Lord of the Mysteries

Howes Street, Divination Club.

Klein pressed down on his half top hat and walked along the stairway towards the main door.

He wasn’t dressed in his usual formal wear. Today, he was wearing a white shirt and a light-colored vest, paired with a thin black windbreaker, making him look more spirited than he had before.

This set of clothing was more suitable for combat and had only cost him one pound, including the fee for the small pocket that he had sewn into the vest. Compared to the suit he had purchased, it was so cheap that it brought tears to his eyes.

He stroked the revolver in his holster, as well as the metal bottles in his tiny inner pocket. Klein then took out the portrait and entered the Divination Club.

Without any surprise, he met the beautiful attendant, Angelica.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. I thought you would come only a few days later.” Angelica was taken aback at first before she immediately revealed a brilliant smile.

Klein took off his hat and sighed.

“Good afternoon, Miss Angelica. I had a dream at noon. I dreamed about Mr. Hanass Vincent and matters regarding him. You know that, as a fortune-teller, I absolutely cannot overlook any dream. It could be a revelation from the divine.”

Confused by his charlatan-like words, Angelica nodded in thought and asked out of curiosity, “What did you dream of?”

“I saw Hanass Vincent arguing with someone.” Klein passed her the folded piece of paper in his hand.

As Angelica unfolded the portrait, he pinched his glabella and observed the color of her emotions.

“This person…” Angelica looked at the realistic portrait and slipped into deep thought.

Klein saw her emotions turn into a ‘thinking blue’, a normal reaction.

“This person…” Angelica muttered once again. She slowly looked up and said, “I’ve met him before.”

Klein’s mind whirled as he immediately asked, “When was it?”

“I can’t remember the exact date. Maybe a month ago? I saw him send Mr. Vincent to the door and they were softly discussing something. I have a deep impression of him because of his thick and messy eyebrows, as well as Mr. Vincent’s rare smile,” Angelica described as she recalled. “Yes, he had a pair of grayish-blue eyes and, like most men his age, had little hair on his head.”

“Did you meet him again before or after that?” asked Klein gently.

Angelica shook her head.

“No, I am certain of that. I don’t even know his name. To be honest, if it wasn’t you, I would have suspected that any person showing me a portrait like this is a policeman investigating Mr. Vincent’s death. Heh, I don’t find it odd no matter what revelation you receive, for you are a true Seer.”

see a hazy corner, forever receiving revelations, but never answers. We must reflect upon them constantly and keep up our respect and fear. We must

few weeks, Klein suddenly realized that

shortsighted man who was

produce clear signs of digestion? Klein was

such fear and respect towards fate. It’s truly

Club who claimed to see through the truth and

his gaze

you know, the better you can understand

this, he checked his body’s condition and reflected on his past experiences. He could basically narrow the essence of the ‘acting’ technique

soul, making them closer to the remnant psyche in the potion, so as to gradually digest

light had to do with how the feedback strengthened one’s affirmation of particular divination actions. And these actions collectively

maintain one’s fear and respect towards fate. One cannot be too egoistical, too proud, or blindly believe one’s interpretations… These are the laws I can think of for the time being, as well as the essence of the ‘acting’ technique that will guide me towards the future. If it continues to be this successful, I won’t need half a year. Perhaps in two or three months,

Mr. Zaratul said that the Beyonder will clearly sense it when the potion is fully digested. There’s no need for anyone to teach them. It is what it is… Just like now, although my Spirit Vision has

in mind, Klein couldn’t help but thank the suited clown for

probably spend months at the Divination Club, summarizing the rules of a Seer through numerous attempts—for better or

Moretti, I sometimes even think of you as a philosopher,”

term ‘philosopher’ is used to scold

wore his hat, and left

was unaware of the gentleman’s name or identity, Klein was in no way depressed. What he learned was

…

Zouteland Street. Inside Blackthorn

portrait in his hands with his deep

wish to carry out

mention that I would head to the Divination Club to observe the reactions of its members on Hanass Vincent’s sudden death? I didn’t discover anything yesterday, but I accidentally found out today that the person in the portrait had

take this portrait to the Divination Club,

gaze away from the portrait

looks of it, the compensation

you mention the compensation at

by you?” Dunn

help of

truth and revealing the

investigate and seek the cooperation of the police department. If this clue is of any use,

us.” Klein tapped four spots on his

figure out the name and identity of the man in the portrait.

…

off, Klein didn’t immediately return home after leaving the Blackthorn Security Company. Instead,