Chapter 38 Amateurs

Hearing Klein's question, the beautiful lady with long brown-yellow hair elegantly curled up showed no impatience at all, and kept a polite smile and said:

"Our members are free to help people in the club for divination and determine the price themselves. We only take a very small percentage of the fee. If you want to do divination, you can take a look at this picture book, which contains the introduction of members who are willing to do divination for others. and price."

"However, today is Monday afternoon. Most of our members are at work and busy. Only less than five came over..."

As she spoke, she asked Klein to sit down on the sofa by the window in the reception hall, and then opened the album on the opposite side, pointing out the current members of the club:

"Hainas Vancente, a well-known fortune teller in Tingen, a resident instructor at the club, is good at divination in various ways, and charges 4 soules each time."

It's so expensive... This can make me and Benson and Melissa have two hearty dinners... Klein secretly stunned and didn't answer.

Seeing this, the lady with brown hair in a bun continued to turn the pages and introduced them one by one:

"...The last one, Glacis, a member who just joined the club this year, has mastered tarot divination, and charges 2 pence each time."

"Sir, who would you like to choose?"

Klein did not answer politely at all:

"Mr. Glacis."

"..." The beautiful lady in charge of the reception was silent for two seconds, "Sir, I must remind you in advance that Mr. Glacis can only be considered a beginner."

"Understood, I will be responsible for my decision." Klein nodded with a smile.

"...Then please follow me." The pretty lady got up and led Klein into the door next to the reception hall.

There is a corridor that is not too long, and at the end is an open conference room. It is full of sunlight, there are tables and chairs, newspapers, magazines, playing cards and other things are placed, and the faint aroma of coffee wafts from it.

When there were still two rooms away from the conference room, the beautiful lady in charge of the reception motioned Klein to stop, quickened her pace, walked to the end, and called out softly:

"Mr. Glacis, someone asked you for a divination."

"Me?" A voice full of surprise and doubt sounded immediately, accompanied by the movement of the chair.

"Yes, which divination room do you want to use?" the pretty lady replied without emotion.

"Citrine room, I like citrine." Glacis appeared at the door of the conference room and looked curiously at Klein who was waiting not far away.

He is a man in his thirties, with dark skin, dark green pupils, yellowish and soft hair, wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a pair of monocles hanging on his chest. His temperament is quite good.

The beautiful lady in charge of reception didn't say much, and opened the "Citrine" room next to the conference room.

Inside, the curtains are closed and the light is dim. It seems that only in this way can we obtain the revelation of God and the spirit and obtain accurate divination results.

"Hello, I'm Glacis, I didn't expect you to choose me to divination for you at all." Glacis saluted in a gentleman's manner, hurried into the room, and sat behind the long table, "Frankly speaking, I I'm just trying to do divination for others, I don't have rich experience yet, for the time being, I'm not a good fortune teller, and you still have a chance to go back."

After Klein returned the salute, he followed inside and closed the door with his backhand.

With the light penetrating the curtain, he smiled and said:

"You're an honest gentleman, but I'm a man who insists on his choices."

"Please take a seat." Glacis pointed to the opposite position, thought for a few seconds and said, "Divination is just my hobby, hehe, people are often guided by gods in their lives, but ordinary people cannot accurately interpret the Lord's words. Meaning, this is the meaning of divination, and the reason why I joined this club. In this regard, I don't have enough confidence in myself, so we treat the next divination as an exchange,

Free exchange, how about this proposal? The fee given to the club, at my own expense, is only a quarter of a penny. "

Klein didn't say yes, didn't shake his head, and said with a smile:

"Looks like you have a nice, decent job."

While speaking, he leaned forward slightly, clenched his right fist against his forehead, and tapped twice.

"But it doesn't improve the accuracy of my divination." Glacis replied humorously, and asked thoughtfully, "You have a headache? Want to divination about health?"

"A little bit, I hope the divination is about the whereabouts of an item." Klein had already thought about his words, and slowly leaned back.

In his eyes, Glacis's body aura was clearly presented, the orange-red color of the lungs was dim and thin, and it affected the rest of the brightness.

This is not an expression of exhaustion... Klein nodded invisibly.

"Looking for the lost item?" Glacis thought for a few seconds, "Then let's make a simple judgment first."

He pushed the neat stack of tarot cards on the black table to Klein:

"Calm down, think about the item in your mind, meditate on the question 'Can you still find it?' while shuffling and cutting the deck."

"Okay." Klein didn't actually remember what the ancient notebook looked like, so he could only expand the question to be meditated on himself: Can the Antigonus family's notebook still be found?

In repetition, he expertly shuffles and cuts cards.

Glacis picked up one from the top and pushed it sideways in front of Klein:

"Turn it clockwise into a vertical position, then turn it over. If it is reversed, that is, the pattern on the card is facing you upside down, it means that the item cannot be found. If it is in the right position, then we will continue with the divination. , looking for its specific whereabouts."

Klein followed the prompt and turned the horizontally placed cards into vertical ones in chronological order.

He grabbed the edge of the tarot card and turned it over.

This is an upside-down, reversed card.

"I'm sorry." Glacis sighed.

Klein didn't respond because his attention was on the tarot card in front of him.

The image on this reversed card is the "Fool" in fancy clothes and headgear!

"The Fool" again? It wouldn't be so coincidental... According to "The Hanged Man" and Old Neil, divination is the result of spirituality and spirituality, communicating with a higher-level "I", and tarot cards are only convenient for interpreting "symbolic revelation" In theory, it doesn't matter what kind of divination item you use, it doesn't affect the result... Klein frowned slightly and thought about it for a while:

"Can I divine whether that item has been acquired by someone else?"

"It's totally possible, do it all over again in the same way as before." Glacis nodded enthusiastically.

Klein reshuffled, cut the cards, and meditated on the problem.

Drawing cards, laying them horizontally, and turning them clockwise to vertical, he made preparations with a serious expression.

Taking a breath, Klein stretched out his hand and opened the tarot card.

Don't be a "fool" again...

In the mood of prayer, he suddenly relaxed, because the card surface appeared as a "star", reversed!

"It seems that the item has not been picked up by others." Glacis explained with a smile.

Klein nodded, raised his right hand, tapped his eyebrows twice as if thinking, then took out two dark brass pennies from his trouser pocket and pushed them to Glacis.

"Didn't I say free?" Glacis frowned.

Klein smiled and stood up:

"It's a respect for divination."

"Well, thank you for your generosity." Glacis stood up and stretched out his hand.

Shaking hands, Klein took two steps back, turned around, walked towards the door, and twisted the handle.

When he was about to go out, he suddenly turned his head and said "um":

"Mr. Glacis, I suggest you see a doctor as soon as possible, mainly for lung problems."

"Why?" Glacis asked in amazement.

This is the result of dissatisfaction with the divination, is it cursing me?

Klein thought about it and said:

"This is the symptom seen from the face, you, um, your eyebrows are dark."

"Black eyebrows..." Glacis was the first to hear a similar description.

Klein didn't explain any further, he walked out of the room with a smile, and closed the wooden door.

"Is he an unlicensed doctor, or a rural pharmacist?" Glacis shook his head amusedly, and picked up the silver mirror for divination.

He took a closer look and found that his eyebrows were indeed darkened.

However, this is a problem of the environment. Under the dim light penetrating the curtains, not only his eyebrows are black, but his entire face is black!

"A not-so-pleasant joke," whispered Glacis.

He didn't feel relieved to divination for his health and confirmed that there was nothing wrong.

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When he left the Divination Club, Klein already had one more plan for the future.

That is to save money as soon as possible, pay the annual fee, become a member of the club, and thus start to play the so-called "diver".

Why don't you go it alone? It's because you don't have the resources and channels for the time being, and you can't go to the street to be a street vendor.

After a few minutes, he waited for the stagecoach, which cost 2p, and arrived at Zoetland Street, not too far away.

Pushing open the door of the "Black Thorn Security Company", he did not see the familiar brown-haired girl, only that Leonard Mitchell with poetic temperament and black hair and green eyes was sitting behind the reception desk.

"Good afternoon, where's Roshan?" Klein asked after taking off his hat and salute.

Leonard smiled and pointed to the partition door:

"She rotates the arsenal tonight."

Without waiting for Klein to ask again, Leonard said as if he was thinking about something:

"Klein, I've always wondered about something."

"What's the matter." Klein looked blank.

Leonard stood up and smiled soothingly:

"Why did Welch and Naya commit suicide on the spot and you went home?"

"It should be the unknown existence that wants me to take the Antigonus family's notes and hide them." Klein said the accepted speculation.

Leonard paced a few steps, then suddenly turned to look directly into Klein's eyes:

"If you want to kill yourself in order to silence and erase clues, why don't you just destroy that notebook on the spot?"