“There is the presence of supernatural factors…” Klein’s eyes returned to normal, and he looked at Leonard and Frye.

Leonard suddenly chuckled.

“Very professional, and deserving of the title of Seer.”

Are you trying to hint at something… Klein muttered in his head.

Frye opened his suitcase and took out a silver knife and other tools. He paused and asked, “The corpse tells me that she really died of a sudden heart attack. Do you have any way to divine a more detailed answer?”

Klein nodded seriously and said, “I can attempt to combine a mediumship ritual and a dream divination. Hopefully, I’ll be able to obtain something from Mrs. Lauwis’s remaining spirituality.”

Frye maintained his cold and reserved state. He took two steps back and said, “Give it a try.”

He turned his head sideways and looked at Klein. He suddenly sighed without much fluctuation in his tone. “You’re getting more and more used to this kind of situation.”

It’s not like I wanted it… Klein had an urge to cry. He then took out the bottles of pure dew, essential oils, and herbal powder. Then, he quickly set up the mediumship ritual.

He chanted the honored titles of the Evernight Goddess in the middle of the spirituality wall and recited his prayers in Hermes.

Soon, wind spun around him and the light grew dimmer.

Klein’s eyes turned entirely black, and he repeated the divination statement, “The cause of Mrs. Lauwis’s death.

“The cause of Mrs. Lauwis’s death.”

He entered the dreamland whilst standing and ‘saw’ a translucent spirit lingering around the corpse.

Then, he extended his illusory right hand to touch Mrs. Lauwis’s remaining spirituality.

In an instance, light burst out in front of him as scenes flashed past, one after another.

There was a skinny and sallow lady dressed in ragged clothes, busily making matchboxes.

She suddenly paused and held her chest.

She was speaking to her two children.

Her body wavered as she gasped for air.

black bread

was having the symptoms of a

was feeling weary and got into bed, but she never

trace of the supernatural factor. But when everything ended, he

the wall of spirituality and said to the waiting Frye and

were no direct symptoms. Most of the scenes revealed that Mrs. Lauwis had a heart ailment a long time ago. The only scene that was different was when Mrs. Lauwis was patted on the back by someone. The hand was fair and slender,

very, very sick. Even if they were to queue at a free charity hospital, time is not something they can afford to lose. A day without work might mean no food

corpse on the bed and sighed

you implying that the supernatural factor came into play

is merely my interpretation.

to the other side of the bed and allowed Frye to

and covering the corpse, he turned around and said, “Her death

walked to the side of the door, paused for quite a while before saying, “That’s it for now. Let’s head over to the workhouse in West Borough. We’ll see if we can

only hope,” Klein agreed, still filled

picked up his suitcase and while skipping and walking, he carefully went across the

first.

thought for a moment before adding, “Don’t be in a hurry to bury the body. Wait for another day, as there might be one more

in a hurry. Then, feeling numbed and lost, he said, “A-actually, I… I don’t have the money to bury her just yet. I have to save for another few days, just a few more

on letting the corpse remain in the room for a

“Yea, thankfully, the weather became colder recently. I can move the body onto the table

he had to say, Frye suddenly interrupted,

calmness, he exited the apartment directly, unbothered by Lauwis’s shocked expression and gratitude

closely and thought of

hot as June or July, how would Lauwis deal

Tussock River or the

years ago, at the end of the previous Epoch. The seven major churches and imperial households from each country had approved the law in order to cut down on the number of water

church was in charge of keeping watch and patrolling. They only charged minimum fees for cremation and burial in order to pay for

so, the truly poor still couldn’t afford

Bitsch Mountbatten parted ways. Silently, they took a turn to the nearby workhouse in

queue. It was just like when the people from the Foodaholic Empire

he muttered in surprised. He saw the people queuing were in tattered clothes with numb expressions. They only occasionally

will accept daily. They can only take them in based on the queue order. Of course, the workhouse will examine and refuse entry to

recent months has played a part

manage to queue will have to figure out

can also try their luck in the other workhouses. Different workhouses have different operating hours. However, each one has the same long line. Some of them would wait from two in the afternoon.” Frye paused. “The rest of the people mostly starve for a day. Then, they lose their ability to find a job and fall into a vicious cycle that leads directly to death. Those who can’t withstand the hardship end up losing their struggle to stay on

a few seconds

never publish any of this… Mr. Frye, I hardly ever

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