... pence... Klein was almost stunned when he heard it.

At this time, Bogda loosened his hands, took a step back with a smile on his face, and saluted respectfully:

"I am here today to express my gratitude. Thank you, Master Moretti, for pointing me in the right direction and saving my life."

"This is the result of the divination you paid for. You don't need to thank anyone." Klein raised his head slightly, looked at the boundary between the wall and the ceiling with melancholy, and answered in a very charlatan style.

"You are a true fortune teller." Bogda praised, "Next I will go to Vlad Street to thank the pharmacist and buy the potion he recommended."

"Aren't you already healed?" Klein hid his surprise well.

Bogda looked around and saw that the beautiful receptionist was not paying attention to this side, so he smiled softly and said:

"That's a herb with mummy powder added to it. It can be brewed into a potion that satisfies both men and women... I didn't trust the pharmacist before, but now I don't doubt it at all."

...There is such a potion? Klein felt that the pharmacist was a liar and wondered if he had pushed the gentleman across from him into the heated kang.

He looked Bogda up and down several times to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the color of his aura.

"Mummy powder?" Klein asked back, carefully grasping the word.

"Yes, mummy powder. I asked a friend about it, and he said that the nobles of Backlund have been madly pursuing this stuff. This powder made from mummies can make men give perfect performances in bed. Although it is disgusting and sounds dirty, it is a real noble material..." Bogda explained in detail, his eyes full of urgency.

Mummy? A mummy made from a corpse? A powder made from it? Klein was dumbfounded and almost vomited in front of Bogda.

Those nobles know how to have fun... When he was about to dissuade them, Gracis, who had previously suffered from lung disease, just came in and heard Bogda's subsequent description.

"Yes, it's very effective. I recommend you go to Rosen's Folk Herbal Medicine Shop on Vlad Street. Mr. Rosen's secret formula is very effective!" Glacis took off his monocle, came closer with interest, and recommended in a low voice, "My experience was very, very, very perfect."

"You know too? I was just about to go to Mr. Rosen's folk herbal medicine shop." Bogda was completely relieved.

After a few more pleasantries, he couldn't wait to leave the Fortune Telling Club.

Klein still remained somewhat dazed.

At 5:20 p.m., he put on a half-high silk hat, took his black cane inlaid with silver, and drove directly to Vlad Street, intending to secretly observe the pharmacist named Rosen Darkweed before deciding whether to report to the captain.

…………

18 Flood Street.

Klein stood outside the herbal medicine shop and saw that the door was closed and there was a transfer notice posted on it.

"...Very alert..." He whispered silently.

This way, he wouldn't have to worry or observe.

PS: The third update asks for recommendation votes~