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?

to use the

I’m hitting on her? Klein’s mind whirled as he finally replied with a smile, “Good afternoon,

you for a divination.” Angelica pointed to Bogda who had hurriedly stood

Klein took off his half top hat in

when his voice suddenly came to

was nearly black in color. It was making the rest

a serious expression, “Sir, you should see

on the spot as he immediately gave a pleasant look of surprise while

lying

…

hurriedly looked up at Klein in

I’ve already seen a doctor and might have to undergo surgery. However, I’m frightened about the surgery. I would like

had given the impetus, this era still

eight pence. Is

exclaimed in surprise. “You’re

just shown me, I’m willing to

blessed with the ability to receive revelations from the divine and catch a glimpse of fate. Therefore, we must maintain our humility and suppress our greed. Only by doing so, can we continue being

are a true seer.” Bogda held his chest and bowed,

spirituality seemed to relax. As for the description of his “principles”, it

available?” He turned

relief for Bogda

“Yes.”

the divination room, Klein instructed Bogda to lock the door. Then, he sat

we use tarot cards for the divination?” he inquired

only suitable to determine matters related to him. As for drawing an astrolabe, it was

leave it up to you.” Bogda had no

Klein helped him shuffle and cut the deck

did not flip the other cards. Instead, he directly flipped the card that

will develop badly.” he said solemnly

in Bogda’s face drained instantly and

“Is it hopeless?”

“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

comforting tone, Bogda calmed down and followed the instructions by

leave, Klein wrote a

of Bogda

paper slip and leaned back into his seat before using a dream divination

world, he gradually found himself, only to see the gentleman collapse with an ashen expression. He was covered in

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 inform Bogda about

have to apply for

an apothecary. He said that the medicine was extremely miraculous… What was it? Right, Lawson Darkwade, 18 Vlad Street in East Borough. Lawson’s Folk Herb Store!” As he tried his

the table and quickly made

good or bad idea, Klein walked out the door. When he saw Bogda stand up in

Bogda asked

reply him as