"Pray?"

Klein's spirits perked up, and according to the method of peeking at the "upside-down hanged man" last time, he let his own spirituality spread and touch the crimson.

A blurry and distorted image suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and only a brown-haired young man could be vaguely seen on his knees, facing a pure crystal ball.

The black tights worn by the boy were completely different from the fashion trends in the Kingdom of Rune, and they were also quite different from the traditional clothing of foreign countries such as the Fusak Empire and the Republic of Intis that Klein had seen in magazines.

His surroundings were dim, the tables and chairs were old, and they were lit by the flash of light from time to time, but Crane could not hear the roar of thunder and the dripping of rain.

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

Klein listened intently, only to discover a fact that embarrassed him:

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

...... As a mysterious master above the gray fog, I don't even know a "foreign language...... Klein laughed at himself, and unwillingly carefully discerned it for a while, more seriously than he had been in the English listening test.

Listening to this, he gradually became aware of a problem:

Although the other party's language does not belong to any of the subjects he has learned, it is very close to the ancient Forsak language, and there are signs of similarity!

"Father...... Mother...... That's what these two words mean, right? It's very similar to the ancient Phossack, but it's a little different......" Klein frowned, lost in thought, "The ancient veracula is the lingua franca of Quaternary mankind, the source of all contemporary languages, and it's itself gradually changing...... I can't be sure right now......"

He listened and listened, excluding contemporary languages such as Rune, Vrsack, and Intij, in terms of grammatical construction.

"Is it a variant of the ancient Phossack language in its long history?like the words written on the Antigonus family notebook?" Klein tapped his fingers on the edge of the bronze table, his jaw faintly visible, "There is another possibility, the ancient Phosak did not come into existence out of thin air, it was derived from the language of the giants...... The Vorsack Empire to the north has always claimed that its people have giant blood...... This may be the language of giants in ancient times......"

At this point, Klein, who did not have enough knowledge, had to pause, withdraw his spirituality, stop looking, no longer listening.

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

Of course, before that, there will be frequent observations and basic "assessments".

Call...... Crane let out a sigh and leaned back in the majestic Grey Mist Temple.

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

............

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

Doubling his salary, he still chose to take the public carriage, but he took care of Mrs. Wendy's business in luxury, and bought a cup of sweet iced tea for 1.5 pence to ward off the afternoon heat.

Once in the Hallse neighborhood, Klein tossed the paper cups into the trash and walked to the second floor.

Before entering the door, he pinched his eyebrows and turned on his spiritual vision in advance.

As soon as he stepped into the reception hall, Klein immediately felt a faint sadness that filled the place.

The beautiful reception girl Angelica sat there, her eyes glazed over, and her eyes were faintly red.

"Grief will pass. Crane approached Angelica and spoke gently and calmly.

Angelica looked up sharply and muttered a little dazed:

"Mr. Moretti ......"

Soon, she came to her senses and asked in surprise:

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

"Ah yes, I forgot that you are a good soothsayer. ”

Klein sighed and said:

"I can only divinate vague situations...... What happened to Mr. Vincent?"

"The boss told us that Mr. Vincent had died peacefully after a heart attack in his sleep. Angelica said with a little cry, "He is a kind, polite, true gentleman, he is the spiritual teacher of many members, he, he is still so young......"

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

Angelica took out her handkerchief, wiped her eyes and nose, then looked at Klein's back, and raised her voice:

"Mr. Moretti, what do you want to drink?"

"Black tea. "Klein prefers this to coffee, even though it doesn't feel good.

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

Because of Monday, there were only five or six members in the room, and in Crane's vision, their emotions were different, some were genuinely sad, some were really slightly bleak, and some were barely affected.

"It's all normal...... Normal reactions. Crane was faintly visible, holding his cane, and found a random position.

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

"Mr. Moretti, you've got a customer looking for you, well, the one from last time. The pretty lady lowered her voice.

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

Well, I don't know if that gentleman followed my prompts to buy the magic potion...... I don't know if he will need surgery......

Angelica pursed her lips and said:

He was the only seeker willing to wait an afternoon at the club. ”

Crane grabbed his cane, stood up, and walked outside without saying a word.

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

"Congratulations, health tastes so good. Crane smiled and held out his hand.

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

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

"Yes, I'm cured! The doctor asked again and again, checked again and again, and still couldn't believe that I was cured like this!"

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

That pharmacist at Lawson Folk Herbalist is absolutely extraordinary!

How serious the liver disease of this gentleman in front of him is, that is what he has seen with his own eyes, he can be cured in a few days, it is beyond the scope of the power of herbs and medical skills, only extraordinary can explain!

Add to that the matter of Glacis, and there is only one answer left.

"I want to confess to God, I doubt you, I doubt the miraculous medicine man. Bogda held Klein's hand and refused to let go, babbling on and on to express shame and gratitude," ...... That 10 pounds was so well spent, it bought my life back!"

What? 10 pounds? You spent 10 pounds for the magic potion, and you paid me 8 pence for divination...... It's only 8p...... 8p ...... Penny...... Crane was almost stunned.

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

"I am here today to express my gratitude, thank you, Master Moretti, for showing me the way and saving my life. ”

"It's the result of what you pay for divination, and you don't need to thank anyone. Crane raised his head slightly, looked melancholy at the boundary between the wall and the ceiling, and replied in a very good manner.

"You are a true soothsayer. "I'm going to go to Vlad Street to thank the pharmacist and buy the kind of potion he recommended." ”

"Aren't you healed?" Klein did a good job of hiding his surprise.

Bogda looked around, and saw that the beautiful reception lady was not paying attention to this side, so he chuckled:

"It's an herb with mummy powder added to make a potion that satisfies both men and women...... I didn't believe the pharmacist before, and I don't doubt it at all. ”

...... And this potion? Klein thought for a moment that the pharmacist was a liar, and wondered if he had pushed the gentleman across from him into the fire.

He glanced Bogda up and down a few times, confirming that there was nothing wrong with the other party's aura color.

"Mummy powder?" Crane asked cautiously, grasping a word in a rhetorical manner.

"Yes, mummy fan, I consulted a friend, and he said that the nobles of Beckland have been chasing this kind of thing like this. This powder, ground from mummies, allows a man to give a perfect performance in bed, and although it is disgusting and sounds dirty, it is a real aristocratic material......" Bogda explained in detail, his eyes full of urgency.

Mummies, mummies made from corpses, powders ground from it, Klein was so dumbfounded that he almost spit on the spot to Bogda.

Those aristocrats will play...... He was about to dissuade the other party when Glacis, who had previously suffered from lung disease, happened to enter the door and heard Bogda's description later.

"Yes, it works, I recommend you go to Rosen's Folk Herb Shop on Vlad Street, Mr. Rosen's secret recipe is very effective!" Gracis took off his monocle, leaned over with interest, and lowered his voice to recommend, "My experience was very, very, perfect. ”

"You know, I'm going to Mr. Rosen's Folk Herb Shop. Bogda was completely relieved.

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

And Klein has always been a little sluggish.

At 5:20 p.m., he put on a half-height silk top hat and a black cane studded with silver, and drove straight to Vlad Street, intending to spy on the pharmacist named Rosen Darkweed, and then decide whether or not to report to the captain.

............

18 Vlad Street.

Crane stood outside the herb shop and saw the door closed and the transfer notice affixed to it.

“...... Alert,......" he whispered silently.

In this way, he does not need to be embarrassed, he does not need to observe.

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