The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 37: The Club

Under the scorching afternoon sun, Klein left his home.

Since he had to walk away from Iron Cross Street to where Welch was, he wore a linen shirt rather than his formal attire consisting of a hat and leather boots. He was wearing a matching brown coat, a round hat, and a pair of old leather shoes. That way, he would not have to worry that the smell of his sweat would dirty that rather expensive suit.

As he walked down Daffodil Street, he walked towards Iron Cross Street. When he passed through the square in the corner, he subconsciously glanced.

The tents have disappeared. The circus troupe from earlier had left after finishing their show.

Klein originally envisioned an animal trainer who had helped him foresee his fate as a hidden expert. He believes he deliberately appears to guide her after discovering something unique about her and that she will meet him and provide clues for the future. But all that didn't happen. He went to the next stop on a tour with a circus troupe.

How could there be so many cliche tropes .. Klein shook his head while grinning. He turned to Iron Cross Street.

Iron Cross Street is not characterized by a single street. As the name suggests, it is formed by two paths crossing each other.

With the intersection at its core, it is divided into Left Road, Right Road, Upper Road, and Lower Road. Klein, Benson, and Melissa previously lived on Lower Street.

However, residents living in his former apartment and the surrounding area do not consider the area to be Jalan Bawah. Instead, they coined the term Middle Street. In doing so, they made a clear distinction between those who lived there and the poor who lived two hundred meters down the road.

There, a bedroom was occupied by five or six people, and sometimes even up to ten people.

Klein walked along the outskirts of Left Street while letting his mind wander. He recalled the Antigonus family notebook and how it was lost. He thought of its importance to the Nighthawks and thought of the deaths it caused.

His heart slowly turned heavy as his face turned pale.

At that moment, a familiar voice sounded.

"Male."

Klein turned his head curiously and found himself near the entrance of the Smyrin Bakery. Madame Wendy with gray hair greeted her with a wave of hands and a warm smile.

"You don't look very happy?" Wendy asked in a friendly manner.

Klein rubbed his face and said, "A little."

“Whatever your worries, tomorrow will always come,” said Bu Wendy with a smile. "Here, try the sweet iced tea I just made. I'm not sure if it fits the taste of the locals."

"Local people? Aren't you one of them, Mrs Smyrin?" Klein shook his head in amusement.

Trying something means free, right?

Wendy Smyrin raised her chin slightly and said, "Your guess is correct. I'm actually a South. I came to Tingen with my husband, but that was over forty years ago. Heh heh, back then, Benson wasn't born yet. .Even your parents don't know each other.

"i've always been a little unfamiliar with the food preferences of the Northmen and I've always missed my hometown food.I missed pork sausage, potato bread, baked pancakes, veggies fried in lard, and roast with special sauce."

"Oh, and I also miss sweet iced tea…"

Klein smiled when he heard that.

"Mrs. Smyrin, this is really a topic that makes me hungry. Thank you very much."

"Food can always cure sadness." Wendy gave him a cup of brownish-red liquid. "This is the sweet iced tea I made based on my memory. Try it and tell me if it's good."

After thanking her, Klein took a sip and found her to resemble a red iced tea from Earth. However, it's not so stimulating. The tea taste is stronger and feels more refreshing. It instantly dissipated the heat brought by the burning sun.

"It's amazing!" she's amazed.

"That makes me comfortable." Wendy smiled with narrowed eyes as she watched him finish the cup of tea in a friendly manner.

After chatting with Madam Smyrin about her move, Klein returned to the path he was most familiar with.

There are far fewer street vendors in the afternoon. They gathered again after half-five. The people who stayed behind looked sleepy and lethargic.

The moment he entered the area, Klein's heart suddenly felt overwhelmed by the darkness. His heart felt heavy, sad, and moody for unexplainable reasons.

What the hell's going on? He sharply felt something wrong about her. He immediately stopped and scanned his surroundings, but did not see anything strange.

After some thought, Klein raised his hand and knocked on his glabella like he was thinking.

His vision soon changed. The aura of the peddlers and pedestrians all appeared.

Before Klein could observe the color of their health, his attention was distracted by a color that represented gloom.

He was unable to determine the exact thoughts from the observed, but a desperate, apathetic, and gloomy impression was etched deep in his heart.

As he scanned the area, he realized that even the sun could not remove those dark colors.

It was a gloomy feeling that stained them from years of oppression.

As Old Neil said, activating his Spirit Vision easily pulled him into unfamiliar surroundings and made him feel uneasy. He is also easily influenced by the emotions of others.

Similar principles can be used on abilities such as perception. This was an ability he had gained without any additional training after becoming an Astrologer. It was a passive feeling that could not be denied. It allowed him to directly sense the existence of something abnormal.

There must be a level of interaction when understanding something; therefore, in the eyes of a Beyonder someone like Spirit Medium, the intensity of everyone's perception is obvious. It's like a fire at night. Therefore, people with high perception are naturally affected by the intense atmosphere of something abnormal. It can only be practiced repeatedly to understand, control, and adapt to such an outcome.

"Colors that are suppressed like that may form over a long period of time, right?" Klein sighed while shaking his head, feeling somewhat affected.

He knocked on his glabella twice more and tried hard to unite his spirituality.

Knocks. Knocks. Knocks. Klein walked towards the apartment and sensed an abnormal presence or small connection while also searching for the Antigonus family notebook that he "had" hidden.

The road is the same as usual. There is dirty water and rubbish on the streets. It only settled when he reached the entrance of the apartment.

Klein pushed the half-closed door and circled the first floor in a darkness that could not be reached by sunlight.

The wooden stairs creaked continuously as he climbed them.

The second floor was dim as usual. Klein let go of his perception and looked into the darkness.

However, not only had he failed to find any clues about his notebook, he had even failed to see an invisible spiritual body.

"If it were so easy to meet them, most ordinary people would not feel the existence of extraordinary things .." Klein sighed in reflection.

He already understood that most "spirits" do not exist in the form of a spiritual body, but in the form of spirituality. Only a Spirit Medium could communicate effectively with them.

After circling the third floor once, Klein left the apartment and retraced his memory trail towards Welch's place.

He walked for an entire hour but found nothing along the way.

Standing outside the bungalow in the garden, Klein looked at the building through the locked iron gate and muttered to himself, "There's no need for me to find Welch's place, right? Captain and Mrs Daly must have been conducting a carpet search in that place…

"After all, I don't have the key. They can't expect me to climb the wall…

"I'll try another way tomorrow …

"i've walked so much today, but there's no step counter rating …"

While railing, Klein returned to the nearby district. He planned to take a public train to the Blackthorn Security Company to take his daily allocation of thirty bullets. He needs to use his time and training.

The lack of quick and effective offensive means of a Seer can only be redeemed with a revolver and its stick!

The district around where Welch lives is relatively clean. Shops with clean and bright windows lined both sides of the street.

At the turn of the road, Klein was just about to look for a train stop when his gaze swept over some signboards on the second floor.

"Harrods Shop."

"Military Veterans' Chaos."

"The Divination Club."

…

The Divination Club .. Klein quietly repeated the name and recalled that he had to 'act' as an Astrologer.

Yeah, I have to take a look and look for new ideas…

Amidst her mixed thoughts, Klein went across the street and went to the second floor. He entered the main foyer to see a beautiful female servant.

The woman with tanned yellow hair wrapped around Klein's size before saying with a smile, "Master, do you want to predict your fate, or do you want to join our club?"

"What are the conditions for entry?" klein asked casually.

The woman explained very familiarly, "Fill your personal data and pay an annual membership fee. The first year is five pounds and the following years will be one pound a year. Don't worry, we're not like a political or business club that allows entry through recommendations from formal members.

"Members can freely use club meeting rooms and various divination rooms and equipment. They can enjoy the coffee and tea we provide and read the newspapers and magazines we subscribe to for free. They can buy lunch, dinner, and alcoholic beverages at a price, as well as educational materials and ingredients needed for the prophecy.

"In addition, we invite at least one well-known astrologer to lecture each month to answer any questions.

"Most importantly, you can find many friends with similar hobbies and brainstorm with them."

It sounded pretty good, but... I had no money. Klein gave a self-deprecating smile before asking, "Then what if I wanted my luck told?"