The Secret Master

Various colors emerged, and the aura came into view. Klein casually surveyed Sir Deville's condition. "Physically healthy, with almost no hidden problems... Very bad mood, gloomy yet with weakness... Weak spirit? Poor sleep? But the problem is, there's no issue with the purple color on his head..." Klein muttered to himself in silence as Sir Deville walked further away, leaving the library. Turning his gaze away, Klein pinched his forehead and muttered to himself in a sigh: "Being a rich man isn't easy either..." He didn't pay much attention to this matter and redirected his gaze to the periodicals in front of him. After reading each article, Klein didn't find any particularly useful clues, but confirmed a few things: Firstly, the main peak of the Hornachius Mountains and the surrounding area did indeed have an ancient kingdom; secondly, the history of this ancient kingdom can be traced back to at least a year ago; thirdly, their architectural style was mainly grand, leaving various murals, from which it can be seen that they believed that after death, they would protect their relatives in the dark; finally, in those ruins, there were everywhere symbols representing the night, but they were clearly different from the night emblem. "If there's a chance, no, even if there's a chance, I won't go there!" Klein muttered through gritted teeth, deciding to stay away from such foolishness. He gathered those periodicals, put them back to their original places, then put on his hat and took his cane, leaving the Deville Library. ...... Divination Club. Bogda looked at the beautiful lady in charge of reception and said: "I want a divination." Angelica smiled politely: "Do you have a specific diviner in mind? Or, check out our introductions and choose the one that suits you best." Bogda pressed his right abdomen and took a silent breath, then said: "I want to ask Mr. Klein Moretti to do a divination for me." "But Mr. Moretti is not here today," Angelica replied without hesitation. Bogda fell silent and paced back and forth for a few steps, then said: "When will Mr. Moretti come over?" "Nobody knows. He has his own things to do. According to my observation, he comes most frequently on Monday afternoons." Angelica thought while speaking. "OK." Bogda's face darkened, and he turned to leave. "Sir, you can also choose another diviner, such as Mr. Hennas Vanseint from the town of Tingen." Angelica was trying to salvage the business. Bogda stopped for a moment, hesitated, and said: "No, I only believe in Mr. Moretti. Um, can I wait here for a while? Maybe he will come after finishing his own business." "There's no problem." Angelica smiled gently. Bogda went to the sofa area and sat down. He sometimes rubbed his walking stick and sometimes looked out of the window, looking rather agitated. Time passed minute by minute. Just as Bogda's mind was in a state of confusion, not knowing whether to leave or continue waiting, he heard the beautiful lady shout excitedly: "Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!" Klein saw the familiar Angelica and wanted to casually ask her why she was here again, didn't you need a rest, didn't you have a vacation? However, he immediately considered that he was a diviner and shouldn't ask such a question. Instead, he should use the tone of a fortune teller and say: Fate is truly wonderful, Ms. Angelica, we meet again. Uh, does this sound like flirting? Klein's thoughts suddenly changed, and he finally smiled and replied: "Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica." "Someone wants to have a divination with you." Angelica pointed at the Bogda who had hurriedly stood up in the sofa area and said. Someone has specified me? Klein was pleasantly surprised and took off his half-high silk hat, pinching his brows twice. "Good afternoon, sir..." His gaze moved, and his words suddenly stopped. In his "clairvoyance", the color of the seeker's liver was dull and almost turned black, and it also made the rest of the body lose balance, and the aura became thinner. Klein considered for a moment and said solemnly: "Sir, you should go see a doctor instead of having a divination." Bogda was stunned and then showed a surprised expression, murmuring to himself: "Really amazing..." "Anna didn't lie to me..." ... He suddenly raised his head and looked earnestly at Klein: "Mr. Moretti, I have actually already seen a doctor. There might be a surgery next, but I am terrified of it. I hope the divination can tell me the outcome's good or bad." The surgeries in this era were really very dangerous... Although there was the promotion by Emperor Rosel, there were still many necessary technological points lacking... Klein did not refuse and nodded slightly: "The price for my divination is 8 pence. Is there anything wrong?" "8 pence?" Bogda exclaimed in astonishment, "You actually charge only 8 pence?" According to Anna's description and Mr. Moretti's previous performance, I am at least willing to give 1 pound! I've never heard of the principle of "small profits but high sales"? Klein felt embarrassed and thought for a few seconds, then raised his mouth corner and calmly and composedly replied: "Obtaining divine inspiration, glimpsing a corner of fate, this is a very fortunate thing. Therefore, we must remain humble, restrain greed, and only in this way can we continue to receive blessings." "You are a true diviner." Bogda placed his hand on his chest and bowed, his tone very sincere. Feeling this praise and belief, Klein's spirituality seemed to become a little lighter, and the "principles of conduct" he described earlier seemed to have touched something for him. "Miss Angelica, can the yellow crystal room be used?" He turned his head to look at the beautiful lady beside him. Angelica quietly let Bogda breathe a sigh of relief and smiled sweetly: "Yes." Entering the divination room, Klein asked Bogda to lock the door, while he himself sat behind the table and rubbed his forehead. "Let's use Tarot cards for divination, how about that?" He smiled and asked. "The spirit pendulum method" is only suitable for measuring matters related to oneself, and drawing a star chart is too time-consuming. "Make your decision," Bogda had no objections. So, Klein asked him to shuffle the cards, cut them, and arranged an Intis card formation. Thanks to his special status as a "diviner", Klein did not look at other cards and directly flipped over the card symbolizing the final result. "The reversed fate wheel, things will develop in a bad direction." He glanced at it and solemnly said. Bogda's face turned pale instantly, and he moved his lips a few times before saying: "There is no hope?" Klein held onto the idea of doing his best and said: "I'll change to another divination method. Please leave your ring and write your birth date on this piece of paper, and then wait quietly outside." Influenced by his gentle and soothing voice, Bogda calmed down and followed the instructions to write the information. He left the ring. Watching the other person leave, Klein wrote a line of words on the paper recording the information: "Result of BoGDAR Jones' liver surgery." He picked up the ring and the paper, leaned back against the chair back, and tried the "dream divination method" again. In the blurry and distorted world, he gradually regained his self, saw the gentleman with a pale face fall down earlier, saw him covered with a white cloth, being pushed out of the shaky operating room. This time, Klein did not encounter strange things again, nor did he feel that feeling of being watched. He quickly woke up, furrowing his brows, considering how to tell Bogda the result. The surgery could very likely lead to death... I just learned today that the ritual magic for treatment can be tried... But this would expose the extraordinary person's affairs, and it must be applied for to the captain first... Well, it may not be able to treat such a serious disease... Klein thought hard and suddenly thought of something. "Mr. Grasiss's lung disease was cured by a pharmacist, He said the other's medicine was very magical... What was it called? Yes, Rosen. Dakwede, 18 Frazard Street, East District, 'Rosen's Folklore Herbal Pharmacy'!" Because he had memorized this matter carefully at the beginning, Klein quickly recalled the details. He tapped the edge of the table with his fingers and quickly made a decision. Using the "psychic pendulum method", Klein quickly determined the quality of the idea. Then, Klein stepped out, looking at Bogda who had hurriedly stood up. He returned the ring and said gently with a polite smile: "I saw your hope." "Really?" Bogda asked in surprise. Klein did not reply. Instead, he said: "Your hope is in the East District, on Frade Street, and it is related to the word 'Rosen'." "If you don't find it, come back here to see me after 4 p.m. on Monday." "OK, OK." Bogda nodded repeatedly, excitedly took out his wallet, and counted out a 5 pence and three 1 pence. He followed Klein's exact instructions and did not use tips to corrupt the true psychic. Klein took the tips with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth and said with a warm smile: "Hope you find your hope soon." When Bogda left, he did the same as before, both collecting the commission and giving Angelica a tip, pretending that he received 1 sol. ...... East District, Vlad Street. Bogda walked from the beginning of the street to the end, doing it three times, and his liver area began to ache again. Finally, he confirmed that there was only one thing related to "Rosen" on this street, which was "Rosen's Folk Herbal Pharmacy" at number 18. Gathering his courage, he walked in. He smelled various herbs and saw the shop owner was a man in his thirties or forties with short black hair and a round face. The owner was wearing clothing similar to that of a rural witch doctor, with a dark robe and various strange symbols embroidered on it. "Hello, do you have any medicine that can cure my illness?" Bogda asked with his hat on. The owner raised his head, looked at Bogda with his deep blue eyes, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "You have a very serious liver disease, but the prerequisite is that you have enough money to pay for the medicine?" He could tell? Bogda suddenly gained a bit more confidence and hurriedly nodded: "How much is your medicine worth?" "10 pounds, it's quite reasonable." The owner took out a bag of herbs from under the counter and said casually, "Mix water, enough water, boil it into medicine, add ten drops of fresh chicken blood after boiling, and drink it immediately. This bag of herbs can be boiled three times, and after three times, there should be no problem." While speaking, he opened the yellowish-brown paper and threw in several strange herbs. It sounds very unbelievable... Bogda swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "Is that all?" The owner looked at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "You still want something else? How about this bag? When your liver disease is cured, I guarantee that you and your wife will be satisfied." He pulled out another bag of black paper herbs and lowered his voice: "There are added mummy powder... Trust me, many nobles are taking this stuff, putting it in tea or boiling it for drinking." ... Bogda's confidence in the boss completely vanished, and he even felt nauseous. I believe Mr. Moretti... He took a deep breath, pulled out his wallet, and extracted two of the largest denomination bills from the few remaining gold coins.