Lord of the Mysteries

Various colors surfaced as auras and entered Klein’s eyes. He casually studied Sir Deweyville’s condition.

He’s very healthy; there are almost no hidden problems… His emotional state is horrendous. Amid the dullness, there’s frailty… His mental state is frail? He has trouble sleeping well? But the purple aura at his head is completely fine… Klein muttered silently to himself as Sir Deweyville walked off and left the library.

Retracting his gaze, Klein pinched his forehead and sighed inwardly.

Being a tycoon sure isn’t easy…

He didn’t pay much attention to the matter and returned his gaze onto the journal issues in front of him.

Klein didn’t find a lot of clues after reading each of them. He could only confirm a few things.

Firstly, there existed an ancient kingdom on the Hornacis mountain range, as well as its surroundings. The ancient kingdom’s history dated back to at least 1500 years. Secondly, their architectural style was primarily about being grand. They left behind all sorts of murals and from those murals, it could be deduced that they believed that the Evernight would protect the loved ones of the departed. Finally, in the ruins, there were symbols that represented the Evernight everywhere, but they were clearly different from the Evernight Sacred Emblem.

“If I had a chance, no— even if I have a chance, I’ll never go there!” Klein muttered with clenched teeth. He vowed not to court death.

After tidying the journal articles and returning them back to their original spots, he put on his hat, lifted his cane, and left the Deweyville library.

…

Divination Club.

Bogda looked at the beautiful lady in charge of receiving guests and said, “I’d like to have a divination.”

Angelica smiled politely and said, “Do you have a preferred fortune-teller? Or would you like to flip through our introduction guide and choose the one that’s most suitable for you?”

Bogda pressed the right side of his abdomen and gasped silently for breath while saying, “I wish to have Mr. Klein Moretti divine for me.”

“But Mr. Moretti is not here today,” Angelica answered with uncertainty.

Bogda fell silent for a moment as he paced a few steps and asked, “When will Mr. Moretti be available?”

“No one knows. He has his own matters to deal with. From what I’ve seen, he usually comes here on Monday afternoons,” Angelica said as she pondered over the matter.

“Alright.” Bogda’s face darkened as he turned around, planning to leave.

“Sir, you can choose other fortune-tellers as well. For example, you can choose Mr. Hanass Vincent who is famous in Tingen City,” Angelica tried her best to prevent the loss of business.

Bogda stopped in his tracks and considered it for a moment before saying, “No, I only trust Mr. Moretti. Well, can I wait here for a moment? Perhaps he might come after he’s done with his matters.”

“No problem,” Angelica said with a warm smile.

Bogda went to the sofa and sat down. Sometimes he stroked his cane; at other times he looked out the window, clearly looking rather impatient.

Seconds turned to minutes. Just as Bogda’s mind was in a mess, unsure if he should continue waiting or leave, he heard the beautiful lady exclaim in pleasant surprise, “Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!”

Klein saw the familiar Angelica and was just about to ask why it was always her. Did she not need to rest or take any days off?

Instead, he had to use the tone of a charlatan and say something like: “How marvelous it is for

mind whirled as he finally replied

divination.” Angelica pointed to Bogda

top

looked over when his voice suddenly came to a

liver looking dim. It was nearly black in color. It was making the rest of his body unbalanced as his

over his words and he said in a serious expression,

the spot as he immediately gave a pleasant look of surprise while muttering, “How

wasn’t lying

…

hurriedly looked up

and might have to undergo surgery. However, I’m frightened about the surgery. I would like to divine the

Roselle had given the impetus, this era still lacks most of

fee is eight pence. Is that

in surprise. “You’re only charging eight

performance Mr. Moretti had just shown me, I’m willing to pay at least

a few seconds, he calmly smiled and replied, “It is enough just being blessed with the ability to receive revelations from the divine and catch a glimpse of fate. Therefore, we must maintain our humility and suppress

Bogda held his chest and bowed, his

Bogda’s praise and trust, Klein’s spirituality seemed to relax. As for the description of his “principles”, it also gave him

available?” He turned

sigh of relief

“Yes.”

the door.

the divination?” he

him. As for drawing an astrolabe,

to you.” Bogda had

Klein helped him shuffle and cut the deck before laying them

as a Seer, Klein did not flip the other

Things will develop badly.” he

face drained instantly and

“Is it hopeless?”

best to think of a solution, he said, “Let me try a different divination method. Please leave your ring behind. Next, write your date of birth on this piece of paper. Then, please wait

followed the instructions by writing down the

watched Bogda leave, Klein wrote a sentence on the

of Bogda Jones’s

slip and leaned back into his seat

gentleman collapse with an ashen expression. He was covered in white cloth as

He no longer felt the sense of being watched, so he quickly woke up. He knitted his brows tightly as he considered how he was going

to death… I can try the restorative ritualistic magic I learned today… but that would expose the matter of Beyonders. Besides, I have to apply for Captain’s approval first… Yeah, and I might not be able to treat such a severe disease… Klein was racking his brains when he

miraculous… What was it? Right, Lawson Darkwade, 18 Vlad Street in East Borough. Lawson’s Folk Herb Store!” As

of the table

door. When he saw Bogda stand up in a fluster,

asked pleasantly

reply him