Roger roughly estimated that this critical juncture should be the stage when Klein was preparing to join the Tingen City Nighthawks team as a civilian.
He put down his satchel, sat on a bench across the street, and while flipping through the “Tingen City Honest Man’s Newspaper” he had just bought, he eyed the entrance of “Blackthorn Security Company” across the street.
Such ordinary behavior, however, attracted the attention of many people along the way.
“Is it the Attention-Seeker’s passive ability…?” Roger muttered to himself.
Although his post-transmigration self indeed possessed a slender and handsome physique, he didn’t mind if beautiful ladies and girls looked at him a bit more.
But this “attention-grabbing” trait seemed to be universally appealing, not only to ordinary citizens of all ages, but even to those fierce-looking hooligans and gang members who were eager to cause trouble and rob him, unable to suppress their impulses.
Roger’s mouth twitched slightly; as a Beyonder, he wasn’t afraid.
Instead, he was quite curious what these people would think if they knew that directly across the street was the Seventh Squad of the Police Department.
Just as he was flipping the newspaper to the “Tingen Celebrities’ Anecdotes” section, the door of “Blackthorn Security Company” across the street finally opened, and a young man with black hair, brown eyes, medium height, a slender build, and a clear scholarly air walked out.
This young man was the former Zhou Mingrui, now Klein Moretti.
He was dressed in cheap clothes, but his steps were light, and his expression was quite joyful.
From this, Roger deduced that Klein had just received an advance on his salary, specially approved by Captain Dunn, from Mrs.
Orianna, and was preparing to move his family to a new house and improve their lives.
Roger folded the newspaper, picked up his satchel, adjusted the brim of his wide-brimmed fedora, and quickly walked up to Klein.
This unusual action naturally drew the other party’s attention.
He instinctively took a step back, looking at Roger warily.
“May I help you?”
Roger flashed an enthusiastic smile and then drew a Holy Emblem of Darkness on his chest:
“Praise the Goddess!”
He then continued:
“Good morning, esteemed sir.
I wonder if you would be interested in supporting the work of our Tingen City Stray Cat Protection Association?
For just one penny, a cat can have a full meal.”
Tingen City Stray Cat Protection Association?
What in the world?
Klein frowned.
He couldn’t recall there being such an association in Tingen City.
It must be a scam!
He had just received a generous salary, and now someone was asking for money.
It was hard for him not to suspect this was some new form of fraud.
“Sorry, I’m not interested.”
Klein shook his head and turned to leave, but Roger stopped him.
“Sir, please don’t rush.
My family has a motto: ‘If everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place.’
“If you don’t mind, I can briefly introduce you to our association’s mission and operating mechanism?”
Klein was already a bit impatient, but upon hearing Roger’s first sentence, he paused slightly, a look of confusion on his face.
This sounded like lyrics from a song on Earth?
Seeing the other party stop, Roger explained to Klein all the operating methods and missions of the animal rescue centers he had seen in his previous life.
In the era of the world of mysteries, these ideas were very advanced and highly feasible.
Klein was already a cat lover, and his vision far surpassed that of his contemporaries.
He had even directly contributed to the modernization of the entire Loen Kingdom’s civil service examination system.
At this moment, he naturally listened with shining eyes, nodding repeatedly, clearly very convinced.
Finally, he actually pulled out a one-penny coin and handed it to Roger.
“Praise the Goddess, your association’s ideas are very progressive.
I hope you continue to thrive.”
He then nodded and quickly left amidst Roger’s thanks.
“To trick money out of the Poor God, this is definitely an unprecedented achievement.”
Possessing divination abilities, he could naturally track Klein’s location through the coin tainted with his aura.
The current Klein had not yet become a Beyonder and had not yet mastered anti-divination abilities, which meant Roger could easily find him.
After all, he was the future Lord of Mysteries, and his luck was far beyond that of ordinary people.
Most people who befriended Klein eventually received good fortune.
During this time, he could frequently “accidentally” meet Klein and deepen their relationship.
Perhaps, he could even join the Tarot Club like Leonard.
Watching Klein walk away, Roger nodded slightly and walked in the opposite direction.
He found a hotel, rented a room for a week, had breakfast, and then went out again, taking a trackless carriage to the vicinity of the “Divination Club.”
Roger wanted to become a registered Diviner.
The primary goal was to deepen his contact with Klein; the latter, according to the plot’s development, would definitely come to the Divination Club for a part-time job, which was a good opportunity.
On the other hand, he hoped to contact Haynes Vincent.
This well-known Diviner in Tingen City had a little-known true identity: a member of the Aurora Order, a follower of the True Creator.
The Aurora Order was inextricably linked to the two mysticism events of the True Creator’s Son’s descent and the Antigonus family’s notebook, making it the biggest destabilizing factor in Tingen City.
Not a single mistake, not a single omission, not a single detail!
Especially the former, behind it lay the manipulation of Ince Zangwill and Sealed Artifact 0-08.
Earlier, Amon had asked Roger to contact the Aurora Order, likely because he had discovered his uniqueness and, with a mind to watch the show, wanted to see what kind of different ripples this anomaly could stir up in Tingen City.
But neither Amon nor the Aurora Order were existences Roger could afford to provoke at this stage.
Since I can’t provoke either side, why don’t I just join both?
Today’s goal is to embrace the “Aurora Order” as a new powerful backer!
As a junior to the Ancient Sun God’s son, his seniority was much higher than those divine envoys and saints of the Aurora Order.
Although he couldn’t beat any of them at the moment…
“Here we are.”
Roger glanced at the Divination Club’s sign, stepped inside, and went up to the reception desk on the second floor.
“Hello, sir, are you here for a divination, or to join our club?
Membership fee is only 5 pounds.”
A beautiful lady with light brown hair piled high enthusiastically asked.
Of course, I won’t pay to join the club…
Roger thought to himself, shook his head, and then said:
“Madam, I’m here to earn money.”
The beautiful lady across from him paused, seemingly not expecting him to be so straightforward.
“You wish to register as a rotating Diviner for the club?” she asked in return.
After receiving Roger’s affirmative answer, the other party didn’t hesitate, directly taking out an interview form and asking about his specialties and expected divination fees.
“Which of your Diviners is the most expensive?” Roger asked back.
“That would naturally be Mr.
Haynes Vincent, a famous Diviner in Tingen, a resident mentor at the club, skilled in various forms of divination, charging 4 Soles per session.”
“Good, that’s it.” Roger nodded with satisfaction and replied.
“You also want 4 Soles?
Are you sure your skill level can compare to Mr.
Vincent’s?” The receptionist was quite surprised, doubting if she had misheard.
After all, the other party’s face looked unfamiliar, seemingly not one of the long-established Diviners.
“No, I want double Mr.
Vincent’s fee.”
Roger’s smile was exceptionally bright.