At this point, Klein, who didn't have enough knowledge reserves, had no choice but to pause, take back his spirituality, stop watching, and stop listening.

He didn't intend to immediately pull the begging young man into the gray mist, he was going to understand what the other party was talking about first.

Of course, before that, we will often observe and do basic "assessment".

Phew... Klein exhaled, and leaned back in the magnificent gray mist temple.

He wrapped himself in spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling.

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After "reviewing" Russell's diary, Klein changed into his formal clothes and went out to the divination club.

With his salary doubled, he still chose to take the stagecoach, but took care of Mrs. Wendy's business extravagantly, and bought a cup of sweet iced tea for 1.5 pence to dispel the heat in the afternoon.

When he reached Howers Street, Klein threw the paper cup into the trash can and walked to the second floor step by step.

Before entering the door, he pinched the center of his brows and activated his spirit vision in advance.

As soon as he stepped into the reception hall, Klein immediately felt a slight sadness here.

The beautiful receptionist Angelica sat there, her eyes were distracted, and her eyes were flushed.

"Sorrow will always pass." Klein came to Angelica and said gently and calmly.

Angelica raised her head abruptly, and murmured in a daze, "Mr. Moretti..."

Soon, she woke up and asked in surprise, "You, do you know about Mr. Vincent?"

"Ah yes, I forgot that you are an excellent fortune teller."

Klein sighed in unison, "I can only divination vaguely... What exactly happened to Mr. Vincent?"

"The boss told us that Mr. Vincent suffered a heart attack in his sleep and passed away peacefully." Angelica said with a bit of crying, "He was a kind and polite man. , A true gentleman, he is the spiritual mentor of many members, he, he is still so young..."

"I'm sorry to make you more sad." Klein didn't do much to comfort him, and walked slowly to the conference room.

Angelica took out a handkerchief, wiped her eyes and nose, then looked at Klein's back, and raised her voice, "Mr. Moretti, what do you want to drink?"

"Black tea." Klein prefers this to coffee, although it doesn't feel very good.

Relatively speaking, he prefers ginger beer and sweet iced tea, but as a gentleman, he shouldn't act like a child in formal occasions...

Because of Monday, there were only five or six members in the conference room. In Klein's spiritual vision, their emotions were different. Some were truly sad, some were really slightly gloomy, and some were hardly affected at all.

"It's all normal...a normal reaction." Klein nodded invisibly, took a cane, and found a place at random.

He was about to turn off his spirit vision, when he suddenly saw Angelica coming in and walking towards him.

"Mr. Moretti, there is a customer looking for you, um, it's the one from last time." The beautiful lady lowered her voice.

"Do you remember him?" Klein asked back with a smile.

Hmm, I don�t know if that gentleman bought the magic potion according to my tips... I don�t know if he still needs surgery...

Angelica pursed her lips and said, "He is the only one who is willing to wait in the club for an afternoon."

Klein held his cane, stood up, and walked outside without saying a word. JrNovels.com