Chapter 42

Ah!

The sound of the steam train rang out, and countless people filled with hope and dreams stepped off the train, arriving at the city of their dreams, Beikelande.

This is a land of hope, the capital of myriad capitals, a place where countless people believe their fate can change.

Glancing at the faint haze that seemed never to dissipate, forever shrouding the skies over Beikelande, Fengyi walked toward the countless crowds pouring into the city of hope, entered the station, and left this place most noticed and favored by the gods.

Beikelande, Queen's District, outside a building with stables and a garden, clearly belonging to a certain noble.

A young man with black hair and black eyes, thin-faced, wearing a monocle, leisurely arrived here.

Looking at the building before him, he suddenly pinched the monocle at his right eye, a faint expected smile appearing in his eyes.

"Indeed, I missed it again."

"Hehe, interesting."

"Is this truly fate?"

With a faint smile on his face, the young man with the monocle did not enter the building but, like an ordinary passerby, disappeared into the crowd.

A somewhat irritable gust of wind howled past, causing passersby to instinctively tighten their clothing.

Tinggen.

This is a city in the north of the Loen Kingdom.

It has several decent universities within the kingdom and is thus called the City of Universities.

Of course, compared to Beikelande, the place favored by the gods, Tinggen naturally falls far short.

On the streets of Tinggen, a young man dressed in a hooded robe, appearing as a traveler, held a feather quill and a somewhat ancient book, walking slowly along the road, as if recording something.

Occasionally, when passing a certain street, the youth would casually toss out a gold coin engraved with strange patterns.

The gold coin seemed illusory; upon landing, it turned into a rune that merged into the surrounding environment and vanished.

Yet the surrounding crowd seemed utterly unable to see this, paying no heed to the youth's actions.

Northern District of Tinggen, before a building.

The young man in the hooded robe, dressed as a traveler, stopped his steps; the silver-white ring on his finger glimmered faintly, and the feather quill and antique book in his hand instantly disappeared, as if entering another space.

This is a simple use of the sealed item known as the Door of Fate.

With this sealed item containing part of the concept and power of the Door Pathway, Fengyi also has a storage space essential for a transmigrator.

"Divination Club"

A low voice sounded; Fengyi's finger twitched slightly, a hexagram appeared in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile: "It seems fate still favors me; I happen to encounter Mr. Fool doing divination here today!"

As his words fell, Fengyi walked through the room's main door, went up to the second floor, and arrived at the hall of the Divination Club.

"Sir, would you like a divination, or to join our club?"

A lady with brownish-yellow hair, fairly good-looking, saw Fengyi's figure, approached him, and seemed to be the receptionist of the Divination Club.

"Join the Divination Club"

Upon hearing this, Fengyi instantly felt a strange sensation in his heart.

"Actually, from a certain perspective, I am indeed quite suited to join the Divination Club; at least in Tinggen, no one can divine better than I."

"But unfortunately, in this world, for me, divination is merely a side job; my true profession is that of a psychologist!"

Turning these thoughts in his mind, Fengyi's expression did not change much; he smiled at the receptionist lady and said, "Divination."

"Our members can freely perform divinations for people in the club and set their own prices, while the club only takes a very low commission."

After briefly introducing the benefits of joining the club and becoming a member, the brownish-yellow-haired lady maintained a polite smile and continued: "If you want a divination, here is a picture book containing the introductions and prices of members willing to divine; you may choose from it."

"Of course, if you have a familiar member, you can also designate that member to divine for you."

Speaking, the lady before him handed the picture book to Fengyi.

"Klein Moretti."

Taking the picture book and flipping through it briefly, Fengyi's gaze was drawn to one name.

Apparently noticing Fengyi's gaze, the receptionist lady beside him said: "Sir, you truly have good eyes; although Mr. Moretti has been in the club for a short time, he is a genuine diviner, praised by many clients; if he had not just joined the club, his divination fees would not be so low."

"It seems Mr. Fool and this lovely receptionist lady are on good terms! No wonder she's the Mistress of the Boudoir!"

This thought arose in his mind; Fengyi casually closed the picture book, smiling: "Then I'll choose Mr. Moretti."

"Very well, sir, please wait a moment."

Upon hearing that this gentleman had chosen the person she introduced, the brownish-yellow-haired receptionist lady's face showed a hint of joy; she took the picture book, turned, and walked into the club.

Watching the receptionist lady's figure disappear and sensing her spiritual fluctuations, Fengyi couldn't help but marvel at how truly charming Mr. Fool is.

After waiting a moment, the lovely lady emerged, still wearing a polite smile, and said: "Sir, Mr. Moretti is already waiting in the divination room; please follow me."

Nodding, Fengyi followed the lovely lady to a room with a wooden door.

Pushing open the wooden door, what met Fengyi's eyes was a youth with black hair and brown eyes, possessing a slightly scholarly air.

On the table before the youth lay various divination tools, appearing very professional.

"This is Klein!"

"If an ordinary person saw him, they would surely never associate him with the mysterious Mr. Fool above the Source Castle!"

This thought arose in his mind; Fengyi casually closed the wooden door and walked to the table.

"Hello, Mr. Moretti!"

After sitting down, looking at the opposite fellow who appeared like a charlatan, Fengyi's lips curled into a faint smile as he said: "Thank you for your trouble!"

"This guest, you're too polite!"

Klein courteously replied, then, without much expectation, asked: "How should I address you?"

While speaking, Klein slightly leaned back, his hand seemingly unconsciously adjusting his forehead.

"Lorde, you may call me Lorde."

Noticing Klein's movement, a hint of smile appeared in the depths of Fengyi's eyes, though he also did not expose this newcomer who had only just set foot on the extraordinary path.

He paused briefly, Fengyi smiled and said: "As you can see, I am a traveler; this journey is to find two very important things."

Speaking of this, his tone shifted slightly, then he continued: "When I passed by here, I happened to see there was a divination club, so I came over to try my luck, hoping to ask Mr. Moretti to do a divination for me, to see if my journey this time can achieve my goal."

?

Upon hearing the guest's account, Klein was momentarily stunned, and he also felt somewhat at a loss.

"You're looking for something; shouldn't you be asking me to divine where you can obtain what you're seeking?"

"You're just checking whether you can achieve your goal? That's too vague!"

"You're just seeking psychological comfort, aren't you?"

"Looks like you don't truly believe in divination!"

Although he complained inwardly, Klein's expression didn't change much; he gazed calmly at the guest opposite, his tone carrying a hint of leisure as he said: "In that case, Mr. Lord, which divination method would you like to use?"

After glancing at the various divination tools on the table, Fengyi casually pointed to that deck of cards and smiled: "Let's use the Tarot cards!"

"Tarot cards"

Upon hearing the guest's answer, a hint of unusual color appeared in Klein's eyes.

Perhaps because everyone above Source Fort had chosen the Tarot cards as their title, he now feels an inexplicable attachment to this deck.

He picked up the deck casually, Klein's motion without the slightest hesitation, shuffling and cutting skillfully, his movements also carrying a sense of pleasure.

Moments later, two cards appeared on the table.

He lightly flipped over one of them, and the image of a figure wearing splendid garments, a dazzling headdress, shouldering a staff, and pulling a small dog behind him entered Klein's vision, causing him a momentary lapse.

"The Fool card!"

(End of chapter)