Hearing Klein's question, the beautiful lady with elegant brown-yellow hair in an updo showed no sign of impatience. She maintained a polite smile and said, "Our members can freely offer divination services to others in the club and set their own prices. We only take a very low percentage as a fee. If you want a divination, you can take a look at this brochure. It has the introductions and prices of the members who are willing to offer divination services."
"However, today is Monday afternoon. Most of our members are at work and busy. Only a few are here..."
As she spoke, she invited Klein to sit down on the sofa by the window in the reception hall and then opened the brochure on the opposite side, pointing out the members currently in the club:
"Hasen Vincent, a famous diviner in Tingen, a resident mentor of the club, skilled in various divination methods, charges 4 schillings per session."
So expensive... This could buy Benson and Melissa and me two sumptuous dinners... Klein was secretly astonished and didn't reply.
Seeing this, the lady with the brown-yellow bun continued to flip through the pages, introducing each member one by one: "... The last one, Mr. Gracis, a member who just joined the club this year, has mastered tarot divination and charges two pence each time.
"Sir, which one would you like to choose?"
Klein replied without any politeness:
"Mr. Gracis." "..." The pretty lady in charge of the reception was silent for two seconds and said, "Sir, I must warn you in advance that Mr. Gracis is only a beginner."
"Understood. I'll be responsible for my own decision." Klein smiled and nodded. "... "Then please follow me," the beautiful lady said as she rose and led Klein into the door next to the reception hall.
There was a not-too-long corridor, at the end of which was an open meeting room, filled with sunlight, tables and chairs, newspapers, magazines, playing cards and other things, with a faint aroma of coffee wafting out.
When they were two rooms away from the meeting room, the lady in charge of reception signaled Klein to stop and quickened her pace, entering the end and softly calling out:
"Mr. Gracis, someone is here to have you do a divination."
"Me?" A voice full of surprise and confusion immediately rang out, accompanied by the sound of a chair being moved.
"Yes, which divination room would you like to use?" The lady in charge of reception replied without much emotion.
"The yellow crystal room. I like yellow crystals," Gracis appeared at the door of the meeting room, curiously looking at Klein who was waiting not far away.
He was a man in his thirties, with a darker complexion, dark green pupils, light yellow and soft hair, wearing a white shirt and a black waistcoat, with a pair of single-lens glasses hanging on his chest, and had a rather good demeanor.
The lady in charge of reception didn't say much more and opened the "yellow crystal" room right next to the meeting room.
The curtains inside were tightly closed, and the light was dim, as if only in this way could one receive divine and spiritual revelations and obtain accurate divination results.
"Hello, I'm Gracis. I never expected you to choose me to do your divination," Gracis greeted in a gentlemanly manner, quickly entering the room and sitting behind the long table. "Frankly speaking, I'm just trying to do divinations for others and don't have much experience. For now, I'm not a good diviner. You still have the chance to back out."
After returning the greeting, Klein followed and closed the door behind him.
He smiled and said, "You're a very honest gentleman, but I'm a person who is very firm in my choices."
"Please sit down," Gracis pointed to the opposite seat and thought for a few seconds before saying, "Divination is just my hobby. Heh, people often receive guidance from the gods and spirits in their lives, but ordinary people can't accurately interpret the will of the Lord. That's the meaning of divination and the reason I joined this club. In this regard, I don't have enough confidence in myself. Let's consider the divination we're about to do as an exchange, a free exchange. How about that? The fee for the club will be covered by me, just a quarter of a penny."
Klein neither said yes nor shook his head. Instead, he smiled and said, "It's obvious that you have a good and decent job."
As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly and placed his right hand in a fist against his forehead, tapping it twice.
"But this won't improve the accuracy of my divination," Gracis replied humorously and asked after a moment of thought, "Do you have a headache? Do you want to divinate about your health?"
"Just a little. I hope to divinate about the whereabouts of an item," Klein had already thought of what to say and leaned back slowly.
In his eyes, Gracis' body aura was clearly presented, with the orange-red of his lungs dim and thin, and affecting the brightness of the rest.
This wasn't a sign of fatigue... Klein nodded imperceptibly.
"Looking for a lost item?" Gracis thought for a few seconds and said, "Then let's start with a simple judgment."
He pushed the neatly stacked tarot cards on the black table towards Klein:
"Calm down, recall that item in your mind, and silently ask the question 'Can I still find it?' while shuffling and cutting the cards."
"Okay," Klein actually didn't remember the appearance of the ancient notebook, so he expanded the question he needed to silently ask: Can I still find the notebook of the Antigonus family?
As he repeated, he skillfully completed the shuffling and cutting of the cards.
Gracis picked up the top card and pushed it horizontally towards Klein: Turn it clockwise to make it vertical, then flip it over. If it's reversed, that is, the pattern on the card is upside down facing you, it means the item can't be found. If it's upright, we'll continue with the divination to find its specific whereabouts.
Klein followed the instructions and turned the horizontally placed card clockwise to make it vertical.
He pinched the edge of the tarot card and flipped it over.
This was a reversed card with the pattern upside down.
"Too bad," Gracis sighed.
Klein didn't respond because his attention was focused on the tarot card in front of him.
The reversed card showed the "Fool" in splendid clothes and a dazzling headdress!
The Fool again? It can't be that coincidental... According to the Hanged Man and Old Neil, divination is the result of communication with the spiritual and the spiritual realm, and with the higher self. The tarot cards are just a tool for interpreting symbolic revelations. In theory, it doesn't matter what divination item is used; it won't affect the result... Klein frowned slightly and thought for a while before saying:
"Can I divinate whether that item has been obtained by someone else?"
"Absolutely. Do it again in the same way as before," Gracis nodded with great interest.
Klein shuffled and cut the cards again, and silently thought about the question.
He drew a card, placed it horizontally, turned it clockwise to make it vertical, and did the preparations seriously.
Taking a deep breath, Klein reached out and flipped over the tarot card.
Please don't let it be the Fool again...
With a praying heart, he suddenly relaxed because the card showed "The Star", reversed!
"It seems that item hasn't been picked up by anyone else," Gracis smiled and interpreted.
Klein nodded, raised his right hand, and tapped his forehead twice as if in thought. Then he took out two dark yellowish pennies from his pocket and pushed them towards Gracis.
"I said it's free," Gracis frowned.
Klein smiled and stood up:
"This is a sign of respect for the divination."
"Alright, thank you for your generosity," Gracis stood up and reached out his hand.
They shook hands, and Klein stepped back two steps, turned around, and walked towards the door, turning the handle.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned back and said, "Um," then said:
"Mr. Gracis, I suggest you see a doctor as soon as possible, especially for your lungs."
"Why?" Gracis asked in surprise.
Is he dissatisfied with the divination result and cursing me?
Klein thought for a moment and said:
"I can tell from your complexion. You, um, your forehead is black."
"Black forehead..." Gracis had never heard such a description before.
Klein didn't explain further and smiled as he walked out of the room, closing the wooden door behind him.
"He's an unlicensed doctor or a rural pharmacist?" Gracis shook his head with a smile and picked up the divination silver mirror.
He took a closer look and found that his forehead was indeed black.
But this was due to the environment. Under the dim light penetrating the curtains, his entire face was black!
"A not-so-pleasant joke," Gracis muttered.
He wasn't quite at ease and divined his own health to confirm there was nothing wrong. ...
When leaving the divination club, Klein had one more plan for the future.
That was to save up money as soon as possible, pay the annual fee and become a member of the club, so as to start playing the role of the so-called "diviner".
The reason why he didn't go solo was that he had no resources or channels for the time being, and it was impossible to stand on the street as a street vendor. After all, he was a decent person with a sense of face.
After a few minutes, he caught a public carriage and spent two pence to reach the not-too-distant Zootlan Street.
Pushing open the door of "Blackthorn Security Company", he didn't see the familiar brown-haired girl, but only found Leonard Mitchell, the black-haired and green-eyed man with a poet's temperament, sitting behind the reception desk.
"Good afternoon. Where's Rosanne?" Klein asked after taking off his hat and bowing.
Leonard smiled and pointed to the partition door:
"She's on duty in the weapons depot tonight."
Before Klein could ask again, Leonard seemed to be thinking about something and said:
"Klein, there's something I've always been puzzled about."
"What is it?" Klein asked blankly.
Leonard paced a few steps and suddenly turned to look directly into Klein's eyes:
"If making you all commit suicide on the spot was to silence you and erase the clues, then why didn't you destroy the notebook right there?"