Part 1 The Joker Chapter 82 The Herbalist’s Shop
Various colors surfaced and auras were reflected in his eyes as Klein casually examined Sir Dwyer’s state.
”Very healthy, few hidden problems …… Very poor mood, weakness in the midst of gloom …… Mental weakness? Poor sleep? But the thing is, there’s not a single problem with the purple color of his head …… “In the midst of Klein’s wordless self-muttering, Sir De Vere and his party walked further and further away from the library.
Retracting his gaze, Klein pinched his forehead and secretly sighed:
”It’s not easy to be a tycoon ……”
He didn’t pay much attention to this matter and redirected his sight to the journals and magazines in front of him.
After reading through one after another, Klein didn’t find too many useful clues, but only confirmed a few things:
First of all, an ancient kingdom did exist in and around the main peak of the Honachis Mountain Range; secondly, the history of this ancient kingdom could be traced back to at least fifteen hundred years ago; thirdly, their architectural style was predominantly grandiose, leaving behind a variety of murals, from which it could be seen that they believed that after a person’s death, they would shelter their relatives in the darkness of the night; and lastly, in those ruins, there were symbols of the darkness of the night everywhere symbols, yet distinctly different from the Holy Emblem of the Black Night.
”If there is a chance, no, even if there is a chance, I won’t go there!” Klein whispered through clenched teeth, deciding to stay away from death.
He gathered up the journals and magazines and put them back in their original places, then, putting on his bowler hat and lifting his cane, he left the Devereux Library.
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Diviner’s Club.
Borgata looked at the pretty lady in charge of reception and said:
”I would like to divine.”
Angelica smiled politely:
”Do you have a designated diviner? Or, look through our introductions and choose the one that best suits you.”
Borgata pressed the right side of her abdomen and sucked in a silent breath:
”I would like to ask Mr. Klein Moretti to do my divination.”
”But Mr. Moretti is not in today.” Angelica replied without having to confirm.
Borgata was silent for a moment and paced back and forth twice saying:
”When will Mr. Moretti come over?”
”No one knows; he has his own affairs. From what I’ve observed, he comes most often on Monday afternoons.” Angelica said as she thought.
”Good.” Borgata’s face darkened and she turned with the intention of leaving.
”Sir, you could also pick another soothsayer, such as the famous Mr. Heinas Vansant of Tingen.” Angelica did her best to save the business.
Borgata paused and hesitantly said:
”No, I only trust Mr. Moretti, um, can I wait here for a while? Maybe he’ll come over when he’s done with his own business.”
”No problem.” Angelica smiled warmly.
Borgata made her way to the couch area and sat down, rubbing her cane from time to time and looking out the window, looking rather agitated.
Time passed, and just as Borgata’s head was in turmoil as to whether he should leave or continue to wait, he heard the pretty lady call out in surprise:
”Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!”
Seeing the familiar Angelica, Klein was about to casually ask why are you here again, don’t you need a break, don’t you have a vacation?
However, he immediately considered that he was a soothsayer and should not ask a similar question, and instead should have said in the tone of a diviner, Fate is truly wondrous, Ms. Angelica, we meet once again.
Uh, would that be like striking up a conversation? Klein’s thoughts raced, and in the end he only smiled in reply:
”Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica.”
”There is a guest who would like to see you for divination.” Angelica said as she pointed to Borgata who was scrambling to her feet in the couch area.
I can’t believe someone appointed me? Crane removed his half-height silk bowler hat in surprise and pinched his brow twice in passing.
”Good afternoon, this gentleman ……,” he gazed away, his words coming to an abrupt halt.
In his “psychic vision”, the color of the soothsayer’s liver was dark, almost black, which in turn threw the rest of his body out of balance and thinned his aura.
Klein deliberated and said with a serious expression:
”This gentleman, you should see a doctor, not come for divination.”
Bogda froze there, then revealed a look of surprise and muttered:
”It’s really magical ……”
”Anna didn’t lie to me ……”
……
He jerked his head up and looked pleadingly at Klein:
”Mr. Moretti, I’ve actually seen the doctor, and there might be a surgery coming up next, but I’m fearful of surgery and would like to divine the outcome.”
Surgery in this era is still really very dangerous …… Although there is a push from Rossel the Great, it still lacks a lot of necessary technological points …… Klein didn’t refuse and nodded slightly:
”The price of my divination is 8p, is there a problem?”
”Eight pence?” Bogda uttered in shock, “You actually charge only 8p?”
Going by Anna’s description and the way Mr. Moretti had just acted, I would have been willing to give at least a pound!
Never heard of thin margins? Klein was embarrassed for a moment, and after thinking for a few seconds, the corners of his mouth turned up and he replied calmly and calmly:
”It is fortunate enough to receive revelations from the gods and get a glimpse of destiny, so we must remain humble and restrain our greed, only then can we continue to receive our gifts.”
”You are a true diviner.” Bogda pressed his hand to his chest and made a bow, his tone very sincere.
Feeling this praise and belief, Klein’s spirituality seemed to relax again, and the “code of conduct” just described seemed to touch him.
”Miss Angelica, is the Citrine Room available?” He turned his head to look at the pretty lady next to him.
Angelica quietly breathed a sigh of relief for Borgata and smiled sweetly:
”It is possible.”
Once inside the divination room, Klein told Borgata to unlock the door while he himself sat down behind the table and pinched his forehead.
”How about we use tarot cards for divination?” He inquired with a smile.
”The Pendulum Method was only good for things related to oneself, and drawing an astrolabe was too time-consuming.
”You decide.” Bogda had no comment.
So Klein had him shuffle the cards, cut them, and set up an Innistis spread.
Relying on his special status as a “soothsayer”, Klein didn’t turn over the other cards, and directly lifted the one that symbolized the final result.
”Reversed Wheel of Fortune, things will go in a bad direction.” He glanced at it and said in a solemn tone.
Bogda’s face instantly paled as he opened and closed his lips a few times and said:
”There’s no hope?”
Klein said upholding the idea of doing his best:
”Then I will change my method of divination, please leave your ring and write your birth year, month and day on this piece of paper, then go outside and wait quietly.”
Infected by his gentle and soothing voice, Bogda calmed down and wrote the message as instructed, leaving her ring behind.
Witnessing the other man out the door, Klein wrote a line of words on the paper on which he had recorded the message:
”Results of Bogda Jones’ liver surgery.”
He picked up the ring and the paper, leaned back in his chair, and tried the “dream divination method” again.
In the misty, distorted world, he gradually found himself, saw the gentleman’s pale face fall, saw him covered with a white cloth, and was pushed out of the shaky operating room.
This time, Klein didn’t encounter anything strange, didn’t experience that feeling of being watched, and he quickly awoke, his brow furrowed slightly as he considered what to tell Borgata about the results.
Surgery is very likely to result in death …… The ritual magic for healing that I just learned today would be something to try …… But it would reveal the matter of the Extraordinary One, and it would have to be requested from the captain first… …Well, it may not be able to cure such a serious disease …… Klein thought hard and suddenly something came to mind.
”Mr. Grassis’s lung disease was cured by a pharmacist, and he said that the other party’s potion was very magical …… What was it called? Yes, Rosen Duckweed, 18 Vlad Street, East End, ‘Rosen’s Folk Herbalist’!” Because he had memorized the matter by heart in the first place, Klein quickly recalled the details.
He tapped his fingers on the edge of the table and quickly made a decision.
Using the “Spirit Pendulum Method” to quickly determine the goodness of the idea, Klein opened the door and looked at Bogda who stood up in a panic, handing back the ring while smiling warmly:
”I see your hope.”
”Really?” Bogda asked back in surprise.
Klein didn’t answer and said to himself:
”Your hope is on the East Side, on Vlad Street, and it has something to do with the word ‘Rosen’.”
”If you don’t find it, meet me back here after four o’clock Monday afternoon.”
”Okay, okay.” Borgata nodded repeatedly, excitedly pulled out his wallet and counted out a fivepence and three onepence.
He had done exactly as Klein had just instructed, and had not corrupted the real Diviner with a tip.
Klein took it with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth and said with a warm smile:
”I hope you find hope soon.”
When Borgata left, he did the same as last time, paying both the draw and tipping Angelica, pretending that he had received 1 Soule.
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East End, Vlad Street.
Bogda walked from the street to the end of the street, three times enough to make his liver ache again.
Finally, he confirmed that there was only one thing on the street that had anything to do with “Rosen”, and that was “Rosen’s Folk Herb Shop”, located at number 18.
Gathering his courage, he went inside, smelled various herbs, and saw that the owner of the store was a man in his thirties or forties with short black hair and a round face.
This owner was wearing a costume similar to that of a village witch doctor, with long, dark robes embroidered with all sorts of strange symbols.
”Hello, do you have a potion that can cure my illness?” Bogda asked ceremoniously.
That boss raised his head and swept Bogda with his deep blue eyes, the corner of his mouth curling slightly as he said:
”You have a serious disease in your liver, but everything presupposes that you have money, enough to pay for the potion?”
He could tell? Bogda hallowed a few more points of confidence, and flusteredly nodded his head and said:
”How much is your potion worth?”
”Ten pounds, that’s fair.” The owner casually pulled out a packet of herbs from under the counter and said, “Add water, enough water, and boil it together to make a potion, add ten drops of fresh rooster’s blood to it after boiling, then drink it immediately. This packet of herbs can be boiled three times, after three times there should be no problem.”
As he spoke, he unwrapped the tawny paper and threw a few more strange herbs into it.
Sounds very unbelievable ah …… Bogda swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said:
”That’s it?”
The boss gazed at him and suddenly broke into a smile and said:
”You want something else? How about this pack? It’s guaranteed to please you and your lady when your liver heals.”
He heatedly pulled out another packet of black paper herbs and lowered his voice:
”It has added mummy powder in it …… Believe me, many nobles are taking this stuff, putting it in their tea, or boiling it in soup.”
…… Bogda’s confidence in his boss was completely shaken, even feeling nauseous.
I trust Mr. Moretti …… He took a deep breath, pulled out his wallet, and extracted two bills of the largest denomination from the few gold pounds left.