Chapter 82: Herb Store

Klein watched them walk by. Out of curiosity, he raised his right hand and lightly tapped his glabella twice.

Various colors surfaced as auras and entered Klein's eyes. He casually studied Sir Deweyville's condition.

He's very healthy; there are almost no hidden problems... His emotional state is horrendous. Amid the dullness, there's frailty... His mental state is frail. Does he have trouble sleeping well? But the purple aura at his head is completely fine... Klein muttered silently to himself as Sir Deweyville walked off and left the library.

Retracting his gaze, Klein pinched his forehead and sighed inwardly. Being a tycoon sure isn't easy...

He didn't pay much attention to the matter and returned his gaze to the journal issues in front of him. He didn't find a lot of clues after reading each of them and could only confirm a few things.

Firstly, there existed an ancient kingdom on the Hornacis mountain range, as well as its surroundings. The ancient kingdom's history dates back to at least 1500 years. Secondly, their architectural style was primarily about being grand. They left behind all sorts of murals, and from those murals, it could be deduced that they believed that the Evernight would protect the loved ones of the departed. Finally, in the ruins, there were symbols that represented the night everywhere, but they were clearly different from the night Sacred Emblem.

"If I had a chance, no—even if I have a chance, I'll never go there!" Klein muttered and vowed not to court death.

After tidying the journal articles and returning them back to their original place, he left the Deweyville library.

...

Divination Club.

Bogda looked at the beautiful lady in charge of receiving guests and said, "I'd like to have a divination."

Angelica smiled politely. "Do you have a preferred fortune-teller? Or would you like to flip through our introduction guide and choose the one that's most suitable for you?"

Bogda pressed the right side of his abdomen. "I wish to have Mr. Klein Moretti divine for me."

"But Mr. Moretti is not here today," Angelica answered.

Bogda fell silent for a moment. "When will Mr. Moretti be available?"

"No one knows. He has his own matters to deal with. From what I've seen, he usually comes here on Monday afternoons," Angelica said.

"Alright." Bogda's face darkened as he turned around, planning to leave.

"Sir, you can choose other fortune-tellers as well. For example, you can choose Mr. Hanass Vincent, who is famous in Tingen City." Angelica tried her best to prevent the customer from leaving.

Bogda stopped. "No, I only trust Mr. Moretti. Well, can I wait here for a moment? Perhaps he might come after he's done with his matters."

"No problem," Angelica said.

Bogda went to the sofa and sat down, looking rather impatient.

Seconds turned to minutes. Soon he heard the lady say, "Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!"

Klein finally replied with a smile, "Good afternoon, Madam Angelica."

"A customer wishes to hire you for a divination." Angelica pointed to Bogda, who had hurriedly stood up from the sofa.

"Good afternoon, Sir..." He looked over when his voice suddenly came to a pause.

In his Spirit Vision, he saw the requester's liver looking dim, nearly black in color, and it was making the rest of his body unbalanced as his aura was thin in various places.

Klein said seriously, "Sir, you should see a doctor and not seek a divination."

Bogda stood stunned on the spot. "Anna wasn't lying to me..." He hurriedly looked up at Klein in earnest.

"Mr. Moretti, I've already seen a doctor and might have to undergo surgery. However, I'm frightened about the surgery. I would like to divine the outcome."

Surgery of this era is really fraught with danger... Although Emperor Roselle had given the impetus, this era still lacks most of the necessary technology. Klein didn't reject his request and nodded slightly. "My divination fee is eight pence. Is that fine?"

"Eight pence?" Bogda exclaimed. "You're only charging eight pence?"

According to Anna's description and the performance Mr. Moretti had just shown, he was expecting to pay at least a pound.

Klein smiled and replied, "It is enough just being blessed with the ability to receive revelations from the divine and catch a glimpse of fate. We must maintain our humility and suppress our greed to be bestowed with our gifts."

"You are a true seer." Bogda held his chest and bowed.

After entering the divination room, Klein instructed Bogda to lock the door.

"Shall we use tarot cards for divination?" he inquired.

"I'll leave it up to you." Bogda had no objections.

Klein helped him shuffle and cut the deck before laying them out in an Intis formation.

Thanks to his uniqueness as a Seer, Klein did not flip the other cards. Instead, he directly flipped the card that indicated the final result.

"A reversed Wheel of Fortune. Things will develop badly," he said solemnly as he shot a glance.

Bogda's face was grim. "Is it hopeless?"

As Klein tried his best to think of a solution, he said, "Let me try a different divination method. Please leave your ring behind. Next, write your date of birth on this piece of paper. Then, please wait outside quietly."

Bogda calmed down and followed the instructions. As he watched Bogda leave, Klein wrote a sentence.

"Outcome of Bogda Jones's surgery."

He picked up the ring and paper slip and leaned back into his seat before using a dream divination technique.

In a blurry and distorted world, he gradually found himself, only to see the gentleman collapse with an ashen expression. He was covered in white cloth as he was pushed out of the quaking operating room.

This time, Klein didn't encounter anything strange. He no longer felt the sense of being watched, and he quickly woke up as he considered how he was going to inform Bogda about the outcome.

Klein suddenly thought of something. "Mr. Glacis's lung disease was treated by an apothecary. He said that the medicine was extremely miraculous... It was Lawson Darkwade, 18 Vlad Street in East Borough. Lawson's Folk Herb Store."

Klein quickly remembered the details and made a decision. After using Spirit Dowsing to determine if it was a good or bad idea, Klein walked out the door. When he saw Bogda stand up in a fluster, he returned his ring to him and said, "I found hope for you."

"Really?" Bogda asked, surprised.

Klein continued. "Your hope lies in the East Borough, on Vlad Street. It's related to the single term Lawson.

If you can't find it, come back here again on Monday at four in the afternoon."

"Good." Bogda nodded and excitedly produced five pence and three pennies.

He had done according to what Klein had said, without using tips to corrupt a true seer.

Klein received the money. "I hope you will find hope as soon as possible."

After Bogda left, he handed over the commission like previously to Angelica.

...

East Borough. Vlad Street.

Bogda walked from one end of the street to the other.

Finally, he found Lawson's Folk Herb Store, numbered 18 on the street.

He walked in and caught the smell of the various herbs. The owner of the shop had short black hair and looked to be in his thirties or forties.

The boss's formal attire resembled that of a village witchdoctor. It was a deep black robe embroidered with all kinds of strange symbols.

"Hello, do you have medicine that can treat my disease?" Bogda politely asked.

The boss swept his eyes across Bogda and smiled. "Your liver disease is very serious, but the premise of everything is whether you have the money. Do you have enough to pay for the medicine?"

Bogda nodded frantically. "How much is your medicine?"

"Ten pounds. It's a very fair price." The boss fished out a bag of herbs from under the counter. "Add sufficient water and boil it into medicine. After boiling it, add ten drops of fresh rooster blood, then drink it down immediately. This bag of herbs can be cooked three times. You will be fine after three times."

As he spoke, he opened the yellowish-brown paper and threw in all sorts of strange herbs.

It sounds extremely shady. Bogda gulped down and said, "That's it?"

The boss stared at him. "Do you still want something else? What about this bag? Once you recover from your liver disease, I can give you a guarantee that your wife will be very satisfied."

He chuckled as he took out a black-paper bag of herbs and suppressed his voice. "There's mummy powder inside... Trust me, a lot of aristocrats consume this stuff. They put it in their tea or boil it as soup."

Bogda's confidence in the boss wavered to the point of feeling disgusted.

I'll believe in Mr. Moretti... He took a deep breath and pulled out the two notes from what little was left of his gold pounds.