Friday afternoon, inside the Fortune Tellers' Club.

Bogda sat in the sofa area, sometimes rubbing his cane, sometimes looking out the window, looking rather restless.

As the minutes ticked by, just when Bogda's mind was in a mess and he didn't know whether to leave or continue to wait for Klein, he heard the surprised voice of Ms. Angelica at the front desk:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!"

Klein replied with a smile:

"Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica."

"There's a guest looking for you for divination." Angelica gestured to Bogda, who was standing up in a hurry in the couch area.

Crane took off his half-height silk top hat in surprise and pinched his eyebrows twice.

"Good afternoon, this gentleman ......" he looked at him, his words suddenly paused, and then he said with a serious expression: "This gentleman, you should go to the doctor, not to divination." ”

Bogda was stunned, with a look of surprise, and muttered to himself:

"It's amazing...... Anna didn't lie to me......"

He looked up suddenly, looked at Klein earnestly, and asked for his help divining the results of his surgery.

After the two sides quickly agreed on the price of the divination, Klein borrowed the citrine room.

Klein first used the tarot card divination method and got a bad result, then he changed to the dream divination method and saw the picture of Mr. Bogda's death after a failed operation.

Klein thought for a moment, and suddenly thought of Mr. "Wheel of Fortune" that herb shop, he tapped his fingers on the edge of the table, and quickly made a decision, and said with a gentle smile:

"I see your hope."

"Really?" Bogda asked rhetorically in surprise.

Klein did not answer, and said to himself:

"Your hope is in the East End, on Vlad Street, and it has to do with the word 'Rosen.'"

"If you don't find it, come back here after four o'clock on Monday afternoon to find me."

"Okay, okay." Bogda nodded in unison, excitedly pulled out his wallet, and counted out a fivepence and three onepence.

I helped Mr. "Wheel of Fortune" bring a business, should I ask him for a commission, looking at the 8 pennies in his hand, Klein smiled self-deprecatingly.

…………

East End, Vlad Street.

Darkwell looked at Bogda's back and went away, and secretly made another profit in his heart.

He abruptly stood up from the counter and went to the back room to take the packed suitcase in his hand.

A dazed Shermin walked in through the back door at this time, he looked at Darkwell in surprise and asked, "Teacher, are you leaving?" ”

Darkwell replied with a smile, "It's time to go to the next place." ”

"Does this store need to be transferred?" Shermin nodded abruptly and asked with concern.

Darkwell heaved and said:

"If you want to stay, you can be the owner of this shop, and your ability to distinguish herbs and concoctions is enough, and of course, fifty percent of your monthly profits should be deposited in my anonymous account at the Beckland Bank."

"But I haven't learned what you're really good at." Shermin is tired of living in a city for less than a year, and he is quite reluctant to give up the magic formula that the teacher is good at.

Darkwell shook his head at the point of view of the apprentice, and he exhaled softly, "That's not something you can learn if you want to, since you don't want to leave, stay here." ”

As he spoke, he took out two packages and a letter from under the counter, handed them to Shermin, and said, "This is the 'monster' thing, help me transfer it to him, do you remember him?" ”

Shermin had a look of fear on his face and nodded reluctantly.

After explaining the last thing, Darkwell showed a relaxed smile and smiled, "Finally get rid of that troublesome guy!" I can already smell the breath of freedom. ”

He walked briskly to the door, twisted the handle slightly, and left the shop, his figure slowly disappearing into the orange sunset.

……

Ademisol spent days in the hospital before it was Sunday.

There was still no progress in the arrest of Dauria, which inexplicably made Ademisor a little irritable.

His injuries have all recovered today, and even after drinking bone tonic for a few days, his right arm has fully recovered as before, but the process is really not so good.

Every night, he had to endure the strange sensation of bone growth, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his body, itching in pain, but unable to scratch it, even if he maintained the "machine", this feeling still left an indelible impression on Ademisor.

"Would you like something to eat?" Caitlyn's cold voice rang out again.

Today it was her turn to accompany her, and there was no way, she was the only one who did not need to go out to work.

"Anything but Rossel's salad." The corners of Ademisor's mouth twitched, and his face turned a little green.

At this moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the door of the ward.

"Please come in." Caitlyn said softly.

The door opened, revealing a delicate face that Ademisol recognized as the nurse in charge of him, named Matiel.

She glanced quickly at Caitlin who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "Mr. Fett, there are your visitors. ”

"My visitor?" Ademisol asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, there is a gentleman and a lady here, and that gentleman's name is Dustin Kadir, and he says it's your neighbor."

Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors? How did they find it here?

Ademisol was slightly curious, nodded and smiled, "Please help bring them up." ”

"Okay." Matiel glanced at Caitlyn quickly, then quickly closed the door like a frightened fawn.

Matiel's reaction was a little strange, and Ademisore pinched his neck, slightly curious.

Soon, the voice of neighbor Dustin Kadir sounded outside the door: "Is Mr. Fitt in this ward?" ”

"Yes, please come in." Ademisor replied in a brisk tone.

The door opened, and Mr. Kadir's round figure appeared at the door, and Ademisor waved hello, and then said in surprise: "Ms. Hill? What are you doing here? ”

Ademisor's speculation was wrong, and the lady who came to visit was not Mrs. Kadir.

Mr. Neighbor took off his hat and walked into the room, revealing a slender figure behind him, Christine, whom he had last seen at Mr. Kadir's house.

She wore a bright goose-yellow dress and a slightly ornate wide-brimmed hat, and her makeup was delicate and bright.

Christine's slender palms kept fiddling with her reddish-brown curls, and her cheeks were flushed, looking a little cramped.

"On... Good morning, Mr. Fett, I... I heard you were injured. Her eyes dodged as she didn't dare to look directly at Ademisol on the hospital bed, and her voice was like a mosquito, and she stumbled to say hello.