Lord of Mysteries

Chapter 95 "The Prayer" (Third update, please vote)

"pray?"

Klein's spirits lifted, and following the same method he used to spy on the "Hanged Man," he allowed his spirituality to spread and touch the deep red mass.

A blurry and distorted image suddenly appeared before his eyes, in which he could only vaguely see a brown-haired boy kneeling on the ground, facing a pure crystal ball.

The boy's black bodysuit was completely different from the fashion trends in the Kingdom of Rune, and also quite different from the traditional clothing of foreign countries such as the Fusak Empire and the Republic of Intis that Klein had seen in magazines.

His surroundings were dim, the tables and chairs old, occasionally illuminated by flashes of light, but Klein could not hear the thunder or the sound of raindrops.

In the scene, the boy clasped his hands together against his forehead, his body hunched forward, constantly praying for something, his deep voice booming in Klein's ears.

Klein listened attentively, but discovered an embarrassing fact:

He couldn't understand what the other person was saying; it was a language he had never encountered before!

...As the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, I don't even know "foreign languages"... Klein chuckled to himself, then reluctantly studied the language again, even more diligently than when he took his English listening test.

As he listened, he gradually noticed a problem:

Although the other person's language does not belong to any of the languages ​​I have studied, it is very close to Old Fussac and shows signs of similarity!

"Father... Mother... these two words should mean something like that, right? They sound similar to Old Fursac, but there are some differences..." Klein frowned, lost in thought. "Old Fursac was the common language of Quaternary humans, the source of all contemporary languages, and it itself has been gradually evolving... I have no way of being sure right now..."

He listened again and again, ruling out contemporary languages ​​such as Rune, Fusak, and Intis based on their grammatical structure and other factors.

"Is it a variant of the ancient Fusak language over a long history? Like the writing in that Antigonus family notebook?" Klein tapped his fingers on the edge of the bronze table, nodding almost imperceptibly. "There's another possibility. The ancient Fusak didn't appear out of thin air; it evolved from the language of giants... The Fusak Empire to the north has always claimed that its people have giant blood... This might be the language of giants from ancient times..."

At this point, Klein, lacking sufficient knowledge, had no choice but to pause, withdraw his spirituality, and cease both gazing and listening.

He didn't intend to immediately pull the pleading boy into the gray fog; he planned to first figure out what the other person was saying.

Of course, before that, we will frequently observe and conduct basic "assessments".

Huff... Klein let out a breath and leaned back in the magnificent Gray Mist Temple.

He enveloped himself in spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling.

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After "reviewing" Russell's diary, Klein changed into formal attire and headed to the fortune-telling club.

Despite his doubled salary, he still chose to take the public carriage, but he splurgeed on Mrs. Wendy's business, spending 1.5 pence on a cup of sweet iced tea to beat the afternoon heat.

Upon arriving at the Halls block, Klein threw the paper cup into the trash can and made his way up to the second floor.

Before entering, he pinched the bridge of his nose and activated his spiritual vision.

As soon as Klein stepped into the reception hall, he immediately sensed a faint sadness permeating the air.

The pretty receptionist, Angelica, sat there, her gaze unfocused, her eyes slightly red.

"The sadness will eventually pass," Klein said gently and calmly as he approached Angelica.

Angelica looked up abruptly, murmuring in a slightly bewildered tone:

"Mr. Moretti..."

She quickly regained consciousness and asked in surprise:

"You...you know about Mr. Vancent?"

"Oh right, I forgot you're an excellent fortune teller."

Klein sighed in agreement:

"I can only divination provide a vague picture... What exactly happened to Mr. Vancent?"

"The boss told us that Mr. Vancent suffered a sudden heart attack in his sleep and passed away peacefully," Angelica said, her voice trembling with emotion. "He was a kind, courteous, true gentleman. He was a mentor to many members. He was so young..."

"I'm sorry to have made you even more sad." Klein didn't offer any further comfort and slowly walked towards the conference room.

Angelica took out a handkerchief, wiped her eyes and nose, then looked at Klein's retreating figure and raised her voice:

"Mr. Moretti, what would you like to drink?"

"Black tea." Klein preferred this to coffee, though he didn't really like it.

He prefers ginger beer and sweet iced tea, but as a gentleman, he shouldn't act like a child in formal settings...

Because it was Monday, there were only five or six members in the meeting room. In Klein's vision, their emotions were different colors; some were genuinely sad, slightly somber, while others were almost unaffected.

"It's all normal... a normal reaction." Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, picked up his cane, and casually found a spot.

Just as he was about to turn off his spiritual vision, he suddenly saw Angelica come in and walk towards him.

"Mr. Moretti, a customer is looking for you. Hmm, it's the same one from last time," the beautiful woman said in a low voice.

"You still remember him?" Klein asked with a smile.

Hmm, I wonder if that gentleman managed to buy the miraculous potion as I suggested... I wonder if he still needs surgery...

Angelica pursed her lips and said:

"He was the only person willing to wait an afternoon at the club for a fortune-telling session."

Klein gripped his cane, stood up, and walked outside without saying a word.

In the reception hall, he saw the gentleman who had come for a divination last time, and he also saw that the color of the man's liver aura had returned to normal, and the overall harmony was also the same.

"Congratulations, the taste of good health is wonderful." Klein smiled and extended his hand.

Bogda was taken aback at first, then simultaneously reached out with both hands and firmly grasped Klein's right palm:

"Mr. Moretti, you really were able to 'see' my situation!"

"Yes, I'm cured! The doctor asked me questions again and again, examined me repeatedly, and still couldn't believe I was cured just like that!"

Listening to Bogda's ecstatic account, Klein calmly confirmed one thing:

The pharmacist at Lawson's Folk Herbal Shop is absolutely extraordinary!

I witnessed firsthand how severe the man's liver disease was, and the fact that he was cured in just a few days is beyond the reach of herbs and medical skills; only extraordinary abilities can explain it!

Adding the issue of Grassis, there's only one answer left.

"I want to confess to God that I actually doubted you, doubted that miraculous apothecary." Bogda held Klein's hand tightly, repeatedly expressing his shame and gratitude, "...That 10 pounds was well spent; it bought my life!"

什幺？10镑？你为神奇的药剂花费了10镑？而你给我的占卜费用才8便士……才8便士……8便士……便士……克莱恩听得差点呆滞。

At this moment, Bogda released his hands, took a step back with a smile, and respectfully bowed:

"I'm here today to express my gratitude. Thank you, Master Moretti, for showing me the way and saving my life."

"This is the result of the fortune telling you paid for; you don't need to thank anyone." Klein raised his head slightly, looking melancholically at the line where the wall met the ceiling, answering with the air of a charlatan.

"You are a true diviner," Bogda exclaimed. "I'm going to Vlad Street next to thank the apothecary and buy the potion he recommended."

"Weren't you already fully recovered?" Klein skillfully concealed his surprise.

Bogda glanced around and, seeing that the pretty receptionist wasn't paying attention, chuckled softly:

"Those are herbs with added mummy powder, which can be brewed into a potion that satisfies both men and women... I didn't trust that pharmacist before, but now I have no doubts at all."

...There's such a potion? Klein suddenly felt that the pharmacist was a fraud, and wondered if he had pushed the gentleman opposite him into a fire.

He looked Bogda up and down a few times to make sure there was nothing wrong with the other person's aura.

"Mummy powder?" Klein cautiously seized upon a single word and asked in return.

"Yes, mummy powder. I asked a friend about it, and he said that the nobles of Backlund have been obsessed with this stuff. This powder made from ground mummies can make men perform perfectly in bed. Although it's disgusting and sounds filthy, it's a real noble material..." Bogda explained in detail, his eyes filled with eagerness.

A mummy? A mummy made from a corpse? And powdered from it? Klein was speechless and almost spat out in front of Bogda.

Those nobles know how to play... Just as he was about to dissuade them, Grassis, who had previously suffered from lung disease, happened to enter and overheard Bogda's subsequent description.

"Yes, it's very effective. I recommend you go to 'Rosen's Folk Herbal Shop' on Vlad Street. Mr. Rosen's secret formula is very effective!" Grassis took off his monocle, leaned closer with interest, and recommended in a low voice, "My experience was very, very, very perfect."

"You knew too? I was just on my way to Mr. Rosen's herbal medicine shop." Bogda was completely relieved.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he couldn't wait to leave the fortune-telling club.

Klein still retained a slight sense of dazedness.

At 5:20 p.m., he put on a half-high silk top hat, picked up his black cane inlaid with silver, and went directly to Vlad Street by car. He planned to observe the apothecary named Rosen Darkwood in secret before deciding whether to report to the captain.

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18 Vlad Street.

Klein stood outside the herbalist's shop and saw that the door was closed and a "For Sale" sign was posted.

"...Very alert..." he muttered silently.

In this way, he wouldn't have to put himself in a difficult position or observe.

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(End of this chapter)