Before going out, Klein hurriedly used a small brush and a handkerchief to meticulously clean his formal attire and hat, then washed his white shirt and put on it a similar linen coat of the same style as his previous decent but cheap coat. He walked quickly to the street.
First was Melissa's dress, then Benson's formal attire, and only then could he consider my second set. Money was always insufficient to spend... Besides, he had to accumulate porcelain tableware for entertaining guests one by one... And he also had to save money for purchasing various esoteric materials... Klein sat in a public carriage, mentally calculating the family's financial situation, and the more he calculated, the more he shook his head.
He estimated that it would take at least a year for him, his brother, and his sister to live like the so-called middle class.
Of course, this did not take into account the situation of promotion and salary increase.
The public carriage passed through several streets and stopped opposite the "Divination Club" on Horsell Street.
Klein held the black non-silk half-height hat and half-jumped half-walked to get off the carriage, following the familiar path, entering the club's gate on the second floor, and saw the beautiful lady with brown hair, Angelica.
Her eyes had residual redness and swelling, but she looked very relaxed.
Klein raised his hand, lightly tapped the center of his forehead twice, carefully examined it, and found that the deep, thick darkness in the emotional color of Angelica had dissipated a lot, and added a few more bright, sunny whites.
After seeing this, Klein walked over, removed his hat and smiled:
"Ms. Angelica, today is really a sunny day, isn't it?"
Angelica raised her head, exclaimed briefly, and then smiled:
"You are very similar to Mr. Vanesso's cat. It walks without making a sound. Um, you can tell? Hehe, I forgot, you are a divination master who is good at reading faces..."
She paused, bit her lip, and bowed:
"Thank you, thank you for your advice yesterday. I feel much better now. This year, I have never been as relaxed, happy, and satisfied as I am now."
Listening to the sincere gratitude from the other person, Klein was also infected with that joy and happiness, and raised his mouth corner:
"It's my honor to be able to help you."
While speaking, he felt that his spirituality had become much more lively and light.
Is this "Magical Potion" the "Divination Master" they want? The "Divination Master" who can truly help the person asking questions? Klein seemed to be thinking as he pinched the center of his forehead twice quietly.
It has to be said that he has already discovered in practice that the current actions of opening and closing "clairvoyance" are still not concealed enough. But the problem is that he cannot think of a better alternative solution in a short period of time because he has only become a "Divination Master" for a short time, his spirituality has not yet grown to the current limit, and his mastery is also the same. Therefore, it must be a position that can effectively stimulate spirituality to be used as the "switch" medium, and such a position is not many. The center of the forehead is a relatively superior choice.
After thoroughly digesting "Magical Potion" and becoming a true "Divination Master", he should be able to design more concealed "switch" actions... Klein nodded imperceptibly and walked towards the semi-open meeting room.
"Coffee or black tea?" Angelica asked hurriedly.
"Deci coffee." Klein replied, taking a taste of all kinds of beverages he had.
At this time, he saw six or seven members in the meeting room, but not including Harnas Vanesso who had been here all along.
"Mr. Vanesso didn't come?" Klein stopped and asked casually.
Angelica was stunned and said:
"Mr. Vanesso doesn't come every day. He accepted an invitation to give a lecture at a divination organization in Enmat Port. Do you have something to ask him?"
"No, just curious. After all, every time I came here, I could see him." Klein smiled and shook his head.
At the same time, he noticed that among the seven members there were familiar faces to him:
Gracis who had been divined for him! Grasiss was looking at the documents on the table with his single-lens glasses on. Suddenly, he noticed someone staring at him and raised his head to look at the source of the gaze.
A clear expression of joy appeared on his face. He put his hands on the ground and stood up, rushing to Klein in a few steps:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. I've been thinking all this time that you might come today."
"According to Angelica, you're not a doctor but a fortune teller who is good at reading facial features?"
Klein smiled and said:
"I'm not just good at this, Mr. Grasiss. It seems that you have completely overcome your illness?"
He pinched his forehead twice and gently touched his temples, noticing that Grasiss's healthy color had returned to normal.
"Yes, I was really very regretful. Regretting that I didn't follow your advice. Fortunately, fortunately, there is a very powerful pharmacist near my home. He gave my wife a very magical potion. This kept me away from death." Grasiss sighed.
As a prospective member of the night watch team, Klein had a professional sensitivity and asked:
"A very powerful pharmacist? A very magical potion?"
Magical? How magical? Does it belong to the extraordinary category?
"The pharmacist said it was a folk medicine from the region of Lemburg. In short, it was very helpful for my illness." Grasiss answered without any abnormality.
Folk herbalist? Klein seemed to be thinking as he tapped his temples:
"What's his name? Where does he live? You know, fortune tellers can't guarantee that they won't get sick. Maybe in the future I'll have to go to his place to buy potions."
Klein learned from his mentor and classmates that the modern medical system in this world was just beginning to take shape, and there were almost no solutions for many diseases. So, magical potions and powerful pharmacists still had a market. It wouldn't be wrong to know about it. Maybe there will be a need in the future.
Grasiss replied calmly:
"He's called Rosen Dawkiewid. There's a small shop called 'Rosen's Folk Herbal Pharmacy' on Vrad Street in the East District, number 18."
"Thank you." Klein silently wrote it down and spoke sincerely.
Grasiss turned around and led him to sit next to him. At this time, Angelica had brewed coffee and brought it over.
Compared to Southwell coffee, the aroma of Dixie coffee was more intense, but the taste was relatively poor... Klein took a sip and savored for a moment.
Grasiss saw him put down the white porcelain cup and hurriedly adjusted his tone:
"Mr. Moretti, can I help you with a fortune-telling? I will pay the agreed price."
"8 pence is enough. I won't raise the price on the spot." Klein was hoping someone would come to have him do the fortune-telling. "Do we need to go to the fortune-telling room?"
"OK, the yellow crystal room." Grasiss went there first, more familiar than him.
Entering the fortune-telling room, he locked the wooden door, and Klein sat behind the long table, solemnly asking:
"Mr. Grasiss, what do you want to have your fortune-telling about?"
"I have an investment opportunity, but the amount involved is too much. If it fails, my family and I will suffer a heavy blow. I want to have it checked if it will go smoothly." Grasiss volunteered, "I once used Tarot cards for a fortune-telling. Well, it was a pure heart fortune-telling, and the result was not bad. Yes, it was my own interpretation, but I didn't violate those symbolic principles."
Klein thought for a moment and curiously said:
"Then please describe the matter specifically and provide the relevant information. If you have the other party's information, that would be even better. We'll do a horoscope fortune-telling." "OK." Grasiss adjusted his words and said, "Mr. Lanruus discovered a large iron mine with abundant reserves and excellent quality while conducting an exploration in the Horanicus Mountains. He spent all his savings to purchase the land and hired a professional company to conduct the survey, and obtained encouraging conclusions."
"Due to his lack of subsequent development funds, he established a steel company and planned to apply for a loan from the bank using this project and simultaneously issue a certain proportion of stocks to raise the initial capital. This plan is still in the private preparation stage, and the returns are very generous."
Recently, by frequently reading newspapers, Klein, who is also a "historical expert", knew that there were stocks in this world, and he also knew that the concept of stocks originated from Emperor Rosel, well, it was him again.
During the colonization of the southern continent, he established the Westbarn Company, raising funds from the public through the issuance of stocks, successfully solving the financial problem and successfully seizing the first pot of colonial profits.
Because the returns were generous, since then, similar things happened one after another, such as railway stocks, mining stocks, steam development stocks, and so on, and so on. There were successes and failures in this, so it gave rise to organizations like the Beckland Stock Exchange.
In addition, Emperor Rosel also created things like national bonds and trust funds, the former of which has been carried over to the present day and has become the most stable investment method, with an annual return of about 4% to 6%.
Klein remembered that his brother Benson once said, "If I could inherit 3,000 pounds of property, then I wouldn't have to work so hard anymore, because the stable annuity income is about 5% or so, approximately 150 pounds, which is roughly equal to my current annual salary."
This is what is called the rentier class... Klein sighed inwardly and pondered before asking:
"Are you sure there are no problems with this matter? Is Lanruus trustworthy?"
"I have seen his property documents and exploration reports, which have the seal of the County Government of Vervias and the endorsement of professional companies, and Mr. Lanruus also has a photo of him, Sir Deville, and the mayor in his office." Grasiss nodded in response.
A photo? A photo means nothing... Klein, who was born in an era of knowledge explosion, had seen too many similar things and was not convinced by it.
However, it didn't matter whether he believed it or not, he could only pick up the pen and, based on the key time information provided by Grasiss, draw the corresponding astrological chart.
After a long time, Klein pointed at the "astrological chart" and said:
"You should also be able to see for yourself that this matter will be very difficult. Beneath the surface prosperity is a cliff, a deep abyss. My divination opinion is to bypass it and avoid it." "..." Grasiss fell into silence, his mouth opening several times but closing again.
After a few minutes, he forced a smile and said:
"After I get home, I will seriously consider it."
Hearing such an answer, Klein could only shake his head and sigh in dismay, experiencing the helplessness that a "diviner" should have:
"A diviner can only offer suggestions, but cannot make decisions for others."
Just as the two of them left the yellow crystal room, Angelica came over and said:
"Mr. Moretti, someone is here to consult you."
At this point, she added in a low voice:
"He didn't ask me to recommend or show the picture book."
Has the reputation spread? Klein turned towards the reception hall in confusion.