Various colors appeared, auras came into view. Klein casually surveyed Sir Devill's state.
"His body is very healthy, almost no hidden problems... His mood is terrible, with weakness evident in the gloom... Weak spirit? Bad sleep? The problem is, the purple in his head has absolutely no issues..." While Klein muttered silently to himself, Sir Devill's group walked further and further away, leaving the library.
Withdrawing his gaze, Klein rubbed his forehead and sighed inwardly:
"It's not easy being a rich man either..."
He didn't dwell on this matter and turned his attention back to the periodicals in front of him.
After reading them one by one, Klein didn't find any very useful clues, but he confirmed a few things:
First, on the main peak of the Hornacis Mountain Range and its surroundings, an ancient kingdom truly existed. Second, the history of this ancient kingdom can be traced back to at least a thousand and five hundred years ago. Third, their architectural style was mainly grand, leaving behind various murals. From the murals, it could be seen that they believed that after death, people would protect their relatives in the night. Finally, in those ruins, symbols of the Night could be seen everywhere, yet they were markedly different from the Sacred Emblem of the Evernight.
"If I ever have a chance, no, even if I do, I won't go there!" Klein gritted his teeth and muttered, deciding to stay away from the courting of death.
He packed up the periodicals and returned them to their original spots, then put on his top hat, picked up his cane, and left Devill Library.
...
Divination Club.
Bothelda looked at the beautiful lady in charge of reception and said:
"I want a divination."
Angelica smiled politely:
"Do you have a designated diviner? Or, you can browse our introduction and choose the one best suited for you."
Bothelda pressed the right side of his abdomen, took a silent breath, and said:
"I want to ask Mr. Klein Moretti to divine for me."
"But Mr. Moretti is not here today." Angelica replied without needing to confirm.
Bothelda fell silent, paced back and forth a couple of steps, and said:
"When will Mr. Moretti be coming?"
"No one knows. He has his own matters. From what I've observed, he comes most often on Monday afternoons." Angelica said as she thought.
"Okay." Bothelda's face darkened, and he turned around to leave.
"Sir, you can also choose another diviner, like the famous Mr. Haines Vansente of Tingen City." Angelica tried her best to salvage the business.
Bothelda stopped in his tracks, hesitated, and said:
"No, I only trust Mr. Moretti. Um, can I wait here for a while? Perhaps he'll come once he's done with his own matters."
"No problem." Angelica smiled gently.
Bothelda walked to the sofa area, sat down, sometimes stroking his cane, sometimes looking out the window, looking rather anxious.
Time ticked by. Just as Bothelda's mind was in a mess, unsure whether to leave or continue waiting, he heard the beautiful lady exclaim in surprise:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!"
Klein saw the familiar Angelica. He was about to casually ask, "Why are you here again? Don't you need rest? Don't you have any days off?" However, he immediately considered that he was a diviner and shouldn't ask such questions. Instead, he should use the tone of a mystic and say, "Fate is truly wonderful, Miss Angelica. We meet again." "Uh, wouldn't that sound like flirting?" Klein's thoughts raced, and he ended up just answering with a smile:
"Good afternoon, Miss Angelica."
"A guest wants you to divine for him." Angelica pointed to Bothelda, who had hurriedly stood up from the sofa area.
"Someone actually specified me?" Klein, pleasantly surprised, took off his mid-height silk top hat and rubbed between his eyebrows in passing.
"Good afternoon, this gentleman..." He looked over, and his words suddenly paused.
In his "Spirit Vision," the color of the client's liver area was dull and lusterless, almost turning black, causing the rest of his body to lose balance and his auras to thin out.
Klein pondered for a moment, then said with a serious expression:
"Sir, you should go see a doctor, not come for a divination."
Bothelda was stunned there, then revealed a pleasantly surprised expression, muttering to himself:
"Truly amazing..."
"Anna didn't lie to me..."
...
He suddenly raised his head and looked earnestly at Klein:
"Mr. Moretti, I've actually already seen a doctor. I might have to undergo a surgery next, but I'm filled with fear towards the surgery. I hope to divine whether the outcome will be good or bad."
"Surgeries in this era really are very dangerous... Although promoted by His Imperial Majesty Roselle, it's still lacking a lot of necessary technological points..." Klein didn't refuse, nodded slightly, and said:
"My price for a divination is 8 pence. Is that a problem?"
"8 pence?" Bothelda exclaimed in shock. "You only charge 8 pence?"
"Based on Anna's description and Mr. Moretti's earlier performance, I would have been willing to pay at least 1 pound!"
"Haven't you heard of 'small profits but quick turnover'?" Klein felt a little awkward, thought for a few seconds, curled the corners of his mouth, and calmly answered:
"Receiving revelations from the spirits and peering into a corner of fate is already a very fortunate thing. Therefore, we must remain humble and restrain our greed. Only by doing so can we continue to receive blessings."
"You are a true diviner." Bothelda placed his hand on his chest, bowed, and spoke in a very sincere tone.
Feeling this praise and trust, Klein's spirituality seemed to lighten considerably, and the "code of conduct" he had just described made him feel as if he had touched upon something.
"Miss Angelica, is the Citrine Room available?" He turned to look at the beautiful lady beside him.