Chapter 37: The Divination Club

Under the scorching afternoon sun, Klein left his house.

Since he had to walk all the way from Iron Cross Street to Welch's place, he wore a linen shirt instead of his formal attire of a top hat and leather boots. He wore a matching brown coat, a round felt hat, and a pair of old leather shoes. That way, he did not need to worry that his sweat would contaminate the rather expensive suit.

As he went down Daffodil Street, he strolled toward Iron Cross Street. When he passed by the square around the corner, he glanced around.

The tents had already vanished. The circus troupe from before had left after finishing their performance.

Klein originally imagined the animal trainer who had helped him tell his fortune to be a hidden expert and believed she had purposely appeared to guide him after discovering something unique about him and that she would meet him and provide hints for the future. However, none of that happened, and she left for the next stop in the tour with the circus troupe.

How can there be so many cliched tropes… Klein shook his head and turned toward Iron Cross Street.

Klein walked and recalled the Antigonus family's notebook and how it was missing. He thought of its importance to the Nighthawks and of the deaths that resulted from it.

There were far fewer streethawkers in the afternoon. The ones that stayed behind looked drowsy and listless.

The moment he entered the area, Klein's heart felt heavy, down, and gloomy for an inexplicable reason.

He sharply sensed something wrong about himself and stopped to observe his surroundings, but did not see anything strange.

Klein raised his hand and tapped his glabella. The extent of his vision immediately transformed, and the auras of the hawkers and pedestrians all appeared.

His attention was pulled away by the colors that represented gloominess.

He was unable to determine the exact thoughts of the observed, but the despondent, apathetic, and gloomy impression was deeply carved into his heart.

It was a sense of gloom that tainted them from years of repression.

Just as Old Neil said, activating his Spirit Vision easily pulled him into unfamiliar environments and made him feel discomfort. It was also easy for him to be affected by the emotions of others.

A similar principle could be used on an ability like perception. This was an ability he obtained without additional practice after becoming a Seer. It was a passive sense that could not be declined. It allowed him to directly sense the existence of anything abnormal.

There was bound to be a level of interaction when perceiving things; therefore, in the Beyonder eyes of someone like a Spirit Medium, the intensity of everyone's perception was clear. Therefore, people with high perceptivity were naturally affected by the intense atmosphere of anything abnormal. It was only through repeated practice that one was able to grasp, control, and adapt to such outcomes.

He tapped his glabella twice again and tried hard to converge his spirituality. Klein walked toward the apartment and tried to sense any abnormal existences or tiny connections while also searching for the Antigonus family's notebook, which he could have hidden.

The streets were the same as usual. There was filthy water and trash on the streets that only cleared up when he reached the apartment's entrance.

Klein pushed open the half-closed door, circling the first floor in the darkness that the sunlight could not reach, and the wooden stairs creaked constantly as he went up.

The second floor was as dim as always. Klein released his perception and looked into the darkness.

However, not only did he fail to discover any clues regarding his notebook, he even failed to see any invisible spiritual bodies.

If it's so easy to encounter them, most ordinary people would have already sensed the existence of extraordinary matters. Klein sighed in reflection.

He had already understood that most "spirits" did not exist in the form of spiritual bodies but in the form of spirituality, and that only a Spirit Medium could effectively communicate with them.

After circling the third floor once, Klein left the apartment and traced his memory's footsteps towards Welch's place, walking for a full hour but not discovering anything along the way.

Standing outside the gardened bungalow, Klein looked at the building through the locked iron gates. "There's no need for me to search Welch's place, right? Captain and Madam Daly must have done a carpet search of the place."

"Besides, I don't have the key. They can't expect me to climb the walls, right?"

"I'll try another path tomorrow."

"I've walked so much today."

While lampooning, Klein arrived at the turn of the street and was just about to seek out the carriage stop when his gaze swept past a few signboards.

"Harrods Department Store."

"Military Veterans Mess."

"Divination Club."

Divination Club… Klein silently repeated the name and recalled that he had to 'act' as a Seer.

Yes, I should take a look... and seek out new ideas...

Amid his mixed thoughts, Klein went across the street and entered the main foyer to see a female attendant.

The woman with coiled brownish-yellow hair sized up Klein before saying with a smile, "Sir, do you wish to have your fortune told, or do you wish to join our club?"

"What are the conditions for entry?" Klein asked casually.

The woman explained with familiarity, "Fill in your particulars and pay an annual membership fee. The first year is five pounds, and subsequent years will be one pound a year. Don't worry, we are not like political or business clubs, which allow entry through recommendations from formal members.

Members can freely use the club's meeting room and various divination rooms and tools. They can enjoy the coffee and tea we provide and read the newspapers and magazines we subscribe to for free. They can buy lunch, dinner, and alcoholic beverages at cost price, as well as education materials and materials needed for divination.

In addition, we invite at least one famous fortuneteller to lecture every month to answer any questions.

Most importantly, you can find a bunch of friends with the same hobbies and have an exchange with them."

Klein gave a self-deprecating smile before asking, "Then what if I want my fortune told?"