Seeing Klein's expression was surprised, Angelica suddenly felt a little shaken:

"Isn't it? Mr. Glassis said that you can see that there is a disease hidden in his lungs by just observing..."

She spoke more and more and more, and finally closed her mouth.

Observation? The eyebrows were black. Klein suddenly realized, shook his head and laughed:

"I think Mr. Glassis is a misunderstanding."

He originally planned to just say something perfunctory, but suddenly he thought that no one asked him to divine yesterday afternoon, which led to the process of playing the "Divider" being very unsuccessful. So he made a brain teaser and explained briefly:

"This is actually a kind of divination."

"Divine? But Mr. Grasis only mentioned that you observed his face, which is also considered divination?" Angelica asked back in surprise and confusion.

Klein smiled calmly:

"As a member of the divination club, you should know palmistry?"

Palmography is not the patent of the foodie empire. Even on Earth, India and old Europe have developed a set of theories, not to mention that it is a world with extraordinary power today.

"I know, but you didn't seem to show him the palmistry? I was secretly observing it?" Angelica asked curiously.

"I'm looking at the face," Klein mumbled, "there is no essential difference between its principle and palmistry."

"Really?" Angelica's eyes were full of disbelief.

In order to develop the career of the "Divider", Klein chuckled, pretended to be thinking, and raised his hand and tapped his eyebrows twice.

Looking at him intently, Angelica's aura appeared in his eyes, with her head purple, her hands and feet red, and her throat blue... There was no problem with her health, but the colors were slightly dim, but this was a normal state of fatigue.

Klein looked at the other person's emotions again and saw a little red and blue mixed in orange, which was a little excitement and thought in warmth.

Fortunately... I found that it was this kind of abnormal situation. Klein planned to turn off his spiritual vision. At this moment, he suddenly saw a thick darkness hidden deep in Angelica's emotional color.

"And, she lacks a little white positive attitude..." Klein nodded thoughtfully.

"Mr. Moretti, are you looking at my face?" Seeing the young gentleman in black formal attire in front of him suddenly silent and looked at himself seriously. Angelica keenly noticed something and asked half curiously and half worriedly.

Klein didn't answer immediately, and tapped his eyebrows lightly, looking attentively.

Just when Angelica was a little uneasy, he spoke gently:

"Ms. Angelica, some are sad and some are painful, don't seal it in your heart."

Angelica's eyes widened and her mouth opened, but she couldn't speak.

She looked at Klein, who was wearing a half-tall hat and had a distinct academic temperament, and heard the other person say in a low, soothing and warm voice:

"You need a mountain climb, a tennis match, or a sad drama that makes your body exhausted by exercise, lets tears flow down without covering, and then cry and scream, and burst out those emotions completely."

“This is also very helpful for your health.”

The words were heard in my ears, and Angelica seemed to have turned into a statue, standing there, motionless.

She blinked hard, lowered her head in panic, and said in a muffled voice:

"Thank you for your advice..."

"It seems that there are many members today?" Klein didn't say anything more, just like he didn't do any divination just now, looking sideways towards the conference room at the end of the corridor.

"On Sunday afternoon...at least 50 members..." Angelica's voice was still a little hoarse, and the description only mentioned a few keywords.

She paused, and her speech gradually returned to normal:

"Do you want black tea or coffee?"

"Tibe Black Tea." Klein nodded slightly, took off his hat politely, and then slowly walked towards the conference room.

Angelica did not breathe slowly until he disappeared by the door.

…………

The conference room at the Divination Club is very large, almost twice as big as that of Klein High School classroom.

Usually there were only five or six members here, which seemed very empty. At this time, dozens of "thanks" sat in different positions in groups of three or three, filling most of the space at once.

The sun shone in through several convex windows, and the members either whispered to discuss, or gathered around Hainas Vancent to ask questions, or practiced, tried divination, or drank coffee alone, and read newspapers.

Such a picture gave Klein a feeling of returning to his student days on Earth, but it was more lively and noisy at that time, without the silence.

He looked around and didn't see two acquaintances, Glassis and Edward Steve, so he took the divination teaching materials used in this public, found a corner, and read them leisurely.

After a while, Angelica came in with a cup of black tea and placed it on the table in front of Klein.

She was about to leave quietly when she suddenly saw Mr. Moretti untied a unique silver chain from the cuff of his left hand, with a pure citrine hanging on it.

What was he going to do? Angelica slowed down unconsciously and stared at Klein.

Klein held the silver chain in his left hand and dropped the citrine straight onto the cup of Siberian black tea, making it only a little different from the liquid surface to contact.

He half closed his eyes with a quiet expression, and the atmosphere around him suddenly became quiet.

The pure citrine moved slightly, and rotated clockwise with a unique silver chain.

Seeing this scene, Angelica only felt that Mr. Moretti was extremely mysterious.

"Your black tea is not bad." Klein opened his eyes and whispered with a smile.

His actions just now were made intentionally, deliberately for Angelica to show!

If someone asks you to divine quickly, Angelica, who is responsible for reception and recommendation, is actually a very critical factor!

Since he was going to play the role of "Divider", Klein no longer had any worries and truly devoted himself to this identity.

"...Yes, Mr. Vannas is very picky about the quality of black tea." Angelica said in a daze.

At this time, Klein took back the spirit pendulum, wrapped it again, then picked up the white patterned porcelain cup, and gave a smile to the other party.

…………

Angelica returned to the reception hall and was in no mood to read the magazine. She sat there, dazed and didn't know what she was thinking.

It was not until a knock on the door that she suddenly woke up, and hurriedly looked at the entrance and saw a lady in a light blue dress.

The lady took off her gauze hat with pink and blue ribbons, and her expression was quiet and melancholy.

"Good afternoon, noble lady, do you want to join the club or find someone to do divination?" Angelica greeted her with familiarity.

"I want to divine." The lady with beautiful eyes but melancholy hidden eyes bit her lower lip and said.

Angelica first asked the other party to sit on the sofa, and then introduced the member's divination situation in detail.

She took the picture album and handed it over and said:

“You can pick any one.”

The low-spirited lady carefully flipped the picture album because there were too many members in the club today and there was too much room for selection, which made her feel upset.

"Can you recommend one? It's on these pages." She pointed to the middle part of the album and omitted the diviners who were priced above 2 sulle and below 4 pence.

Angelica took back the picture album, read it for a few minutes, and said carefully:

“I recommend this gentleman.”

The young lady with uneasiness looked at it intently and found that it was a fortune teller named "Kline Moretti".

"…Mr Moretti just joined the club...is the level worth trusting?" she asked with concern.

Angelica nodded affirmatively:

"A member and I were sure that Mr Moretti was an excellent fortune teller. If it weren't for just joining the club, he wouldn't have charged only such a low fee."

"I understand." The melancholy lady nodded, "Then I will ask Mr. Moretti to divine."

"Okay, wait a moment." Angelica took the picture album, got up and walked towards the conference room.

She came to Klein and lowered her voice:

"Mr. Moretti, someone asked you to divinate. Which divination room do you need to use?"

The effect is good, the first "business" comes... Klein put down the black tea cup, nodded calmly and said:

“Citrine Room.”

"Okay." Angelica slowly led the way forward and opened the wooden door of the citrine room.

Klein sat behind the table where many divination instruments were placed, and waited for dozens of seconds. He saw a woman in a light blue long skirt, in a low and melancholy mood coming in.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the other party closing the door with his backhand, he tapped his eyebrows twice.

"The yellow in the stomach is a little dull... The darkness of the emotions is very heavy, mainly worrying and uneasiness..." Klein looked carefully, leaned back slightly, raised his hand to close his spiritual vision.

"Hello, Mr. Moretti." The woman in a light blue dress sat down.

"Good afternoon, what should I call you?" Klein asked politely, without expecting to get an answer.

As a keyboard powerhouse, he knows that many people are unwilling to use their real names when divining.

"You can call me Anna." The woman in a light blue long dress put her gauze aside and looked at Klein with expectation and suspicion. "I want to divine the situation of my fiancé. For a business, he went to the South Mainland in March. On the third day of last month, he sent a telegram to me and his family, saying that he was about to set sail and return. However, twenty days have passed, he still has not returned. I initially thought it was the weather caused by the violent sea, but today, more than a month has passed, and the "Alfalfa" he was riding on has not arrived at Port Enmat."

The ocean that separates the Northern and Southern continents is called the Furious Sea. It is famous for its numerous natural disasters and numerous dangerous rivers. If Emperor Rossell had not sent people to explore several relatively safe waterways, the countries in the Northern continent might not have started the colonial era until today, let alone laying undersea cables and completing the structure of wired telegraphs.

Klein looked at his true first client in his "Divider" career and asked cautiously:
Chapter completed!