Klein's surprised expression, Angelica immediately wavered: "Isn't it? Mr. Gracis said that you could tell there was a hidden disease in his lungs just by observing his face..." Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, and she eventually fell silent. Observation? Darkened brow? Klein suddenly understood and shook his head with a smile: "I think Mr. Gracis misunderstood." He had intended to brush it off with that, but then he remembered that no one had come to him for divination yesterday afternoon, which had made the process of playing the "diviner" very difficult. So he quickly changed his mind and explained a little: "This is actually a form of divination." "Divination? But Mr. Gracis only mentioned that you observed his face. Is that also considered divination?" Angelica asked in surprise and confusion. Klein smiled calmly: "As a member of the divination club, you should know palm reading, right?" Palm reading is not exclusive to the Great Eating Empire. Even on Earth, India and Old Europe have developed their own theories, not to mention that this is a world with extraordinary powers. "I know, but you didn't read his palm, did you? You were secretly observing?" Angelica asked curiously. "I was reading his face," Klein lied. "The principle is not essentially different from palm reading." "Really?" Angelica's eyes were filled with disbelief. For the sake of the development of the "diviner" business, Klein chuckled and pretended to think, tapping his forehead twice. Concentrating, Angelica's aura appeared in his eyes. Her head was purple, her hands and feet were red, and her throat was blue... There was no major health problem, but the colors were slightly dim, which was a normal sign of fatigue. Klein then looked at her emotions. He saw orange mixed with a little red and blue, meaning warmth with a hint of excitement and thought. Good... Seeing that it was a normal situation without any abnormalities, Klein was about to turn off his spiritual vision when he suddenly noticed a thick layer of grayish darkness deep within Angelica's emotional colors. "And she also lacks a bit of white, the positive energy..." Klein nodded thoughtfully. "Mr. Moretti, are you reading my face?" Seeing the young gentleman in front of her suddenly fall silent and look at her intently, Angelica sensed something and asked half curiously and half worriedly. Klein didn't answer immediately. He tapped his forehead again, looking very concentrated. Just as Angelica was starting to feel uneasy, he spoke gently: "Ms. Angelica, don't seal your sadness and pain inside your heart." Angelica's eyes widened, her mouth opened, but she couldn't say a word. She looked at Klein, who wore a half-top hat and had a distinct scholarly air, and heard him speak in a deep, soothing voice that made her feel warm: "You need a mountain climb, a tennis match, or a sad play. Let your body get tired from the exercise and let your tears flow freely. Then cry, shout, and let those emotions burst out completely." "It's also good for your physical health." His words flowed smoothly into her ears. Angelica seemed to turn into a statue, standing there motionless. She blinked hard, lowered her head in a panic, and mumbled: "Thank you for your advice..." "There seem to be quite a few members today?" Klein didn't say more. Just like he hadn't done any divination, he turned sideways and looked towards the meeting room at the end of the corridor. "Sunday afternoon... at least 50 members..." Angelica's voice was still a little hoarse, and her description only included a few key words. She paused, and her speaking speed gradually returned to normal: "Would you like tea or coffee?" "Silverberry tea," Klein nodded slightly, politely took off his hat, and then walked slowly towards the meeting room. It was not until he disappeared behind the door that Angelica let out a long breath. ... The meeting room of the Divination Club was very large, almost twice the size of a classroom at Klein High School. Usually, there were only a few members, making it seem very empty. But now, dozens of "diviners" were sitting in twos and threes at different spots, filling up most of the space. Sunlight streamed in through several arched windows. Members were either whispering to each other, or gathering around Mr. Moretti to ask questions, or concentrating on practicing and attempting divination, or sipping coffee and reading newspapers. This scene gave Klein a sense of being back in his student days on Earth, except that it was quieter and more peaceful then. He looked around but didn't see his acquaintances, Gracis and Edward Steve. So he casually picked up a public divination textbook and found a corner to leisurely flip through it. Before long, Angelica came in with a cup of black tea and placed it on the table in front of Klein. She was about to leave quietly when she suddenly saw Mr. Moretti take out a uniquely shaped silver chain from his left sleeve, with a pure yellow crystal hanging from it. What is he doing? Angelica unconsciously slowed down and stared at Klein. Klein held the silver chain in his left hand and let the yellow crystal drop straight down onto the cup of Sibber tea, just a little short of touching the liquid surface. He closed his eyes half-way, his expression serene, and the atmosphere around him immediately became quiet. The pure yellow crystal began to move slightly, making the uniquely shaped silver chain rotate clockwise. Seeing this, Angelica felt that Mr. Moretti was extremely mysterious. "Your black tea is quite good," Klein opened his eyes and whispered with a smile. His previous action was deliberately done, deliberately shown to Angelica! To get someone to come to him for divination quickly, Angelica, who was in charge of reception and recommendation, was actually a very crucial factor! Since he was going to play the role of a "diviner", Klein no longer had any reservations and truly immersed himself in this identity. "... "Yes, Mr. Vanas is very particular about the quality of black tea," Angelica said, taken aback. At this moment, Klein retracted the pendulum, wrapped it up again, and then picked up the white porcelain cup with patterns on it, smiling and raising it in a toast to the other person. ... Angelica returned to the reception hall, no longer in the mood to read magazines. She sat there, lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking about. It wasn't until a knock on the door startled her that she snapped out of her reverie and hurriedly looked towards the entrance, where she saw a young lady in a light blue dress. The lady took off her gauze hat with a pale blue ribbon and had a calm yet melancholy expression. "Good afternoon, noble lady. Do you want to join the club or have a fortune told?" Angelica greeted her familiarly. "I want to have a fortune told," the lady with beautiful but sad eyes said, biting her lip. Angelica first invited her to sit on the sofa and then gave a detailed introduction to the fortune-telling services for members. She took out a picture book and handed it over, saying, "You can choose any one." The melancholy lady began to flip through the book. Because there were so many members in the club today, the range of choices was too wide, which made her feel a bit confused. "Could you recommend one? From these pages," she pointed to the middle part of the book, excluding the fortune-tellers whose prices were above 2 sols or below 4 pence. Angelica took back the book, looked at it for a few minutes, and then said, "I recommend this gentleman." The lady, who was still uneasy, looked closely and found it was a fortune-teller named "Klein Moretti." "... Mr. Moretti has just joined the club... Is his level reliable?" she asked with some concern. Angelica nodded affirmatively: "Both I and a member can confirm that Mr. Moretti is an excellent diviner. If he weren't new to the club, he wouldn't charge such a low fee." "I see." The melancholy young lady nodded, "Then I'll ask Mr. Moretti to do a divination for me." "Alright, please wait a moment." Angelica took the book and walked towards the conference room. She came to Klein's side and whispered: "Mr. Moretti, someone has asked you to do a divination. Which divination room do you need?" Not bad, the first "customer" has come... Klein put down his cup of black tea and nodded calmly: "The Yellow Crystal Room." "Alright." Angelica led the way slowly and opened the wooden door of the Yellow Crystal Room. Klein sat behind the table filled with various divination tools and waited for a few dozen seconds. He saw a woman in a light blue dress enter, looking depressed and melancholy. Taking advantage of her closing the door, he tapped his forehead twice. "The yellow in the stomach area is a bit dim... The dark color of the emotions is very heavy, mainly worry and unease..." Klein looked carefully and leaned back, raising his hand to turn off his spiritual vision. "Hello, Mr. Moretti." The woman in the light blue dress sat down. "Good afternoon. How should I address you?" Klein asked politely, not expecting to get an answer. As a keyboard master, he knew that many people were reluctant to use their real names when getting a divination. "You can call me Anna." The woman in the light blue dress put her veil aside and looked at Klein with both anticipation and suspicion, "I want to divinate the situation of my fiancé. He went to the South Continent for a business deal in March. On the third of last month, he sent a telegram to me and his family, saying he was about to set sail and return. But twenty days have passed, and he still hasn't come back. At first, I thought it was due to the bad weather in the Stormy Sea, but now, more than a month has passed, and the ship he was on, the 'Alfalfa', still hasn't arrived at Enmat Port." The sea separating the North Continent and the South Continent is called the Stormy Sea, known for its numerous natural disasters and dangerous currents. If it weren't for Emperor Roselle sending people to explore several relatively safe routes, the countries of the North Continent might not have been able to enter the colonial era until today, let alone lay submarine cables and complete the framework of wired telegraphy. Klein looked at his first real customer as a diviner and asked cautiously: "Which divination method would you like to use?"
