Chapter 82 Herbal Shop

Various colors appeared, and the aura came into his eyes. Klein casually looked at Sir Deville's state.

"The body is very healthy, there are almost no hidden problems... The mood is very bad, and there is weakness in the gloom... The spirit is weak? The sleep is not good? But the problem is, there is nothing wrong with the purple color on his head..." Klein was silent While muttering to himself, Sir Deville and his party went further and further and left the library.

Looking back, Klein pinched his forehead and sighed to himself:

"It's not easy to be rich..."

He didn't pay much attention to this matter, and refocused his attention on the journals in front of him.

After reading one by one, Klein did not find any useful clues, but only confirmed a few things:

First, an ancient kingdom did exist on and around the main peak of the Hornages Mountains; secondly, the history of this ancient country can be traced back to at least 1,500 years ago; thirdly, their architectural style is mainly grand, leaving All kinds of murals have been laid down. It can be seen from the murals that they believe that after death, they will protect their relatives in the dark night; finally, in those ruins, symbols that symbolize the night can be seen everywhere, but they are also related to the holy emblem of the night. Significantly different.

"If there is a chance, no, even if there is a chance, I will not go there!" Klein gritted his teeth and whispered, deciding to stay away from death.

He packed up the journals and put them back in their original positions, then, putting on his top hat, raised his cane, and left the Deville Library.

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The Fortune Teller Club.

Bogda looked at the beautiful lady in charge of reception and said:

"I want to divination."

Angelica smiled politely:

"Do you have a designated fortune teller? Or, read our introduction and choose the one that suits you best."

Bogda pressed the right side of his abdomen and took a silent breath:

"I want to ask Mr. Klein Moretti to help me with divination."

"But Mr. Moretti is not here today," Angelica replied without confirmation.

Bogda was silent for a while, and paced back and forth for two steps:

"When will Mr. Moretti come?"

"No one knows, he has his own business. According to my observation, he comes the most times on Monday afternoon." Angelica said while thinking.

"Okay." Bogda's face darkened, and he turned to leave.

"Sir, you can also choose other fortune-tellers, such as the famous Mr. Hynas Vancent from Tingen City." Angelica tried her best to save the business.

Bogda stopped, hesitated and said:

"No, I only trust Mr. Moretti, well, can I wait here for a while? Maybe he'll come when he's done with his own business."

"No problem." Angelica smiled gently.

Bogda came to the sofa area and sat down, sometimes rubbing his cane, and sometimes looking out the window, looking quite anxious.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when Bogda's head was in chaos, not knowing whether to go or continue to wait, he heard the beautiful lady shout in surprise:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti!"

Klein saw the familiar Angelica, and wanted to casually ask why you are here again, don't you need a rest, don't you have a vacation?

However, he immediately considered that he was a fortune-teller, and should not have asked similar questions, but should instead have said in a godly tone: What a wonderful fate, Ms. Angelica, we meet again.

Um, does this sound like a conversation? Klein's thoughts changed sharply, and in the end he only replied with a smile:

"Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica."

"A guest wants to ask you for a divination." Angelica pointed to Bogda who hurriedly stood up in the sofa area.

Someone appointed me? Klein took off his half-height silk top hat in surprise, and squeezed his eyebrows twice.

"good afternoon,

This gentleman..." He looked at him, and his words suddenly stopped.

In his "spiritual vision", the color of the seeker's liver was dull, almost turning black, and even the rest of the body lost its balance, and the aura became thinner.

Klein considered it for a while, and said with a serious expression:

"Sir, you should see a doctor instead of divination."

Bogda froze there, and immediately showed a look of surprise, muttering to himself:

"It's amazing..."

"Anna didn't lie to me..."

...

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Klein earnestly:

"Mr. Moretti, I have actually seen the doctor. There may be an operation next, but I am full of fear of the operation, and I hope that the results will be good or bad."

Surgery in this era is really very dangerous... Although it is promoted by Emperor Roselle, it still lacks many necessary technological points... Klein did not refuse, and nodded slightly:

"The price of my divination is 8p. Is there a problem?"

"Eightpence?" Bogda said in surprise. "You only charge eightpence?"

According to Anna's description and Mr. Moretti's performance just now, I am willing to give at least 1 pound!

Haven't heard of small profits but quick turnover? Klein was embarrassed for a while, and after thinking for a few seconds, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he replied calmly:

"It is lucky enough to obtain the revelation of the gods and glimpse a corner of destiny. Therefore, we must remain humble and restrain our greed. Only in this way can we continue to receive gifts."

"You are a true fortune-teller." Bogda put his hand on his chest and saluted, with a very sincere tone.

Feeling this kind of praise and trust, Klein's spirituality seemed to be much more relaxed, and the "rules of conduct" just described made him seem to have touched something.

"Miss Angelica, can the Citrine Room be used?" He turned to look at the beautiful lady next to him.

Angelica quietly relieved Bogda and smiled sweetly:

"Can."

After entering the divination room, Klein asked Bogda to lock the door, and sat behind the table himself, pinching his forehead.

"How about we use tarot cards for divination?" he asked with a smile.

The "pendulum method" is only suitable for measuring things related to oneself, and drawing an astrolabe is a waste of time.

"You decide." Bogda had no objection.

So, Klein asked him to shuffle the cards, cut the cards, and set up an Intis card formation.

Relying on the special nature of the Diviner, Klein did not turn over the other cards, but directly opened the one that symbolized the final result.

"The wheel of fortune is reversed, and things will develop in a bad direction." He glanced at it and said solemnly.

Bogda's face paled instantly, and his lips moved a few times:

"Is there no hope?"

Klein adhered to the idea of ​​doing his best and said:

"Then I'll change the divination method. Please leave your ring and write your date of birth on this piece of paper, and then wait outside quietly."

Infected by his gentle and soothing voice, Bogda calmed down, wrote the message as instructed, and left the ring.

Watching the other party go out, Klein wrote a line of words on the information recording paper:

"Results of Bogda Jones' liver surgery."

He picked up the ring and paper, leaned back in the chair, and tried the "Dream Divination" again.

In the misty and twisted world, he gradually found himself, and saw the gentleman collapsed with a bleak face just now, and saw him being pushed out of the shaky operating room, covered with a white cloth.

This time, Klein didn't encounter strange things again, and he didn't have that feeling of being watched. He quickly woke up, frowning slightly, thinking about how to tell Bogda the result.

The surgery is likely to lead to death... The healing ritual magic I learned today can be tried... But it will expose the Beyonder, and you must apply to the captain first... Well, it may not be able to cure such a serious disease ... Klein thought hard, and suddenly thought of something.

"Mr. Glacis's lung disease was cured by a pharmacist. He said that the other party's medicine is very magical... What is it called? Yes, Rosen Duckweed, 18 Vlad Street, East District, 'Rosen's Folk Herb Shop'!" Klein quickly remembered the details because he had memorized this matter attentively.

He tapped his fingers on the edge of the table and made a quick decision.

Using the "spiritual pendulum method" to quickly determine the quality of the idea, Klein opened the door, looked at Bogda who stood up in a hurry, handed back the ring, and said with a gentle smile:

"I see your hope."

"Really?" Bogda asked in surprise.

Klein didn't answer, and said to himself:

"Your hope is on the East Side, on Vlad Street, with the word 'Rosen'."

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

"Okay, okay." Bogda nodded, took out his wallet excitedly, and counted one fivepence and three onepence.

He completely followed Klein's instructions, and did not corrupt the real fortune teller with tips.

Klein took it with a slight twitch, and said with a warm smile:

"I hope you find hope soon."

When Bogda left, he, like last time, not only paid the rake, but also tipped Angelica, pretending that he charged 1 soli.

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East End, Vlad Street.

Bogda walked from the street to the end of the street, and walked three times until his liver was aching again.

Finally, he confirmed that there was only one thing related to "Rosen" on the street, and that was "Rosen's Folk Herb Shop" at No. 18.

Gathering up his courage, he walked in. He smelled the smell of various herbs, and saw that the shop owner was a man in his thirties or forties with short black hair and a round face.

The boss was wearing a costume similar to that of a village witch doctor. The robe was dark and embroidered with all kinds of peculiar symbols.

"Hello, do you have any medicine that can cure my disease?" Bogda asked with a hat.

The boss raised his head and glanced at Bogda with dark blue eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised:

"Your liver disease is very serious, but the premise of everything is, do you have enough money to pay for the medicine?"

Can he see it? Bogda was a little more confident, and nodded hurriedly:

"How much is your medicine worth?"

"10 pounds, that's fair." The boss took out a packet of herbs from under the counter and said, "Add water, enough water, boil it together to make a potion, add ten drops of fresh rooster blood after boiling, and drink it immediately. This package of herbs can be boiled three times, and after three times there should be no problem."

While speaking, he opened the yellow-brown paper and threw several strange herbs inside.

It sounds very unbelievable... Bogda swallowed and said:

"that's it?"

The boss stared at him and suddenly smiled:

"What else do you want? How about this bag? When your liver disease is cured, I promise you and your wife will be satisfied."

He hehe took out another packet of black paper herbs and said in a low voice:

"There's added mummy powder in it... Believe me, many nobles are taking this stuff, putting it in tea, or making soup."

... Bogda's confidence in his boss was completely shaken, and he even felt sick.

I believe Mr. Moretti...he took a deep breath, took out his wallet, and drew two notes of the largest denomination from the few gold pounds left.