Lord of Mysteries

Chapter 62 "The Diviner's" Advice

Before leaving, Klein hurriedly cleaned his suit and top hat with a small brush and handkerchief, then changed into a white shirt, put on its linen counterpart and his only decent cheap coat, and strode onto the street.

First it was Melissa's dress, then Benson's suit, and only then could I consider my second outfit. There was never enough money... In addition, I had to accumulate glazed tableware to entertain guests piece by piece... And I also had to save money to buy various mystical materials... Klein sat on the public carriage, mentally calculating the family's finances, and the more he calculated, the more he shook his head.

He estimated it would take at least a year for him, his brother, and his sister to live like the so-called middle class.

Of course, this is without considering promotions and salary increases.

The public carriage drove through the streets and stopped opposite the "Fortune Teller's Club" on Halls Street.

Klein pressed down on his black, non-silk top hat, half-hopped and half-walked out of the car, and followed the familiar road into the club's second-floor entrance, where he saw the beautiful, brown-haired lady, Angelica.

Her eyes still had some residual redness and swelling, but she looked very relaxed.

Klein raised his hand and tapped his brow twice. After examining it carefully, he found that the deep grayness in Angelica's emotional expression had dissipated considerably, replaced by a bright, sunny glow.

After reading it, Klein walked over, took off his hat, and smiled:

"Ms. Angelica, it's a beautiful sunny day, isn't it?"

Angelica looked up, let out a short gasp, and then smiled broadly:

"You're very much like Mr. Vancent's cat; you walk without making a sound. Hmm, you can tell? Heh, I forgot, you're a fortune teller who's good at reading faces..."

She paused, bit her lip lightly, and bowed.

"Thank you, thank you for your advice yesterday. I feel much better. I haven't felt this relaxed, happy, and content in the past year."

Hearing the other person's sincere thanks, Klein was also infected by that joy and happiness, and the corners of his mouth turned up as he said:

"It's my honor to be able to help you."

As he spoke, he felt his own spirit become much more relaxed and lively.

Is this the "diviner" the "potion" wants? A "diviner" who can truly help the person asking the question? Klein seemed to be thinking, pinching his brow and tapping it twice.

It must be said that he has already discovered in practice that the current actions of turning "spiritual vision" on and off are not discreet enough. However, the problem is that he cannot think of a better alternative in the short term, because he has only been a "diviner" for a short time, and his spirituality has not yet reached its current limit, nor has his mastery. Therefore, a location that can effectively stimulate spirituality can serve as the medium for "switching," and there are not many such locations. The space between the eyebrows is a relatively superior choice.

Once he has fully digested the "potion" and become a true "diviner," he should be able to design more subtle "switch" actions... Klein nodded almost imperceptibly and walked towards the half-open conference room.

"Coffee or black tea?" Angelica asked quickly.

"Dish Coffee," Klein replied, with the intention of trying all sorts of drinks.

At this moment, he saw six or seven members in the meeting room, but not Hainas Vancent, who had been there all along.

"Mr. Vancent didn't come?" Klein stopped and asked casually.

Angelica paused for a moment and said:

"Mr. Vancent doesn't come every day. He's been invited to give lectures at a divination organization in Port-Enmat. Is there something you need to see him about?"

"No, I'm just curious. After all, I've seen him every time I come here before," Klein said with a smile, shaking his head.

At the same time, he recognized some of the seven members:

Gracis, who divined for himself!

Grassis was looking at the documents on the table while wearing a monocle when he suddenly realized someone was watching him. So he looked up and looked at the origin of the gaze.

A look of obvious joy suddenly appeared on his face. He pushed himself up with his hands and rushed to Klein in a few steps:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. I've been wondering if you would come today."

"Angelica told me you're not a doctor, but a fortune teller skilled in physiognomy?"

Klein smiled and said:

"I'm not only good at this, Mr. Grassis. You seem to have completely overcome your illness?"

He pinched his forehead and gently tapped his brow twice, finding that Grassis's healthy complexion had returned to normal.

"Yes, I really regretted it at the time, I regretted not listening to your advice. Fortunately, there was a very skilled pharmacist near my house. He gave my wife a very miraculous potion, which saved me from death," Grassis said with emotion.

As a prospective member of the Night Watch squad, Klein, with his professional instincts, countered with:

"An exceptionally skilled pharmacist? And incredibly miraculous potions?"

Amazing? How amazing? Does it fall into the category of extraordinary?

"He said it's a folk medicine from Remnantburg, and in any case, it's very helpful for my condition," Grassis replied without any sign of anything amiss.

A folk herbalist? Klein tapped his brow as if deep in thought:

"What's his name? Where does he live? You know, fortune tellers can't guarantee they won't get sick, and maybe I'll have to buy medicine from him in the future."

Klein learned from his mentors and classmates that the modern medical system in this world was still in its infancy and had almost no effective treatment for many diseases. Therefore, there was still a great market for miraculous medicines and skilled pharmacists. It wouldn't hurt to learn about them, as they might be needed in the future.

Grassi readily replied:

"His name is Rosen Darkwood, and he has a small shop at 18 Vlad Street in the East End called 'Rosen's Folk Herbal Shop'."

"Thank you," Klein said sincerely, silently noting it down.

Grassis turned around and led him to sit down next to him. At that moment, Angelica also made coffee and brought it over.

Compared to Southwell coffee, Dixie coffee has a richer aroma, but its taste is relatively inferior... Klein took a sip and savored it for a moment.

Seeing that he had put down the white glazed cup, Grassis carefully chose his tone and said:

"Mr. Moretti, may I have this fortune told for you? I will pay you the price you set."

"Eight pence is enough; I won't raise the price at the last minute." Klein was hoping someone would want him to do a fortune telling. "Would you like to go to a fortune telling room?"

"Okay, the yellow crystal room." Grassis, who knew it better than him, went over first.

After entering the divination room and locking the wooden door, Klein sat down behind the long table and asked in a deep voice:

"Mr. Grassis, what would you like to have divined?"

"I have an investment opportunity, but it involves too much money. If it fails, my family and I will suffer a heavy blow. I want to do a tarot reading to see if it will go smoothly," Grassis said. "I've done a tarot reading myself once, after purifying my mind, and the result was pretty good. Yes, it was my own interpretation, but I didn't violate any symbolic principles."

Klein thought for a moment, then asked curiously:

"Then please describe the situation in detail, and provide your own information. If you can also provide the other person's information, that would be even better. We can then do an astrological reading."

"Good." Grassis composed himself and said, "When Mr. Lannuus was exploring the Hornach Mountains, he discovered a large iron ore deposit with rich reserves and excellent quality. He spent all his savings to buy the land and hired a professional company to conduct a survey, which yielded encouraging conclusions."

"He lacked the funds for further development, so he established a steel company, intending to use the project to apply for bank loans and at the same time issue a certain percentage of shares to raise initial capital. This plan is still in the stage of private preparation, and the returns offered are very generous."

Klein, who has been reading newspapers lately and is also a "history expert," knows that stocks exist in this world, and that the concept of stocks originated from Emperor Roselle. Yes, it's him again.

During the colonization of the southern continent, he established the West Bayron Company, raised funds from the public by issuing stocks, successfully solved his financial problems, and successfully seized the first pot of gold of colonial profits.

Because the returns were substantial, similar ventures followed one after another, such as railway stocks, mining stocks, steam power development stocks, and so on. Some were successful, while others failed, which led to the creation of organizations like the Backlund Stock Exchange.

In addition, Emperor Russell also created things like government bonds and trust funds. The former has been passed down to this day and has become the most stable investment method, with an annual return of four to six percent.

Klein remembered his brother Benson saying that if he could inherit £3000, he wouldn't have to work so hard anymore, because the stable annuity income would be about five percent, roughly £150, which was roughly equivalent to Klein's current annual salary.

So this is what they call the rentier class… Klein sighed inwardly, then asked carefully:

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with this? Is Lanius trustworthy?"

"I've seen his property documents and exploration reports, which bear the seal of the Westville County Government and the endorsement of a professional firm. In addition, Mr. Lanuels's office has a photograph of him with Sir Deville and the Mayor," Grassis nodded in reply.

A group photo? A group photo means nothing... Klein, who was born in the era of the knowledge explosion, has seen too many similar things and is not convinced by them.

However, whether he believed it or not was of no use. He could only pick up his pen and draw the corresponding horoscope based on the key time information provided by Grassis.

After a long pause, Klein pointed to the "astrolabe" and said:

"You should be able to see it yourself. This matter will not go smoothly. Beneath the surface of prosperity lies a cliff and an abyss. My divination advice is to bypass it and avoid it."

"..." Grassis fell silent, his mouth opening and closing several times.

After a few minutes, he smiled wryly and said:

"I will seriously consider it after I get home."

Hearing this answer, Klein could only shake his head and sigh inwardly, experiencing the helplessness that a "fortune teller" should feel:

"Fortune tellers" can only offer advice, not make decisions for people.

As soon as the two left the citrine room, Angelica came over and said:

"Mr. Moretti, someone wants you to do a divination."

At this point, she added quietly:

"He didn't ask me for recommendations, nor did he look at any catalogs."

"Has your reputation spread?" Klein turned to the reception area, puzzled.

PS: There will be a bonus chapter at 12 o'clock.

(End of this chapter)