Lord of the Mysteries

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"pray?"

Klein’s spirit was revived. According to the last peeping way of “swinging people”, the spirit of the spirit was spread and touched to the group.

His eyes suddenly showed a vague and distorted picture, only a glimpse of a brown-haired teenager kneeling on the ground, facing a pure crystal ball.

The black tight-fitting clothing worn by the teenager is very different from the popular trend of the Lun Kingdom. It is also quite different from the traditional foreign costumes such as the Visak Empire and the Intis Republic seen by Klein.

The surroundings were dim, the tables and chairs were old, and the light was illuminated from time to time, but Klein could not hear the thunder and the rain.

In the picture, the teenager's hands clasped his hand against the forehead, the front bow of the body, constantly praying for something, and the thick voice was lingering over Klein's ear.

Klein focused on listening, but found a fact that made him jealous:

He can't understand what the other person is saying, it is a language he has never touched!

... As the mysterious master above the fog, I didn't even know "foreign language"... Klein laughed at himself and was not willing to distinguish it carefully. It was more serious than the English listening.

Listening and listening, he gradually noticed a problem:

Although the language of the other party is not one of the ones that I have studied, it is very close to the ancient Fossack language, and there are similar signs!

"Father...mother... these two words should mean this? It's very similar to Guvsak, but it's different..." Kline frowned and fell into thinking, "Guussac It is the lingua franca of the Quaternary human being, the source of all contemporary languages, and it is gradually changing itself... I have no way to determine it now..."

He listened and listened, and excluded contemporary languages ​​such as Ron, Fossac, and Intis from grammatical construction.

“Is it a variant of Guvsak in the long history? Just like the words written on the notes of the Antignus family?” Kline’s fingers hit the edge of the bronze long table, and the invisible slogan, “Return There is another possibility, Gufsack is not produced out of thin air, it is derived from the giant language... The Fossac Empire in the north has always claimed that its nationals have giant blood... This may be the giant language of the old age... ”

At this point, Klein, who had insufficient knowledge reserves, had to suspend, take back the spirituality, stop watching, and stop listening.

He did not intend to immediately pull the praying teenager into the fog, ready to understand what the other party is saying.

Of course, before this, we will often observe and do basic "assessment."

Huh... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in the magnificent temple of the fog.

He wrapped himself in spirit and simulated the feeling of falling.

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

After reviewing the Russell Diary, Klein changed his dress and went out to the Divination Club.

He doubled his salary and chose to take a public carriage. He only took care of Mrs. Wendy's business extravagantly and spent 1.5 pence to buy a cup of sweet iced tea to dispel the heat in the afternoon.

In the Howls block, Klein dropped the paper cup into the trash can and arrived at the second floor step by step.

Before entering the door, he pinched his eyebrows and opened the vision in advance.

As soon as he walked into the reception hall, Klein immediately felt the faint sorrow.

The beautiful reception girl, An Jielika, sat there, her eyes narrowed and her eyes were red.

"Sorrow will always pass." Klein came to An Jielika and spoke gently and calmly.

Angelica jerked her head up and whispered abruptly:

"Mr. Moretti..."

Soon, she woke up and wondered:

"You, do you know what Mr. Vincent is doing?"

"Oh yes, I forgot that you are a good diviner."

Klein sighed with a sigh:

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

"The boss told us that Mr. Vincent had a sudden heart attack in his sleep and left the world peacefully." An Jielika said with a little bit of crying. "He is a kind and polite. The real gentleman, he is the spiritual teacher of many members, he is still young..."

"I am sorry to make you more sad." Klein did not have much comfort and walked slowly to the conference room.

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

"Mr. Moretti, what are you going to drink?"

"Black tea." Klein prefers this more than coffee, although it doesn't feel so good.

Relatively speaking, he prefers **** beer, prefers sweet ice tea, but as a gentleman, formal occasions should not be like a child...

Because of Monday's sake, there are only five or six members in the conference room. In Kline's vision, their emotions are different in color, some are really sad, really slightly bleak, and some are almost unaffected.

"It's normal... normal reaction." Klein couldn't see the dagger, holding a cane and looking for a place.

He was about to shut down the vision, and suddenly saw Angelique coming in and heading for himself.

"Mr. Moretti, there are customers looking for you, um, the last one." This beautiful lady pressed down the voice.

"Do you remember him?" Klein smiled and asked.

Well, I don't know if the gentleman bought my magical pharmacy according to my tips... I don't know if he still needs surgery...

An Jielika snorted:

"The only one who is willing to wait in the club for an afternoon is his only one."

Klein took his cane, stood up, and went outside without saying anything.

In the reception hall, he saw the gentleman who came to divination last time, and also saw that the color of the gas field in the other side of the liver has returned to normal, and the overall coordination is also the same.

"Congratulations, the taste of health is so good." Klein smiled and reached out.

Bogda first glimpsed, and immediately found his hands, firmly holding Klein's right palm:

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

"Yes, I am healed! The doctor asked again and again, checking over and over again, still can't believe I am cured!"

Listening to Bogda’s ecstatic statement, Klein calmly determined one thing:

The pharmacist at the Rosen Folk Herbal Shop is absolutely extraordinary!

How serious is the liver disease in front of this gentleman, which he saw with his own eyes, he can be cured within a few days, has exceeded the power of herbal medicine and medical skills, only extraordinary can explain!

Plus Glacis's thing, there is only one answer left.

"I want to confess to God, I doubt you, doubt the magician pharmacist." Bogda held Klein's hand and refused to let go, and he always expressed his guilt and gratitude, "...the 10 pounds It’s too valuable, it bought my life back!”

what? 10 pounds? Did you spend 10 pounds for the magic potion? And the divination fee you gave me was only 8 pence... 8 pence... 8 pence...pence... Klein almost sluggish.

At this time, Bogda loosened his hands and smiled back and stepped back.

"I am here to express my gratitude. Thank you, Master Moretti, you pointed out the direction for me and saved my life."

"This is the result of your payment of divination. You don't need to thank anyone." Klein raised his head slightly and looked at the junction of the wall and the ceiling melancholy. The answer was very demeanor.

"You are a true diviner," Bogda sighed. "I will go to Vlad Street to thank the pharmacist and buy the pharmacy he recommended."

"Are you already healed?" Klein hid his surprise very well.

Bogda looked around and saw the beautiful reception lady did not pay attention to this, so she smiled low:

"That is the herb that adds the mummified powder. It can make a potion that both men and women are satisfied with... I didn't believe the pharmacist before, and I don't doubt it now."

...and this medicine? Klein suddenly felt that the pharmacist was a liar and wondered if he had pushed the opposite husband into the fire.

He looked up and saw Bogda's eyes and confirmed that there was no problem with the color of the opponent's gas field.

"Mummy powder?" Klein cautiously grabbed a word and asked.

"Yes, mummified powder, I have consulted friends. He said that the aristocrats of Beckland have been chasing this kind of thing. This kind of powder made of mummies can give men a perfect performance in bed, although it Very disgusting, it sounds dirty, but this is a real aristocratic material..." Bogda explained in detail that his eyes are full of urgency.

mummy? Mummy made of corpse? The powder that is ground with it? Klein was shocked and almost vomited to Bogda on the spot.

Those nobles will play... When he was about to discourage the other party, Glacis, who had suffered from lung disease, just got started and heard the description behind Bogda.

"Yes, very effective, I recommend you go to Vlad Street 'Rosen's Folk Herbal Shop', Mr. Rosen's secret recipe is very effective!" Glacis took off the monocle and leaned closer to it with interest. I recommend the voice, "My experience is very, very, very perfect."

"Do you know? I am going to Mr. Rosen's folk herbal shop." Bogda was completely relieved.

A few words, he can't wait to leave the divination club.

Klein has remained a little sluggish.

By 5:20 pm, he put on a half-height silk hat, took a silver-plated black cane, and drove directly to Vlad Street, intending to secretly observe the pharmacist named Rosen Duckway. And then decide whether to report the captain.

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

18 Vlad Street.

Klein stood outside the herbal shop and saw the door closed and attached to the transfer notice.

"...very alert..." he whispered silently.

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

PS: The third is to ask for a ticket~