"Can I determine if someone else has already obtained that item?" Klein asked thoughtfully.
"Of course," Gracis enthusiastically nodded and suggested repeating the process.
Klein reshuffled and cut the cards, then repeated his mental mantra. He prepared by placing the card horizontally, turning it clockwise into a vertical position before flipping it over with seriousness on his face.
Taking a deep breath, Klein reached out to reveal that tarot card.
Please don't let it be the "Fool" again... he thought as he turned the card over.
The card showed a "Fool" figure in reverse position!
Klein said, "I suggest you see a doctor soon, especially for your lungs."
"Why?" Gracis was taken aback by this suggestion.
Is he dissatisfied with my divination or cursing me?
Thinking for a moment, Klein replied, "This is from the color of your face. You have... a dark spot on your forehead."
"Darkness at the center of the forehead..." Gracis heard such a description for the first time.
Klein didn't elaborate but smiled and left the room as he shut the wooden door behind him.
"He's an unlicensed doctor or a rural pharmacist?" Gracis shook his head with amusement, picking up the divination mirror.
Carefully inspecting himself, he discovered that his forehead was indeed dark. In fact, in the dim light through the curtain, not only his forehead but most of his face appeared dark!
"It's an unpleasant joke," Gracis muttered under his breath as he reassured himself by conducting a health reading and confirmed that there were no issues.
...
Leaving the divination club, Klein had added another plan to his future.
That was to save up money quickly, pay for the annual fee, and become a member of the club to start playing the role of a "seer."
Why not go solo? It was due to lack of resources and channels. He couldn't beg on the street; after all, he had to maintain his dignity.
A few minutes later, he boarded a public carriage for 2 pennies and arrived at Zorlan Street, not too far away.
Pushing open the doors of "Blackthorn Security," he didn't see the familiar brown-haired girl but found Leonard Mitchell sitting behind the reception desk. He had poet-like qualities with black hair and green eyes.
"Good afternoon, where's Rosanne?" Klein removed his hat and asked as he bowed.
Leonard smiled and pointed towards a partition door, "She is on duty tonight at the armory."
Before Klein could ask more, Leonard stood up and said in a relaxed tone, "Klein, I have something I've always been puzzled about."
"What is it?" Klein was bewildered.
"Why did Welch and Naia choose to commit suicide on the spot, while you went home?" Leonard strolled for a few steps before turning directly towards Klein's eyes.