Lord of Mysteries

Chapter 82 The Herbal Shop

Various colors appeared, and auras came into view. Klein casually surveyed Sir Deville's condition.

"His body is very healthy, with almost no hidden problems... His mood is very bad, and he looks weak and listless... Mental weakness? Poor sleep? But the problem is, there's nothing wrong with the purple color on his head..." Klein muttered to himself as Sir Deville and his party walked further and further away from the library.

Looking away, Klein rubbed his forehead and sighed inwardly:

"Being a millionaire isn't easy..."

He didn't pay much attention to the matter and turned his gaze back to the periodicals in front of him.

After reading through the articles one by one, Klein didn't find any particularly useful clues, but he did confirm a few things:

First, an ancient kingdom did indeed exist in and around the main peak of the Hornach Mountains; second, the history of this ancient kingdom can be traced back at least 1,500 years; third, their architectural style was mainly grand, leaving behind a variety of murals, from which it can be seen that they believed that after death, the dead would be protected by the night; finally, in those ruins, symbols of night can be seen everywhere, but they are clearly different from the symbols of the night.

"If I have the chance, no, even if I have the chance, I won't go there!" Klein muttered through gritted teeth, deciding to stay away from courting death.

He tidied up the periodicals and magazines, put them back in their original places, then put on his top hat, picked up his cane, and left the Deville Library.

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Diviners' Club.

Bogda looked at the pretty lady in charge of reception and said:

"I want to have my fortune told."

Angelica smiled politely:

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Bogda pressed his right side and silently took a breath:

"I would like to ask Mr. Klein Moretti to do a divination for me."

"But Mr. Moretti isn't here today," Angelica replied without needing confirmation.

Bogda fell silent for a moment, then paced back and forth a couple of times before saying:

When will Mr. Moretti arrive?

"Nobody knows, he has his own things to do. From what I've observed, he comes most often on Monday afternoons," Angelica said thoughtfully.

"Okay." Bogda's face darkened, and he turned to leave.

"Sir, you can also choose other fortune tellers, such as Mr. Haynes Vancent, who is famous in Tingen," Angelica said, trying her best to salvage the business.

Bogda stopped in his tracks, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"No, I only trust Mr. Moretti. Um, may I wait here for a while? Perhaps he will come over when he finishes his business."

"No problem," Angelica said with a gentle smile.

Bogda went to the sofa area, sat down, and sometimes stroked his cane, sometimes looked out the window, appearing quite anxious.

Time ticked by, and just as Bogda's mind was in turmoil, unsure whether to leave or continue waiting, he heard the beautiful woman exclaim in surprise:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!"

When Klein saw the familiar Angelica, he was about to casually ask, "Why are you here again? Don't you need to rest or take a vacation?"

However, he immediately realized that he was a fortune teller and should not ask such a question. Instead, he should say in a charlatan's tone: "How wonderful is fate, Ms. Angelica, we meet again."

Uh, wouldn't this sound like I'm trying to pick someone up? Klein's mind raced, but he ultimately just smiled and replied:

"Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica."

"A guest wants you to do a divination," Angelica said, pointing to Bogda, who hurriedly stood up from the sofa area.

Someone actually specifically asked me? Klein took off his half-high silk hat in surprise and casually pinched the space between his eyebrows twice.

"Good afternoon, sir..." He looked over, then suddenly stopped speaking.

In his "spiritual vision," the liver area of ​​the person seeking divination appeared dull and almost black, causing the rest of the body to lose its balance and the aura of each part to become thinner.

Klein considered for a moment, then said with a serious expression:

"Sir, you should see a doctor, not come to a fortune teller."

Bogda froze, then a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he murmured to himself:

"That's amazing..."

"Anna didn't lie to me..."

……

He suddenly looked up and gazed earnestly at Klein:

"Mr. Moretti, I have already seen a doctor, and there may be surgery coming up, but I am terrified of the surgery and hope that the divination will tell me whether the outcome will be good or bad."

Surgery in this era is truly extremely dangerous... Although Emperor Roselle promoted it, many necessary technological points are still lacking... Klein did not refuse, and nodded slightly:

"My price for a fortune telling is 8 pence, is that okay?"

"Eight pence?" Bogda exclaimed in astonishment. "You only accept eight pence?"

Based on Anna's description and Mr. Moretti's performance just now, I'm willing to give at least £1!

Haven't you heard of "small profits but quick turnover"? Klein felt a little embarrassed, thought for a few seconds, then smiled and calmly replied:

"To receive divine revelation and glimpse a corner of destiny is a fortunate thing, so we must remain humble and restrain our greed. 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 ease considerably, and the "code of conduct" he had just described seemed to have touched upon something.

"Miss Angelica, is the yellow crystal room usable?" He turned to look at the pretty lady beside him.

Angelica quietly breathed a sigh of relief for Bogda, and smiled sweetly:

"Can."

Once inside the divination room, Klein had Bogda lock the door from the inside, then sat down behind the table and rubbed his forehead.

"How about we use tarot cards for divination?" he asked with a smile.

The pendulum method is only suitable for predicting things related to oneself, while drawing a birth chart is too time-consuming.

"You make the decision," Bogda said without objection.

So Klein had him shuffle, cut, and set up an Intis spread.

Taking advantage of his special status as a "fortune teller," Klein didn't flip over any other cards, but directly revealed the one that symbolized the final result.

"The reversed Wheel of Fortune means things will turn bad," he said solemnly, glancing at it.

Bogda's face turned pale instantly, and he moved his lips a few times before saying:

"Is there no hope?"

Klein, with the idea of ​​doing his best, said:

"Then I'll try a different method of divination. Please leave your ring here and write your birth date on this piece of paper, then wait quietly outside."

Infected by his gentle and soothing voice, Bogda calmed down, wrote down the information as instructed, and left the ring behind.

Watching the other person leave, Klein wrote a line of words on the paper where he was recording information:

"The outcome of Bogda Jones' liver surgery."

He picked up the ring and the paper, leaned back in his chair, and tried "dream divination" once again.

In the hazy, distorted world, he gradually regained himself, seeing the man from before fall down with a pale face, and seeing him being wheeled out of the swaying operating room covered with a white sheet.

This time, Klein didn't encounter anything strange again, nor did he feel that stare. He quickly regained consciousness, his brow furrowed, considering how to tell Bogda the results.

The surgery could very well lead to death... I could try the healing ritual magic I just learned today... But that would expose my extraordinary nature, and I would have to ask the captain for permission first... Hmm, it might not be able to cure such a serious illness... Klein pondered deeply, and suddenly thought of something.

"Mr. Grassis's lung disease was cured by a pharmacist who said his medicine was very miraculous... What was his name again? Right, Rosen Darkwood, 18 Vlad Street, East End, 'Rosen's Folk Herbal Shop'!" Because he had carefully memorized the incident, Klein quickly recalled the details.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the table and quickly made a decision.

Having quickly determined the merits of his idea using the "pendulum method," Klein opened the door and stepped out. Seeing Bogda hurriedly stand up, he handed back the ring while smiling gently:

"I see hope in you."

"Really?" Bogda asked in surprise.

Klein didn't answer, but continued speaking to himself:

"Your hope lies in the East End, on Vlad Street, and in the word 'Rosen'."

"If you don't find it, come back here to find me after 4 p.m. on Monday."

"Okay, okay." Bogda nodded repeatedly, excitedly took out his wallet, and counted out a 5p and three 1p.

He followed Klein's instructions exactly and did not try to corrupt the real fortune teller with tips.

Klein took it with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, and said with a warm smile:

"I hope you find hope soon."

After Bogda left, just like last time, he paid his cut and gave Angelica a tip, pretending that he had received 1 sol.

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East End, Vlad Street.

Bogda walked from one end of the street to the other, making three trips in total, until his liver started to ache again.

Finally, he confirmed that there was only one thing on this street related to "Rosen" and that was "Rosen's Folk Herbal Shop" located at number 18.

Mustering his courage, he went inside. He smelled various herbs and saw that the shop owner was a man in his thirties or forties with short black hair and a round face.

The shopkeeper was dressed in what resembled the attire of a rural witch doctor, a long, dark robe embroidered with various strange symbols.

"Hello, do you have any medicine that can cure my illness?" Bogda asked in a top hat.

The boss looked up, glanced at Bogda with his deep blue eyes, and said with a slight smile:

"Your liver condition is quite serious, but the prerequisite is that you don't have enough money to pay for the medication."

"He can tell?" Bogda suddenly felt more confident and hurriedly nodded, saying:

"How much is your medicine worth?"

"Ten pounds, that's fair." The shopkeeper casually pulled a packet of herbs from under the counter and said, "Add water, enough water, and boil it all together to make a potion. After boiling, add ten drops of fresh rooster blood, and then drink it immediately. This packet of herbs can be boiled three times, and after that, there shouldn't be any problems."

As he spoke, he unfolded the yellowish-brown paper and threw in several strange herbs.

That sounds incredibly unbelievable… Bogda swallowed hard.

"that's all?"

The boss glanced at him, then suddenly smiled and said:

"What else do you want? How about this package? Once your liver disease is cured, I guarantee you and your wife will be satisfied."

He chuckled and pulled out another packet of black paper herbs, lowering his voice to say:

"It contains mummy powder... Believe me, many nobles consume this stuff, either in tea or in soup."

...Bogda's confidence in his boss was completely shaken, and he even felt disgusted.

I believe Mr. Moretti… He took a deep breath, pulled out his wallet, and took out two of the largest denomination banknotes from his remaining gold pounds.

(End of this chapter)