Chapter 95 "The Invoker"

"pray?"

Klein regained his spirits. Following the method of peeping at "The Hanged Man" last time, he spread his spirituality and touched the crimson.

A blurry and distorted picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he could only vaguely see a brown-haired teenager on his knees, facing a pure crystal ball.

The black tights that the boy was wearing was completely different from the fashion trend of the Loen Kingdom, and it was also quite different from the traditional clothes in foreign countries such as the Feysac Empire and the Intis Republic that Klein had seen in magazines.

The environment around him was dim, the tables and chairs were outdated, and they were illuminated by flashes of light from time to time, but Klein could not hear the roar of thunder and the sound of rain dripping.

In the picture, the young man clasped his hands against his forehead, bowed his body forward, and was constantly praying for something, his thick voice buzzing in Klein's ears.

Klein listened intently, but discovered an embarrassing fact:

He couldn't understand what the other party was saying, it was a language he had never been exposed to before!

...As the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, I don't even know "foreign languages" ... Klein laughed at himself, and reluctantly made a careful distinction for a while, even more serious than when he took the English listening test.

Listening to this, he gradually realized a problem:

Although the language of the other party does not belong to any of the languages ​​he has learned, it is very close to the ancient Feysac language, and there are signs of similarity!

"Father...Mother...these two words should mean this, right? It's very similar to Old Feysac, but it's different..." Klein frowned and fell into thought, "Old Feysac It is the lingua franca of human beings in the Quaternary Age, the source of all contemporary languages, and it itself is gradually changing... I have no way of determining it now..."

He listened and listened, excluding contemporary languages ​​such as Ruen, Feysac, and Intis from grammatical constructions and so on.

"Is it a variant of the ancient Feysac language in the long history? Like the words written on the Antigonus family notebook?" There is another possibility. Ancient Feysac was not created out of thin air. It was derived from the language of giants... The Feysac Empire in the north has always claimed that its citizens have the blood of giants... This may be the language of giants in ancient times... "

At this point, Klein, who had insufficient knowledge reserves, had to pause and withdraw his spirituality, no longer watching or listening.

He didn't intend to immediately pull the pleading boy into the gray fog, ready to first understand what the other party was talking about.

Of course, before that, you will often observe and do basic "assessment".

Phew... Klein sighed and leaned back in the magnificent gray fog temple.

He wrapped himself in spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling.

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After "reviewing" Roselle's diary, Klein changed into his formal clothes and went out to the divination club.

Even though his salary was doubled, he still chose to take the stagecoach. He just took care of Mrs. Wendy's business extravagantly, and bought a cup of sweet iced tea for 1.5 pence to disperse the heat of the afternoon.

When he reached the Halls block, Klein threw the paper cup into the trash can and reached the second floor step by step.

Before entering the door, he pinched his brows and turned on Spirit Vision in advance.

As soon as he stepped into the reception hall, Klein immediately felt a touch of sadness here.

The beautiful reception girl Angelica sat there, her eyes were slack and her eyes were red.

"Sadness will always pass." Klein came to Angelica and spoke gently and calmly.

Angelica raised her head abruptly and murmured a little blankly:

"Mr Moretti..."

Soon, she woke up and asked in surprise:

"You, do you know about Mr. Vincent?"

"Ah yes, I forgot that you are an excellent fortune teller.

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Klein cooperated with a sigh and said:

"I can only divine the vague situation... What happened to Mr. Vincent?"

"The boss told us that Mr. Vincent suffered a heart attack in his sleep and passed away peacefully." Angelica said with a bit of tears, "He was a kind and polite person. , A real gentleman, he is the spiritual mentor of many members, he, he is still so young..."

"I'm sorry to make you sadder even more." Klein didn't offer much comfort, and walked slowly to the conference room.

Angelica took out a handkerchief, wiped her eyes and nose, then looked at Klein's back and said in a high voice:

"Mr Moretti, what would you like to drink?"

"Black tea." Klein liked this more than coffee, although it didn't feel very good.

Relatively speaking, he prefers ginger beer and sweet iced tea, but as a gentleman, formal occasions should not be like a child...

Because of Monday, there were only five or six members in the conference room. In Klein's spiritual vision, their emotions were different. Some were really sad, some were really dim, and some were hardly affected.

"It's all normal... a normal reaction." Klein nodded invisibly, holding a cane and finding a spot at will.

He was about to turn off his spiritual vision, when he suddenly saw Angelica come in and walk towards him.

"Mr. Moretti, a customer is looking for you, um, the one from last time." The beautiful lady lowered her voice.

"Do you remember him?" Klein asked with a smile.

Well, I don't know if the gentleman bought the magic potion according to my tips...I don't know if he still needs surgery...

Angelica pursed her lips and said:

"He is the only one who is willing to wait at the club for an afternoon."

Klein held the cane, stood up, and walked outside without saying a word.

In the reception hall, he saw the gentleman who came to divination last time, and also saw that the color of the aura of the other party's liver returned to normal, and the overall coordination was the same.

"Congratulations, the taste of health is so good." Klein smiled and stretched out his hand.

Bogda was stunned for a moment, and immediately reached out his hands at the same time, firmly grasping Klein's right palm:

"Mr Moretti, you can really 'see' my situation!"

"Yes, I'm cured! The doctor asked again and again, checked over and over, and still can't believe I'm cured like this!"

Listening to Bogda's ecstatic statement, Klein calmly confirmed one thing:

The pharmacist at the Lawson Folk Herbal Shop is absolutely extraordinary!

How serious is the liver disease of the gentleman in front of him, I saw it with my own eyes, and he can be cured within a few days, which has surpassed the power of herbal medicine and medical skills, only Extraordinary can explain it!

Add to that the Glacis affair, and there's only one answer left.

"I want to repent to God, I actually doubted you and that miraculous pharmacist." Bogda held Klein's hand and refused to let go, and kept expressing shame and gratitude, "...the 10 pounds It was so valuable, it bought my life back!"

What? 10 pounds? You spent 10 pounds for the magic potion? And the divination fee you gave me was only 8p...only 8p...8p...penny... Klein was almost sluggish.

At this time, Bogda released his hands, took a step back with a smile on his face, and saluted respectfully:

"I'm here today to express my gratitude. Thank you, Master Moretti, for showing me the way and saving my life."

"This is the result of the divination you paid for, and you don't need to thank anyone." Klein raised his head slightly, looked at the boundary between the wall and the ceiling melancholy, and answered in a charismatic manner.

"You are a true fortune-teller." Bogda said with admiration, "I will go to Vlad Street to thank the pharmacist and buy the medicine he recommended."

"Aren't you healed?" Klein well concealed his surprise.

Bogda looked around and saw that the beautiful reception lady was not paying attention, so he smiled lowly:

"It's a herbal medicine with mummy powder added, and it can make a potion that will satisfy both men and women... I didn't trust that pharmacist before, and now I don't doubt it at all."

...and this medicine? For a while, Klein felt that the pharmacist was a liar, and wondered if he pushed the gentleman across from him into the heated kang.

He glanced up and down Bogda and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the color of the other party's aura.

"Mummy powder?" Klein cautiously grabbed a word and asked back.

"Yes, mummy powder, I asked my friend, and he said that the nobles of Backlund have been chasing this kind of thing. This kind of powder made from mummies can give men a perfect performance in bed, although it It's disgusting, it sounds dirty, but it's real aristocratic stuff..." Bogda explained in detail, his eyes full of urgency.

mummy? Mummies made of dead bodies? The powder it's ground into? Klein was dumbfounded, and almost vomited to Bogda on the spot.

Those nobles can play... When he was about to dissuade the other party, Glacis, who had suffered from lung disease before, just entered the door and heard the description behind Bogda.

"Yes, it's very effective. I recommend you to go to 'Rosen's Folk Herb Shop' on Vlad Street. Mr. Rosen's esoteric formula is very effective!" Glacis took off his monocle and approached with interest , recommending in a low voice, "My experience was very, very, very perfect."

"You know? I'm going to Mr. Rosen's folk herbal shop." Bogda was completely relieved.

After a few more greetings, he couldn't wait to leave the divination club.

And Klein still remained a little sluggish.

At 5:20 in the afternoon, he put on a half-height silk top hat, grabbed a black cane inlaid with silver, and drove directly to Vlad Street, intending to secretly observe the pharmacist named Rosen Darkweed first. , and then decide whether to report to the captain.

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18 Vlad Street.

Klein stood outside the herbal shop and saw that the door was closed and a notice of transfer was posted.

"...Very alert..." He whispered silently.

In this way, he doesn't need to be embarrassed, and he doesn't need to observe.

PS: The third is to ask for a recommendation ticket~