In the North District of Tingen City, at 13 Halls Street, the Divination Club was on the second floor.
Klein once again saw the beautiful lady who was responsible for reception.
She still had her brownish-yellow hair coiled up, appearing mature and elegant; it was hard to tell her exact age from her appearance alone.
"Hello, Mr. Glasir is not here today. Would you like to see another diviner?" the beautiful lady said with a smile.
Hearing this, Klein, who had just put his silk top hat back on, was taken aback:
"You remember me?"
That was five days ago!
The brown-haired lady pursed her lips and smiled:
"You are the first guest who came to Mr. Glasir for a divination, and so far, the only one. I can't help but have a deep impression."
An impression of trying to get a small gain only to suffer a big loss, right? Klein silently mocked himself. He pondered for a moment and asked:
"When was the last time Mr. Glasir came to the club?"
The brown-haired lady glanced at him and replied as if thinking:
"To be honest, we can't grasp the pattern of members' visits. They have free will and all sorts of affairs. Hmm, I remember that after that day, after giving you a divination, Mr. Glasir probably hasn't come to the club again."
Wish him luck, may the Goddess bless him... Klein offered a silent prayer, didn't ask further, and instead smiled and said:
"I'm not here for a divination this time. I want to join the club."
"Really? That's our honor." The brown-haired lady showed a surprised expression appropriately. "For the first time becoming a member, please pay an annual fee of 5 pounds. After that, it's 1 pound per year. Do I need to reintroduce the details?"
Klein took out a newly received 5-pound note from his inner pocket and watched the head of Henry Augustus I move away from him.
After carefully checking the anti-forgery watermark, the brown-haired lady solemnly put away the banknote, took out a form, and handed it to Klein:
"Please fill in the detailed information, and I'll issue a payment receipt for you."
Do I have an invoice? The payee is Blackthorn Security Company... Klein was amused by his own thought. He picked up the dip pen on the table, dipped it in blue-black ink, and filled in the information such as name, age, street, and company name.
However, he intentionally left the date of birth blank. For a "diviner," this is a spiritual number related to one's own mystery.
After issuing the payment receipt and registering the membership details, the brown-haired lady extended her right hand and said:
"Welcome to the Tingen Divination Club. I am Angelica Barrehat, your diligent servant. This is your member sleeve pin, which has our unique inscription and can prove your membership."
"Hello, Miss Angelica." Klein lightly shook her hand and took the dark-gold sleeve pin.
He found that the unique inscription used the root of a word in Hermes language, and that word was "diviner."
Angelica withdrew her left hand, thought for a few seconds, and said:
"May I ask what divination technique you are good at, or which method you want to learn in the club? We will consider inviting corresponding famous diviners to teach, and also introduce members with similar expertise for you to exchange happily."
"I know a bit about every divination technique. I don't need you to cater to me specially." Klein answered with some modification and then asked, "Can I start doing divinations for people right now? I'm not a beginner who is just starting to learn."
He was here to act as a "diviner," not to learn divination methods that ordinary people could access.
Angelica maintained a polite smile and said:
"You are free to do divinations for people in the club at any time. However, before confirming your level, we won't put in a good word for you when customers ask. What fee would you like to charge for a divination?"
"Two pennies," Klein said. He planned to compete on price while he was not yet famous.
"We will draw one-eighth of the total price, a quarter penny fee..." Angelica first explained the various regulations, and then wrote Klein's information into the "Diviner" catalog for customer selection.
After doing all that, she smiled and pointed to the meeting room at the end of the corridor and said:
"Mr. Hainas Fancette is explaining astrological divination. You can quietly find a place to sit and listen, and you can also raise your hand to ask questions."
"Okay." Klein walked towards the meeting room with great interest, wanting to hear the difference between what Hainas Fancette and Old Neil said.
At this time, Angelica caught up and lowered her voice:
"Mr. Moretti, do you need coffee or tea? We provide Xibo Black Tea, Southville Coffee, and Tisi Coffee for free."
Klein, who had been reading the newspaper often recently, knew that these coffees and teas were of mediocre quality, but he also understood that they were definitely better than the inferior types at home. So he thought for a moment and said:
"One cup of Southville Coffee, three scoops, no milk."
The most famous thing in Southville County of the Ruen Kingdom is beer and red wine, which many big figures quite like, while coffee is relatively less famous.
"Okay, I'll bring it to you later." Angelica pointed to the meeting room.
Klein slowly walked to the half-open door and heard the explanation with a strong Ahowa county accent:
"Astrological divination is one of the most complex among all divination techniques..."
This is only relative to ordinary people... Klein silently completed the sentence for him, seeing five or six long tables in the meeting room arranged in a semicircle, surrounding a middle-aged man in a black classical robe, Hainas Fancette.
This gentleman had obvious dark circles under his eyes, and his brown hair was thick and stiff. Each strand stood stubbornly upright, as if playing the role of a hedgehog.