153 Final Act of Laying the Foundation (2/2)
Furthermore, this would serve as the final layer of the foundations. With the new ”experience” at the Divination Club, he would logically mention the application to Dunn Smith.
”Your words are always so philosophical,” Angelica praised.
Klein thought for a moment before saying with deliberation, ”I might not come to the Divination Club too often in the future, so you need not recommend me to others anymore.”
He had already digested his potion, so he had to advance towards a new goal!
”Why?” Angelica said in shock and puzzlement. ”You've already made a name for yourself in the club. Most people know that your divinations are very accurate and miraculous. In fact, we were considering getting you to come in on Sundays as a lecturer.”
If I was paid one pound for every divination I perform, then I would keep doing this regardless of how tired I was… Besides, I still have to investigate the houses with red chimneys and find the culprit as soon as possible… Klein smiled warmly.
”Madam, do not convince me to stay; this is the arrangement of fate.
”I won't stop coming to the Divination Club entirely, it's just that my visits will become less frequent. I'll still pay the membership fees on time.”
I can get reimbursed for it anyway… I will come down occasionally to monitor the place… Klein added in his heart.
”How regretful. I hope that you will be at the club when I happen to be lost.” Angelica sighed.
She realized that this wasn't as surprising as she imagined after the initial shock had passed.
Perhaps such a miraculous seer that still respected fate wasn't someone who could be held back by a club in Tingen… Angelica smiled, as if thinking about something.
”Sibe black tea?”
”Yes.” Klein returned a smile.
He spent about twenty minutes in the club, spending the time resting, finishing his black tea before leaving the club. He took a public carriage back to Daffodil Street.
When he entered, he opened the mailbox out of habit and saw that there was a letter placed inside not too long ago.
Klein opened the letter and noticed that it was from Mr. Azik.
”… I will be heading to Morse Town on Sunday and return on Wednesday.”
Most of the citizens in Morse Town are believers of the Goddess… He's heading there on a Sunday, which means that according to the usual level of efficiency, the Nighthawks would only receive the information on Tuesday or Wednesday. I can make it… To think that Mr. Azik would remember my request… I hope that he remembers not to do it personally. Him summoning a spirit and doing something scary would suffice… Klein nodded slightly. He released his spirituality and burned the letter with friction.
He flicked his hand, turning the flames into ashes and allowed them to fall slowly onto the ground.
…
Saturday afternoon. Klein was wearing his black windbreaker and hat. He had his cane in his hand as he walked slowly into the Blackthorn Security Company.
After greeting Rozanne, he looked at the partition and noticed that the Captain's office was open. He deliberately spoke louder, ”Yesterday. I saw a girl who looked just like you at the Divination Club.”
”Really?” Rozanne asked, her interest piqued.
Klein nodded without sincerity. ”Yes, in fact, I thought that she was your sister.”
”I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but I have no sisters, not even cousins.” Rozanne laughed. ”Do you remember her name?”
”No, why would I remember her name?” Klein smiled. ”Looking at her was exactly like looking at you.”
”Can I take that as a compliment?” Rozanne was a chatty girl who never needed others to start the conversation. She asked on her own accord, ”Klein, I would assume that you're earning quite a bit from the Divination Club? As a true Seer, your abilities are far beyond those who take this as a hobby.”
We would still be good colleagues if you didn't mention this… Klein coughed.
”A Seer has to be respectful of fate. We cannot use divination to ask for abnormal privileges.”
”Are you concluding your own maxim for a Seer?” Rozanne asked out of curiosity.
”Yes,” Klein answered frankly.
After a brief chat, Klein said goodbye to Rozanne. He took his hat and walked toward the partition.
Knock! Knock! Knock! He looked at Dunn Smith, who was drinking his coffee, as he knocked on the open door.
”Please come in.” Dunn looked up at Klein and adjusted his posture immediately.
Klein had already probed the Captain over the past two days. He confirmed that Dunn Smith hadn't mentioned the ”acting method” as he was trying it out. It was clear that he was also cautious of the higher-ups of the Church.
Thus he closed the door and sat across from Dunn. He said with a serious, yet slightly excited expression, ”Captain, I believe that I have completely grasped the Seer potion. I wish to submit a special application.”