"pray?"

Klein was excited and followed the method of peeping at the "hanging man" last time, allowing his spirituality to spread and touch the crimson red.

A blurry and twisted picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and only a vaguely saw a young man with brown hair vaguely on his knees, facing a pure crystal ball.

The black tight clothing worn by the boy was completely different from the trend of the Lun Kingdom, and it was also quite different from the traditional clothing of foreign countries such as the Fsak Empire and the Intis Republic that Klein saw in magazines.

His surroundings were dim, the tables and chairs were old, and they were illuminated by the sudden light from time to time, but Klein could not hear the roar of thunder and the sound of rain falling.

In the picture, the young man held his hands against his forehead, bowed his body, and was constantly begging for something, his thick voice buzzing around Klein's ears.

Klein listened attentively, but found a fact that embarrassed him:

He couldn't understand what the other party was saying, it was a language he had never touched!

...As the mysterious master above the gray fog, I don't understand "foreign language"... Klein laughed at himself and decided carefully for a while without hesitation. He was even more serious than the English listening test.

As he listened this way, he gradually realized a problem:

Although the other party’s language does not belong to any of the subjects you have learned, it is very close to ancient Foxac and there are similar signs!

"Father...Mother...These two words should mean this? They are very similar to Gulfsak, ​​but they are certainly different..." Klein frowned and fell into thinking, "Gulfsak is the common language of human beings in the Quaternary period, the source of all contemporary languages, and it is also gradually changing... I can't confirm at all..."

He listened and listened, and excluded contemporary languages ​​such as Ruen, Fsak and Intis from grammatical construction.

"Is it a variant of the ancient fusak language in the long history? Just like the words written in the notes of the Antigonus family?" Klein tapped his fingers on the edge of the bronze table, nodding invisibly, "There is another possibility. The ancient fusak was not produced out of thin air. It evolved from the giant language... The Fsak Empire in the north has always claimed that its citizens have giant blood... This may be the giant language in the ancient times..."

At this point, Klein, who had insufficient knowledge reserves, had to pause, retract his spirituality, stop watching, and listen.

He had no intention of pulling the begging boy into the fog immediately, preparing to understand what the other party was saying first.

Of course, before this, we will observe frequently and do basic "assessment".

Huh... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in the magnificent Temple of Gray Mist.

He envelops himself with his spirituality and simulates the feeling of falling.

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After "reviewing" Rossell's diary, Klein changed into formal clothes and went out to the divination club.

With doubled his salary, he still chose to ride in a public car, but took care of Mrs. Wendy's business in luxury and spent 1.5p to buy a cup of sweet iced tea to dispel the afternoon heat.

When he arrived at the Halls neighborhood, Klein threw the paper cup into the trash can and arrived on the second floor step by step.

Before entering the door, he pinched his eyebrows and opened his spiritual vision in advance.

As soon as he stepped into the reception hall, Klein immediately felt the faint sadness here.

The beautiful reception girl Angelica sat there, her eyes dissipated and her eyes were red.

"Sadness will always pass." Klein came to Angelica and spoke gently and calmly.

Angelica looked up suddenly and murmured in a daze:

"Mr. Moretti..."

Soon, she woke up and asked in surprise:

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

"Ah yes, I forgot that you are an excellent fortune teller."

Klein sighed in cooperation:

"I can only divine the vague situation...What exactly did Mr. Vancent?"

"The boss told us that Mr. Vancent had a sudden heart disease in his sleep and passed away peacefully." Angelica said and then she cried a little. "He is a kind, polite, real gentleman. He is the spiritual mentor of many members. He is still so young..."

"I'm sorry for making you sadder." Klein did not give much comfort and walked slowly to the conference room.

Angelica took out her handkerchief, wiped her eyes and nose, then looked at Klein's back, and raised her voice and said:

"Mr. Moretti, what are you going to drink?"

"Black tea." Klein likes this more than coffee, although it doesn't feel very good.

Relatively speaking, he prefers ginger beer and sweet iced tea, but as a gentleman, he should not be like a child in formal occasions...

Because of Monday, there were only five or six members in the conference room. In Klein's spiritual vision, their emotions were different. Some were really sad, they were really slightly dim, and some were almost unaffected.

"It's all normal...a normal reaction." Klein nodded slightly, held the cane and found a random spot.

He was about to turn off his spiritual vision when he suddenly saw Angelica coming in and walked towards him.

"Mr. Moretti, there are customers looking for you, well, it was the one last time." The beautiful lady said in a low voice.

"Do you still remember him?" Klein asked with a smile.

Well, I don’t know if that gentleman bought magical potions as I told me... I don’t know if he still needs surgery...

Angelica pursed her lips and said:

"He is the only one who is willing to wait for an afternoon in the club."

Klein held the cane, stood up, and walked outside without saying anything.

In the reception hall, he saw the gentleman who came to divine last time, and also saw that the color of the aura of the other party's liver had returned to normal, and the overall coordination was the same.

"Congratulations, the health tastes so good." Klein smiled and reached out.

Bogda was stunned at first, then he immediately stretched out his hands and held Klein's right palm firmly:

"Mr. Moretti, you can indeed 'see' my situation!"

"Yes, I'm cured! The doctor asked again and again, and checked again and again, but still couldn't believe that I was cured like this!"

Listening to Bogda's ecstatic statement, Klein calmly determined something:

The pharmacist at the Rosen Folk Herbal Shop is definitely an extraordinary person!

The man in front of him had a serious liver disease, which he saw with his own eyes. He could be cured within a few days, which exceeded the power of herbs and medical skills. Only the extraordinary can explain it!

Add to the fact that Glassis is the only answer left.

"I want to confess to God, I doubt you, the magical pharmacist." Bogda held Klein's hand and refused to let go, and kept mutteringly expressing shame and gratitude, "...that 10 pounds was too valuable, it bought my life!"

What? £10? You spent £10 for the magic potion? And the divination fee you gave me was only 8p... only 8p... 8p... 8p... … … Clein almost got stunned when he heard it.

At this time, Bogda let go of his hands, took a step back with a smile, and saluted respectfully:

"I am here to express my gratitude today. Thank you, Master Moretti, for pointing out the direction for me and saving my life."

"This is the result of your payment for divination, and you don't need to thank anyone." Klein raised his head slightly, looked at the boundary between the wall and the ceiling in melancholy, and answered with a charlatan style.

"You are a real diviner," Bogda exclaimed. "I will go to Vlad Street to thank the pharmacist and buy the kind of potion he recommended."

"Aren't you healed?" Klein hid his surprise well.

Bogda looked around and saw that the beautiful receptionist did not pay attention to this place, so he smiled:

"That's a herb with mummy powder added, which can make potions that satisfy both men and women... I didn't believe that pharmacist before, and now I don't have any doubts."

...And there is this kind of potion? Klein felt that the pharmacist was a liar for a moment, and he doubted whether he had pushed the gentleman opposite into the kang.

He looked up and down at Bogda and confirmed that there was no problem with the color of the other party's aura.

"Mummy powder?" Klein asked cautiously by grabbing a word.

"Yes, mummy powder, I've consulted my friend. He said that the nobles of Beckland were chasing this kind of thing crazy. This powder made of mummy can give men a perfect performance in bed. Although it is disgusting and sounds dirty, it is the real aristocratic material..." Bogda explained in detail, his eyes full of urgency.

Mummy? Mummy made of corpses? Powder made of it? Klein was dumbfounded and almost vomited it to Bogda on the spot.

Those nobles could play... When he was about to dissuade the other party, Grassis, who had lung disease, happened to get started and heard the description of Bogda later.

"Yes, it's very effective. I recommend you to go to the 'Rosen Folk Herbal Shop' on Vlad Street. Mr. Rosen's secret formula is very effective!" Grasis took off her single-piece glasses, moved closer with interest, lowered her voice and recommended, "My experience is very, very, very perfect."

"You know too? I'm going to Mr. Rosen's folk herbal shop." Bogda was completely relieved.

After a few more greetings, he couldn't wait to leave the divination club.

And Crane still has a little dullness.

At 5:20 pm, he put on a half-height silk top hat, took a black silver-inlaid stick, and took a car to Vlad Street, intending to secretly observe the pharmacist named Rosen Duckwede first, and then decide whether to report to the captain.

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18 Vlad Street.

Klein stood outside the herbal shop and saw the door closed and the notice of transfer was close.

"...I'm very alert..." He whispered silently.

In this way, he doesn't need to make things difficult or observe.
Chapter completed!