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.”

said, “A true Seer would understand how minuscule he truly is compared to the vastness of fate. We can only see a hazy corner, forever receiving revelations, but never answers. We must reflect upon them constantly and

the past few weeks, Klein suddenly realized that

like a shortsighted man who was

clear signs of digestion? Klein was

such fear and respect towards

to see through the truth and change

his gaze and

the better you can understand how small we

his past experiences. He could basically narrow the essence of the ‘acting’ technique to ‘actions corresponding to the name of the

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

made one’s spirituality feel light had to do with how the feedback strengthened one’s affirmation of particular

revelations and guide them in a better direction; yet constantly 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

There’s no need for anyone to teach them. It is what it is… Just like now, although my Spirit Vision has been enhanced a little, I know very well that

couldn’t help but thank the suited

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

think of you as a philosopher,” Angelica said with a

of friends, the term ‘philosopher’ is used

that said, he bowed, wore his hat, and left after bidding

no way depressed. What he learned was sufficient enough for him to engage in the next phase of

Zouteland Street. Inside

at the portrait in his hands with

carry out a search

anything yesterday, but I accidentally found out today that the person in the portrait had appeared

Even if Dunn Smith were to take this portrait to the Divination Club, he would get the same

away from

the compensation

the compensation at this point in time… Klein maintained

this drawn by you?” Dunn asked

help

and revealing the whole

more sets. I’ll get Kenley and Royale to investigate and

spots on his chest as he appeared

and identity of the

Security Company. Instead, he

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