“Mr.
Moretti, I might know what you want to ask.”
Before Klein could continue, Roger took the initiative to respond, “But I don’t think now is a good time to discuss this issue.
As a Seer, you can try to divine your question.”
Klein paused at his words, seemingly speechless at Roger’s enigmatic behavior.
But in the end, he still pulled out his pendulum from his pocket and hung it on his hand.
Not long after, the pendulum’s bob began to sway slightly.
But the swaying was irregular, sometimes clockwise, sometimes parallel, and sometimes counter-clockwise.
“Unfortunately, my divination seems to point to an unknown fog.”
Klein shook his head.
“The Attention-Seeker’s anti-divination characteristic…”
Roger thought to himself.
He took off his hat and showed a gentle smile: “Well, it seems today is not a good day to reveal the mystery.”
“I still have some things to discuss with Ms.
Angelica, so I’ll take my leave now.
See you later on Daffodil Street.”
Roger bowed slightly, and Klein had no choice but to turn sideways, making way for him.
As he turned his back to Klein and walked towards the reception room not far away, Roger pursed his lips tightly, trying his best to appear normal.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to acknowledge Klein, his fellow countryman; the problem was that he had too many debuffs on him right now.
He was a subordinate of Amon, a candidate member of the Aurora Order, and was also involved in mysteries of pillar-level.
Although Klein didn’t know these things, if the Nighthawks noticed his “new friend” at this stage, his decent job he had just found would be ruined.
So Roger deliberately gave Klein an ambiguous feeling, making it hard to discern his true background.
This way, both parties could continue friendly contact as good neighbors and good folks, and neither would have to reveal their cards.
Klein was a smart person; based on Roger’s understanding of him in the original work, he would most likely temporarily bury the problem in his heart and wait for the right time to bring it up.
There were many benefits to this.
Besides not causing trouble for Klein, if he happened to get into any incident related to an evil god, Klein would most likely not report him to the Church immediately…
This made Roger feel like a scumbag, but for the sake of his poor fellow countryman to have a few more good days, it was necessary.
After all, in the near future, the Aurora Order was going to make a big splash in Tingen City… No, they were going to bring a big treasure from the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
That incident would completely disrupt Klein’s life trajectory, making him leave his hometown and embark on a The Fool’s journey with no return.
“Ms.
Please arrange a divination room for me.”
Walking to the front desk, Roger said to Angelica.
“Ah, okay, no problem.
What a coincidence, there just happens to be a gentleman here looking for a good astrologer.
You can go to the second divination room on the left side of the corridor first, and I’ll bring him over right away.”
“Oh, by the way, that’s Mr.
Haynes Vincent’s private divination room, but he just told me you could use it.”
Angelica smiled and pointed to her right.
Given Haynes Vincent’s affirmation of Roger’s divination abilities, she was now very much looking forward to the latter’s work performance.
“Oh, by the way, Mr.
Meters.
The club offers complimentary Xibor Black Tea, South Wales Coffee, and dixie coffee.
Which one would you like?”
“A cup of Xibor Black Tea, no sugar and no milk, thank you.”
Roger was a tea enthusiast when he was on Earth—of course, compared to the popular milk tea in Loen at the moment, he still preferred the pure tea method.
“Okay, it will be delivered to you right away.”
Roger nodded and walked straight in the direction Angelica had pointed earlier.
Although the divination room was not too large, it was exquisitely decorated.
On the table was a beautifully bound standard set of Tarot cards, a bronze mirror, and a stack of astrolabe sketchbooks.
“Haynes still can’t forget his bronze mirror divination.”
Roger picked up the inverted mirror and examined it for a while, chuckling inwardly.
This follower of the Aurora Order seemed to love magic mirror divination very much.
He would promote it to others whenever he had a chance, and even harm his own students.
This mirror in front of him most likely had a relationship with the True Creator, but Roger was not afraid.
Contaminated by Yog-Sothoth, he was not afraid of being contaminated again.
Anyway, as long as the opponent’s Beyonder characteristic did not reach the level of the Three Pillar Gods, no matter how many came, they would all be like a stone sinking into the sea.
Soon, Angelica came in carrying a cup of Xibor Black Tea and a cup of dixie coffee.
Accompanying her was a serious middle-aged man with a hooked nose, a wide forehead, and gold-rimmed glasses.
From the man’s elegant formal wear and cane, he must either be a successful businessman or a titled noble.
“Mr.
Meters, this is Mr.
Willis from Coniston, Midseashire.
Angelica said, then put down the black tea and coffee, and consciously withdrew.
Midseashire is one of the top three steel and coal producing areas in the Loen Kingdom.
In recent years, with the development of the national industry, many coal and steel conglomerate businessmen have made a fortune.
The man named Willis sized up Roger, nodded slightly, but when he saw the cat on Roger’s shoulder, his lips curled almost imperceptibly.
Bandit obviously saw that the other party didn’t like it, so it jumped down on its own accord and took a nap at Roger’s feet.
“Mr.
Willis, I am Metersbonwe, you can just call me Meters.
“I specialize in astrolabe divination, pendulum divination, and Tarot divination.
You can make any request you have.”
Roger briefly introduced himself and the types of divination he was good at.
“Astrolabe divination is fine.
I’ve had contact with that before.
I don’t really trust anything else.”
Mr.
Willis’s voice was somewhat hoarse:
“A week ago, I brought my youngest son, James, from Coniston to Tingen City to discuss an iron ore deal.
Everything was going smoothly, but three nights ago, James said he wanted to go out and experience Tingen’s bar culture, and he never came back.”
“I tried reporting it to the police, and the police also conducted a search for missing persons, but they found nothing.”
Roger nodded slightly: “You want me to divine the whereabouts of young James, right?”
Mr.
Willis nodded, took a deep breath, and said, “Precisely.
This is his date of birth, time, and place.
I know astrology needs these.”
Roger breathed a sigh of relief.
The most feared thing in astrology was when the client could not provide an accurate birth time.
Since the other party had done his homework, it saved him a lot of trouble.
He quickly drew James’s natal chart, and then, based on the current ephemeris, he drew the celestial chart for comparison around the outer edge.
The purpose of doing this was to deduce James’s current environment and thus determine his location.
Then Roger carefully examined the astrolabe, but the more he looked, the deeper his frown became.
“Hiss… The lord of the ascendant has fallen into Pisces, forming a restrictive aspect with Mars… Is this an involvement in a mystical event, and is there a life-threatening danger?”
There will be another update tonight.