Lord of the Mysteries - Chapter 95

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 .