Chapter 95: The Supplicant

"A prayer?"

Klein's mind stirred as he used the same method he used back when he

spied on The Hanged Man. He allowed his spirituality to spread outward

and touch the crimson blob.

A hazy and contorted image appeared within his sight. He could faintly

see a blond teen kneeling on the ground, facing a pure crystal ball.

That teenager was dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit, with a style

very different from the contemporary styles of the Loen Kingdom. It was

more congruent with the traditional clothing of the Feysac Empire and

the Intis Republic that Klein had seen from reading magazines.

The area surrounding the teenager was dark and had old furniture. From

time to time, the room would be illuminated, but Klein couldn't hear the

roaring thunder or the pattering of rain.

In the image, the teenager had his hands on his forehead, fingers

crossed. He bowed forward, continually praying for something. His thick

accent buzzed in Klein's ears.

Klein listened attentively but discovered an awkward fact.

He couldn't understand what the other party was saying. It was a

language that he had never come across in his life!

*...To think that I cannot understand a foreign language even though I

am the mysterious ruler of this world above the gray fog...*

Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh. He indignantly tried listening in

once again in a manner more attentive than when he had to do English

listening comprehension tests back on Earth.

As he was listening to the prayers, he gradually discovered something.

Even though he had never learned the language the young man was

speaking, he found that it had similarities to Ancient Feysac!

*Father... Mother... Those are likely the meanings of those two terms,

right? It is quite similar to Ancient Feysac, but not without its

differences...* Klein creased his brows and slipped into deep

thought. *Ancient Feysac was a common language in the Fourth Epoch. It

is also the root language of all the contemporary languages of this era.

Furthermore, it is still evolving... I cannot confirm it right

now...*

He listened to it over and over again, eliminating the possibility of

the language being a modern language like Loen, Feysac, or Intis.

*Could it be a dialect of Ancient Feysac? Like the language used in the

Antigonus family's diary?* Klein tapped his finger on the edge

of the bronze table and nodded indiscernibly. *There was another

possibility. Ancient Feysac didn't spring into existence out of nothing,

it was an evolution of Jotun, the language of the Giants... The Feysac

Empire in the north has always claimed that its people possesses the

bloodline of the Giants. Perhaps, this is ancient Jotun.*

At this point, Klein, who lacked knowledge, could only stop. He

retracted his spirituality, without looking or listening in to that

scene.

He had no intention of pulling the praying teen up above the fog

immediately. He wanted to know what the young man was talking about

first.

Of course, before that, he had to observe him frequently and conduct

basic 'tests'.

Phew. Klein exhaled as he leaned back in his chair.

He enveloped himself with his spirituality and simulated the feeling of

falling.

After "revising" Roselle's diary, Klein changed into his formal wear and

left for the Divination Club.

He took the public transport despite his pay rise, but he did splurge to

support Mrs. Wendy's business. He spent 1.5 pence on sweet iced tea to

combat the afternoon heat.

When he arrived at Howes Street, Klein tossed the empty cup into the

trash can and walked up to the second floor.

Before entering the building, he pinched his glabella and activated his

Spirit Vision.

Klein had just entered the hall when he felt a faint, lingering grief.

The pretty receptionist Angelica was sitting there; her slightly red

eyes looked unfocused.

"The grief will pass in time," Klein said with a gentle and firm tone as

he walked toward Angelica.

Angelica looked up abruptly and muttered, clearly confused, "Mr.

Moretti..."

She quickly came to her senses and asked, perturbed, "Y-you already know

about Mr. Vincent?

"Oh right, I forgot that you're an exceptional fortune-teller."

Klein sighed appropriately.

"I only managed to divine a very rough outline of what transpired...

Just what exactly happened to Mr. Vincent?"

"The boss told us that Mr. Vincent had a heart attack in his sleep and

left this world peacefully." Angelica cried as she said, "He was so

friendly, so polite, a true gentleman. He was the spiritual mentor of so

many of our members. H-he was still so young..."

"I am sorry for bringing up this sad topic." Klein didn't console her

any further. He walked toward the meeting room slowly.

Angelica took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes and nose. She then

looked at Klein's back and asked loudly, "Mr. Moretti, what would you

like to drink?"

"Black tea." Klein preferred black tea to coffee, even though he found

the black tea average.

In comparison, he preferred ginger beer and sweet iced tea. But as a

gentleman, it was not right for him to act like a child in a formal

setting...

As it was a Monday, there were only five or six members in the meeting

room. Using his Spirit Vision, Klein saw that they each had different

colors of emotion. Some were grieving, some more dull, some relatively

unaffected.

They're all rather normal... normal reactions. Klein nodded

slightly. He picked up his cane and found a spot in the room.

He was about to deactivate his Spirit Vision when he saw Angelica walk

in and walk towards him.

"Mr. Moretti, a customer is looking for you. Well, it's the person from

last time," the beautiful lady said with a hushed tone.

"You still remember him?" Klein asked with a smile.

*Hmm, I wonder if he bought the magical medicine as I instructed... I

wonder if he still needs surgery...*

Angelica covered her mouth and said, "He was the only person who was

willing to wait an entire afternoon in the club for a divination."

Klein grabbed his cane and stood up. He walked outside without saying

anything.

In the reception area, he found the person who had sought his services

the other day. He also noticed that the aura near his liver had regained

its normal color. His overall health had also improved.

"Congratulations, the feeling of being healthy is wonderful indeed."

Klein smiled as he extended a hand.

Bogda was first taken aback before he immediately extended both hands.

He grabbed Klein's right palm tightly.

"Mr. Moretti, you truly can 'see' my condition!

"Yes, I have fully recovered! The doctors asked me questions over and

over again, ran repeated tests on me, but they cannot believe that I

recovered just like that!"

Upon hearing Bogda's ecstatic description, Klein calmly confirmed one

thing---the apothecary at Lawson's Folk Herb Store was definitely a

Beyonder!

He had seen how severe the man's liver disease had been. Fully healing

him in the span of a few days was beyond the capability of herbs and

medical ability. The only possible explanation was that of a Beyonder!

Coupled with the incident with Glacis, there could only be one answer.

"I have to repent to God. To think that I would suspect you, suspect

that miraculous doctor." Bogda refused to let go of Klein's hand. He

continued on about his shame and gratitude, "...those ten pounds were

truly money well spent. It bought my life back!"

*What? Ten pounds? You spent ten pounds on the miraculous medicine? And

you only gave me eight pence for my divination... Just eight pence...

eight pence... pence...* Klein was dazed just hearing about it.

At this moment, Bogda released his hands as he took a step back while

beaming. He bowed reverently and said, "I am here today to express my

gratitude. Thank you, Master Moretti. You showed me the way and saved my

life.

"This was the outcome of you paying to have something divined. You need

not thank anybody." Klein lifted his head slightly and looked at the

divide between the wall and the ceiling. His answer fully expressed the

vibes of a charlatan.

"You are a true seer," Bogda praised. "Next, I'll be heading to Vlad

Street to thank that apothecary and buy the medicine he recommended."

"Haven't you already recovered?" Klein expertly hid the shock in his

voice.

Bogda looked around, and laughed when he confirmed that the receptionist

was not paying attention to them. He chuckled softly and said, "The

doctor mentioned a concoction of herbs that includes mummy powder. It is

a prescription that would satisfy both men and women... I didn't believe

the doctor back then, but I have no more doubts now."

...There's a prescription like that? Klein suddenly felt that

the apothecary was a cheat, and suspected if he had pushed the person in

front of him into a fiery pit of doom.

He observed Bogda and confirmed that there was no problem with his aura.

"Mummy powder?" Klein cautiously asked.

"Yes, mummy powder. I have asked a friend, he said that even the nobles

of Backlund are maniacally looking for such an item. It's a powder made

by grinding mummies which gives men peak performance in bed. Even though

it's disgusting and sounds dirty, it truly is a material used by the

aristocrats..." Bogda gave a detailed description. He had an eager

desire in his eyes.

*Mummies? Mummies made from corpses? Then grinding them to

powder?* Klein was dumbfounded. He nearly retched in front of

Bogda.

Those nobles sure are hardcore... Just as he was about to

advise Bogda against doing so, Glacis, who had suffered from a lung

disease previously, stepped into the door and heard Bogda's description.

"Yes, it's very effective. I would recommend that you head to Lawson's

Folk Herb Store at Vlad Street. Mr. Lawson's secret recipe is very

effective!" Glacis took off his spectacles and leaned over with

interest. He recommended with a hushed tone, "My experience was very,

very, very perfect."

"You know of it too? I was just about to head to Mr. Lawson's Folk Herb

Store." Bogda's worries vanished completely.

After a short conversation, he left the Divination Club in a hurry.

Up until then, Klein was still a little dumbfounded.

He waited till twenty past five in the afternoon before putting on his

hat and picking up his black cane. He took a carriage down to Vlad

Street, intending to observe the apothecary named Lawson Darkweed before

deciding if he should notify the captain or not.

18 Vlad Street.

Klein stood outside the herb store and saw the closed door, as well as a

subletting notice.

...Quite a wary man... he muttered silently.

Since this had happened, he no longer had to be troubled or perform any

observations.