Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 18 Fortune Teller Club
After returning from the gray fog, Audrey immediately picked up a pen and wrote down the potion formula for "audience".

"80ml of pure water, 5 drops of Colchicum extract, 13g of Oxtooth Peony Powder, 7 petals of Elf Flower, a pair of eyes of an adult Manhar fish, 35ml of Sheephorn Snakehead Fish blood."

After thinking for a moment, she wrote the names of various chemicals around the potion formula, disguising the page as complicated and confusing scientific knowledge.

She was quite pleased with her own cleverness, and her heart was filled with satisfaction. She even thought she could hear her own laughter.

"You're awesome, Audrey," she praised herself.

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In the basement, where only a flickering candlelight was lit, Alger Wilson raised his palm and looked at it carefully.

I marveled at Mr. Fool's power and felt that being pulled into such a gathering was both dangerous and an opportunity.

For a moment, he felt very complicated, but when he thought about the knowledge he had gained for free today, although it was not very valuable, it was undeniable that he had gained something.

This put him in a good mood.

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Braving the scorching afternoon sun, Klein walked out of the house.

At this moment, Klein didn't know that the sun above his head was actually the Eternal Blazing Sun itself, running naked. He was still sighing at how warm the sun was today.

Because he had to walk all the way from Iron Cross Street to Welch's residence, he changed out of his formal suit, top hat and leather boots and put on a linen shirt, an old brown coat, a round-brimmed felt hat of the same color and old leather shoes, so that he wouldn't have to worry about the smell of sweat contaminating his expensive suit.

As he walked down the street, Klein was stopped by Mrs. Slin, a kind old woman with gray hair.

The old woman noticed that Klein was in a heavy mood and offered the great Mr. Fool a cup of sweet iced tea.

Klein, who had a sweet tooth, immediately fell in love with this drink.

At this moment, sweet iced tea officially became part of the "holy communion" of the Church of Fools.

After completing the search, Klein planned to return to the Blackthorn Security Company, but he saw a "Fortune Teller Club" on the way.

Divination Club… Klein muttered the name silently and suddenly thought of himself “playing” the role of a fortune teller.

"Well, let's go take a look... and look for new ideas." As his thoughts raced, Klein crossed the street, went to the opposite side, climbed up to the second floor, entered the lobby, and stood in front of the beautiful lady in charge of reception.

The lady, with her brown hair in a bun, looked at Klein and said with a smile, "Sir, do you want to have your fortune told, or join our club?"

"What are the conditions for joining?" Klein asked casually.

The lady with brown hair piled high introduced familiarly:
"Fill in your details and pay the annual membership fee, which is £5 for the first membership and £1 per year thereafter. Don't worry, we're not like those political or business clubs where you have to get a recommendation from a full member to join."

So expensive! Klein took a deep breath, contributing his own part to global warming.

"Members can use the club's meeting rooms, various divination rooms, and divination tools free of charge. They can also enjoy the coffee and tea we provide, read our subscribed newspapers and magazines for free, and purchase lunch, dinner, alcoholic beverages, and some divination teaching materials and supplies at cost price."

Klein's mind raced, analyzing the value of these materials. He wondered if he could take all the free tea and coffee away.

"Also, we invite at least one famous fortune teller to give lectures every month to answer your questions."

Klein smiled and didn't comment, but he was already feeling overwhelmed. He felt like the Dragon King's son-in-law, hiding his true identity.

The three-year period has expired, and we welcome the fortune teller back. "Most importantly, you'll find a group of friends who share the same interests and can exchange experiences."

Ah, exchanging experiences. That might attract Leonard, but unfortunately, Klein wasn't interested.

That sounds great, but I don't have any money... Klein laughed at himself and asked, "What if I want divination?"

Hearing Klein's question, the beautiful lady with long brown hair elegantly tied up showed no sign of impatience. She maintained a polite smile and said:
"Our members are free to tell fortunes for others in the club and set their own prices. We only take a very low percentage of the fee. If you would like a fortune-telling session, you can take a look at this brochure. It contains introductions to members who are willing to tell fortunes and their prices."

Huh? Members can make money? Klein's ears pricked up immediately, and he listened more carefully.

In this sense, paying some membership fees is actually not unacceptable.

"However, today is Monday afternoon, and most of our members are at work and busy. Only less than five of us came..."

This is great and easily avoids the onset of choice paralysis.

As she spoke, she asked Klein to sit on the sofa by the window in the reception hall. Then, she flipped open the album opposite him and pointed out the current members of the club:
"Heinus Vincent, a famous fortune teller in Tingen and a resident instructor at the club, specializes in various types of divination. He charges 4 soli per session."

It's so expensive... This much money could buy Benson, Melissa, and me two sumptuous dinners... Klein was inwardly shocked and didn't answer.

You think you can get money out of Mr. Fool with just fortune-telling? Don't even think about it!

The lady with the brown-haired bun immediately understood what Klein meant. She continued flipping through the pages and found a cheaper one. "Then this one..."

"...The last one, Glacis, joined the club this year. He has mastered tarot readings and charges 2 pence per reading."

"Sir, which one would you like to choose?"

Although Klein hadn't replied yet, the lady could probably guess what he meant.

Unsurprisingly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Klein responded instinctively, "Mr. Glacis."

Guessed right. Very good, it seems this lady also has a talent for fortune-telling.

The beautiful lady in charge of reception was silent for two seconds before saying, "Sir, I must remind you in advance that Mr. Glacis is only a beginner."

The implication is: There is no good product at a cheap price. You might as well go to Pinduoduo, where you might be able to find a bargain.

But it is obvious that this lady does not know that things like metaphysics have a novice protection period.

"I understand. I will be responsible for my decision." Klein smiled and nodded.

Of course, it doesn’t matter whether you are responsible or not, just pay the money.

"Then please follow me." The beautiful lady stood up and led Klein into the door next to the reception hall.

There was a not-too-long corridor, at the end of which was an open conference room. It was filled with sunlight, and there were tables and chairs, with newspapers, magazines, cards and other things placed on it. A faint aroma of coffee wafted from it.

When they were two rooms away from the conference room, the beautiful lady in charge of reception gestured for Klein to stop. She quickened her pace and walked to the end, calling out softly:
"Mr. Glacis, someone wants you to tell fortunes."

The person in the room pointed at himself: "Me?"

(End of this chapter)