Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 116 My Brother the Fortune Teller

Klein wrapped the topaz around his hand and put his hat back on. He thought with some annoyance, "Maybe I can put a piece of paper on the wall and say 'Don't love Eve, it won't work out.'"

He imagined the scene, a group of people gathered around, discussing the contents of the paper. In that case, Eve's reputation would probably spread beyond Tingen Technical College and into Tingen, but it was unknown what kind of reputation it would be.

With his thoughts racing, Klein stood up, walked out of the Citrine Room, and prepared to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"Da da da!"

The cane kept hitting the ground as Klein moved, again and again, but suddenly it disappeared.

A familiar voice unexpectedly entered Klein's ears.

"Mr. Moretti?"

Oh my god! Melissa!

Klein quickly identified the owner of the voice. He raised his cane to prevent it from making any noise and quietly approached the reception desk.

It really is Melissa!

Klein's mind suddenly went blank. He had no thoughts in his head. His body fled before his mind as he directly returned to the Citrine Room and locked the door.

……

Klein!
Melissa stared at the name on the paper in amazement, and for a moment she even doubted her own eyes.

Klein actually knows divination?

Could it be that his teacher taught him this?
"Ms. Angelica," Melissa tugged at her dress uncomfortably. "Is Klein a member of the Diviner's Club?"

"Miss, do you know Mr. Klein?"

Angelica asked casually, not surprised at all. Klein was considered a relatively famous fortune teller.

"Yes," Melissa nodded, pursed her lips, and said after two seconds of consideration: "He is my brother."

Angelica looked at Melissa in surprise, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"I didn't expect that... Oh, wait, do you need me to find Mr. Klein? He was just doing a divination, and it's over now."

"No, not now," Melissa said immediately. The girl looked around and asked uncomfortably, "I'd like to ask how to join the Fortune Teller Club. Do I need to pay a membership fee?"

Angelica nodded and said:

"Miss Moretti, would you like to join the club? You can join the Diviners Club by paying the membership fee. The initial membership fee is 5 pounds, and thereafter 1 pound per year. Members can use the club's meeting room, various divination rooms, and divination tools for free. They can also enjoy free coffee and tea, free access to our subscribed newspapers and magazines, and purchase lunch, dinner, alcoholic beverages, and some divination teaching materials and supplies at cost price."

"Also, we invite at least one famous fortune teller to give lectures every month to answer any questions. Hmm... this may not be very useful to Ms. Moretti, since you have a brother who is a true fortune teller, after all."

"Most importantly, your brother is here too, and you can find a group of friends with the same hobbies and exchange experiences with each other."

5 pounds!
Melissa was shocked by the high cost; it was almost Klein's weekly salary!

What a luxury!

"No, I have no intention of joining the club," Melissa said firmly, "I'm not interested in divination."

"It's truly astonishing," Angelica said, her mouth slightly wide open. "After all, your brother is a true fortune teller. I thought his family would be too... Your brother is truly amazing. Even those who aren't interested in fortune telling would find it hard to completely uninterested after meeting Mr. Klein."

Klein's divination skills seemed quite strong... Ms. Angelica had been saying that Klein was a true fortune teller... Melissa lowered her head and looked at the words "Klein Moretti, 8 pence" on the paper. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "Ms. Angelica, how do you set your prices?"

Angelica followed Melissa's gaze and saw "Klein Moretti, 8 pence" on the paper. She chuckled and explained, "Our prices are set by the fortune teller himself. We take one-eighth of the total price."

"Actually, with Mr. Klein's level, he could definitely charge one soli, or even two soli, but you can't insult a true fortuneteller with money."

what?
Melissa's eyes were filled with shock and confusion. What did it mean that she couldn't insult a real fortune teller with money?
Industry taboos?

But when did Klein become a fortune teller? Benson and I have no idea. We don't even know when he first became interested in fortune telling or when he joined the Fortune Teller Club.

"When did Klein join the club?" Melissa asked Angelica with a serious and inquiring expression.

Mr. Klein seems to be... hiding something from his family?

Angelica hesitated for a few seconds, pondering, and finally said tentatively, "Mr. Klein has only been a member for a short time..."

She observed Melissa's expression, which was still the same as before.

It seems... that's right...

Angelica continued, "I joined in early July..."

Early July? Back then, Klein hadn't been promoted yet and was only making £3 a week!

Where did he get the £5 membership fee!
"Mr. Moretti is truly a fortune teller of noble character," Eve said, resting her fist on her chin and thinking seriously. "Few people can refuse money."

"Teacher Eve?"

Melissa was stunned for a moment. She had no idea when Teacher Eve had returned. But when she thought about Eve's strange presence, it made sense.

When the girl heard Eve's praise, she felt her face flushed. She looked away embarrassedly and changed the subject, "What do you want from Kolbe, teacher?"

Even if others don't know, doesn't she know...

Klein must have had some compelling reason to set the price so low.

"Nothing," Eve said with a smile, "I lost a pen and Kolbe happened to pick it up."

Eve had encountered this kind of thing countless times over the past millennia, with both men and women drawn to the beauty and charm of high-ranking witches. He had long been accustomed to it and didn't care.

Many suitors think that their love is passionate and affectionate, but most of them end up getting married, having children and living a normal life.

Melissa nodded without saying anything. She looked at the list, then at Eve, and bit her lower lip nervously, feeling hesitant and awkward for a moment.

I don’t know when Teacher Eve came. Did she hear that Klein is my brother?
"Let's choose this fortune teller," Eve said, pointing to "Klein Moretti, 8 pence" on the list. "The price is very reasonable, and he's quite capable."

Melissa's eyes revealed a hint of embarrassment. She really wanted to rush in, grab Klein, and question him.

But that wasn't possible. There were so many people here, and her teacher and Klein's...colleagues were all here. Both Klein and she had to behave respectably.

"Teacher Eve, go ahead," Melissa said, tilting her head slightly and staring at the wooden table in front of Angelica, "I'll be waiting here for you, Teacher."

I hope Klein can give me a reason that can convince me when I get home.

(End of this chapter)