Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 135 Divination Results
"I saw your name on the roster," Azik said, sitting on the wide armchair, his eyes filled with the gentleness of an elder. "What a surprise."

"I'm surprised too," Klein said, his lips curled slightly as he subconsciously stroked the citrine pendulum wrapped around his left hand. "Mr. Azik, is this the Fortune Teller's Club to divine his past?"

Although Mr. Azik's sudden appearance at the club had brought back a bad memory for him, Mr. Azik was not Melissa. He was a powerful and special Beyonder, and there was no need for her to hide anything from Mr. Azik.

"Yes," Azik said, "Miss Eve recommended the Divination Club to me. I thought since it was Miss Eve's suggestion, there might be clues to my past here."

Klein fell silent.

Please don't take Him for granted.

Klein opened his mouth, but the words circled around his lips before he swallowed them back.

It was like this when I was still an older sister. I was always polite to people I didn’t know, but once I got familiar with them, I would gradually relax, and in front of people I was close to, I would just let myself go.

Therefore, in front of unfamiliar people, my sister is reliable both subjectively and objectively.

Judging from the way Azik and Eve interact, Mr. Azik should be unfamiliar with her. Of course, the possibility of Eve deliberately pretending is not ruled out, but they are definitely not close. So, for Mr. Azik, Eve is indeed reliable.

But this sentence is definitely an over-interpretation... Klein added silently in his heart.

Even though he was thinking this, Klein still asked, "Mr. Azik, do you think the clue lies with me?"

"No," Azik shook his head and said gently, "Maybe there are no clues."

When talking about the lack of clues, Mr. Azik was still as gentle and calm as usual, with a hint of smile in his eyes, and not the slightest disappointment.

Azik paused and continued, "Maybe Miss Eve was just saying it casually, or maybe she's trying to attract customers for you, but it's not that difficult to come here and give it a try, is it?"

"I saw your name on the roster yesterday. The lady told me you might come to the club after three o'clock on Monday afternoon, so I thought I'd come and see you and find a real fortune teller to tell my past."

The real fortune teller is right in front of you, Mr. Azik...

Klein grasped the topaz dangling from his wrist and rubbed it. "Mr. Azik, I'm a fortune teller and can tell your fortune. What method would you like to use, Mr. Azik?"

Although because of your status, I don't know what I can predict.

Azik wasn't surprised. He nodded and asked, "Use what you're good at. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Could you please step out for a moment, Mr. Azik? It only takes a short while."

I can't sleep if someone's watching me... Klein added in his mind.

"it is good."

Azik replied, standing up and leaving the room, turning around and considerately closing the door behind him as he stepped out of the Citrine Room.

Klein retracted his gaze, picked up the paper and pen on the table, and wrote down the divination statement:
"The past of Mr. Azik Eggers."

No, that's too broad.

Klein crossed out the sentence with a pen, then pulled out another piece of paper and wrote:

"Mr. Azik Eggers's experiences before he lost his memory."

It should be OK… Klein thought for a few seconds, then put down his pen when he felt it was possible. He leaned back in his chair, meditated, and quickly entered a dream.

In the hazy, gloomy world, Klein vaguely saw a black mausoleum. The tall mausoleum resembled a pyramid, but it was embedded in the ground upside down. A black mist shrouded the mausoleum, as if hiding a secret. In front of the inverted black pyramid, within the mist, Klein could see many figures, their heights and builds strikingly similar.

Klein suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

He placed his right hand on the armrest, exerted force on his wrist, sat up, and put his left hand on his brow, resting it on the table, kneading his brow.

Are those figures... people Mr. Azik knew in the past? That's impossible. How could it be possible that all the people Mr. Azik knew were the same size?

There is also a black inverted mausoleum, what does it symbolize?
This couldn't possibly be a mausoleum from the Northern Continent. He was barely an expert in the field, so he wouldn't be wrong. If that was the case, then it was most likely a mausoleum from the Southern Continent, and coincidentally, Mr. Azik's past was connected to the Southern Continent.

Klein lowered his left hand and looked down in thought.

His intuition told him that this must be an important symbol.

Mr. Azik, who has studied the culture of the southern continent, might know.

Klein stood up, walked quickly to the door and opened it.

"Mr. Azik."

Azik nodded slightly, and returned to his chair with Klein. He asked gently, "What is the result of the divination?"

"I saw a black inverted mausoleum, with many similar figures standing in front of it," Klein answered truthfully.

"The black inverted mausoleum..."

A trace of surprise flashed across Azik's eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and his hand unconsciously wanted to tightly grasp the cane, but suddenly his hand was empty. The sudden feeling made his body pause and he came back to his senses.

Klein noticed Mr. Azik's expression and was surprised, but the Joker's ability prevented him from showing it.

"The black inverted mausoleum is the 'inverted pyramid' of the southern continent, symbolizing the passage from the human world to the underworld. Whether in the former Balam Empire or its offshoot, the still-existing Highland Kingdom, only the so-called descendants of the God of Death can build such a mausoleum for themselves. In a sense, it is a symbol of the 'God of Death'."

Azik paused and gave a wry smile before continuing, "Yesterday's divination result was also 'Death God'."

Yesterday’s divination result was also “Death”?
Klein was stunned, his brows furrowed slightly, and he unconsciously stroked the topaz pendulum wrapped around his left hand, again and again, his mind racing.

He had come into contact with Mr. Ian McColl, who was not an extraordinary person, but Mr. Ian's divination was indeed very accurate.

Ordinary people can also perform divination, but the results are not very good and are rarely correct. Klein guessed that Mr. Ian's inspiration was higher than that of ordinary people, so his divination was more accurate.

But can ordinary people really predict death?

"We chose tarot divination," Azik added. "Although the 'Death God' in the tarot cards has nothing to do with the God of Death, this result still makes me a little uneasy. If my past is really related to the God of Death or a descendant of the God of Death, I think I would lose the courage to explore."

It turned out to be the "Death" card from the Tarot. Klein breathed a sigh of relief, his body relaxed, and he clasped his hands in front of him. He asked, "Is Mr. Azik's Death card upright or reversed?"

"Upright," Azik exhaled softly, looking a little timid. "Mr. Ian McColl suggested that I get out of my old state."

Klein remained silent. He shouldn't have intervened. Giving up his current stable life to pursue an unknown past was a difficult decision.

In an instant, the Citrine Room fell into silence.

After a few seconds, Azik raised his head and said gently as usual, "Thank you very much, Klein."

(End of this chapter)