The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

She looked Fran up and down, a hint of surprise in her eyes, while the familiar business questions she was about to ask remained unspoken.

"...Oh, you're a 'mirror cleaner'?"

"As you can see."

Fran raised his hand and bowed, performing a rather ancient lamplight ritual to acknowledge this identity.

Long ago, she loathed all riddle tellers who claimed to be prophets or sages. But after becoming one herself, she discovered that keeping others guessing and watching them rack their brains was actually quite entertaining…

"Um, please wait a moment while I inform the steward. Please have a seat on the sofa here for a while. We only have white tea from Golmouth, the kind without sugar cubes, please don't mind..."

The girl kept her head down, glancing at Fran from time to time, looking somewhat uneasy.

Clearly, her duties only involved serving ordinary customers; it would be better to leave the clergy and fellow believers to her superiors.

"Go ahead, it's fine."

Fran's words carried a calming quality that soothed emotions. The girl nodded, served tea and snacks, and then walked behind a curtain on one side of the club's main hall.

Once her figure had completely disappeared, Fran rubbed his chin, his amber eyes narrowing slightly.

She leaned back comfortably on the sofa in the main hall, picked up the red and white patterned teacup, and took a light sniff.

"The new tea from Golmouth has a slight astringency from the sea breeze. Some people may find it hard to accept, but when paired with spoon-leaf flowers, it does add more complexity to the flavor. Hmm... I don't dislike the taste."

Just as she was commenting on the tea served to the guests, a fortune teller with lamplight embroidery on her dress approached her.

"Ha, that's an outdated, old-fashioned taste. Nowadays, customers will only ask, 'Why is your tea salty?'"

"How should I address you, mirror cleaner from afar?"

The fortune teller removed the hood of his lantern-patterned robe, revealing a young and familiar face... it was Dorothy.

Fran subtly raised an eyebrow.

Certain rituals within the "Moth" system can indeed slow down aging, so it's not surprising that she lived to be fifty or sixty years old.

"Fran Hesserl".

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Fran. I’m the manager of this club, you can call me Dorothy.”

Dorothy sized up Fran, her calm demeanor tinged with a hint of wariness. Although both were mirror polishers, the moth-like velvet pattern on Fran's robes already revealed his identity.

A follower of the moth cult. No, the moth moth design also includes lamp motifs… Is she a proponent of unification, supporting the union of the two religions? Compared to some of the almost heretical radicals within the moth cult, the followers of the unification faction are much more moderate…

However, Norrington is a city protected by hunters, and most disputes can be resolved by calling the police…

Dorothy then sat down on the sofa opposite Fran.

"I'm just a mirror polisher, and I probably can't offer you any help with divination. But if you have that need... I can try my best."

"Or... do you have any ritual materials you'd like? While we don't offer sales services in principle, it's normal for fellow believers to have some academic exchanges on materials."

Fran extended his index finger and shook it slightly before explaining his plans.

"I'd like to join the club. Hmm... how much is the annual membership fee here?"

This was an unexpected answer. Slightly puzzled, Dorothy glanced sideways.

The prophets and sages of the moth generally live deep in secluded towers, keeping to themselves and maintaining an attitude of never interacting with each other until death.

Perhaps Ms. Fran came from Attila?

I've heard that the competition among the esoteric sects in the Land of Quicksand is extremely fierce. Apart from Sun Casting and Crimson Cup, the other sects' space for survival has been squeezed to the limit.

After a moment's consideration, she finally decided to accept the mirror cleaner from a foreign land.

"Initial membership is 25 Norrington silver coins, and thereafter 5 coins per year."

"An acceptable price."

Fran took out a bank draft of indefinite value, wrote "30" in the blank space for silver coins, and handed it to Dorothy.

Because the Hunter's Order always pays her on time after each collaboration, her current financial situation is more comfortable than ever before...

"Okay, welcome to the Mirror of Enlightenment Club. This is your membership certificate."

As she spoke, Dorothy handed Fran a pale brooch. The brooch was engraved with a moth circling a lamplight, its design archaic and blurry, making it difficult to discern the details.

“Ms. Fran, I must warn you beforehand… Most of the fortune tellers in the club are just occult enthusiasts, and even those who have joined are mostly casual believers. If you are going to do fortune telling for someone, please don’t draw too much attention to yourself.”

The person wiping the mirror has undoubtedly touched the threshold of peering into fate. Sometimes, however accurate the divination, the more trouble it can cause…

Perhaps it's the calamity of defying fate, perhaps the backlash of prying into taboos, perhaps it's a heretical hunter knocking on the door to inquire about the water meter's operation. Rescue

Although the Hunters were generally agreeable towards the Lantern Moths, dealing with hunters reeking of blood and gunpowder always instilled a sense of unease.

"You can rest assured about that. I have already learned how to disguise and lie low in Attilion."

Fran casually began fabricating his origins, then pulled an identification document from his pocket bearing the emblem of the Hunter of Secrets. 4

"Besides, I'm not unemployed in Norlington; I do have a verifiable identity."

Dorothy's eyelids twitched when she saw the horizontally shaped prism emblem etched in brass. It took her a moment to calm herself before she began to examine its contents.

"A specially appointed physician and coroner for the Hunter's Order... Miss Fran, you're also a doctor?"

Fran smiled modestly, blew away the steam from her teacup, and took a small sip. She then pulled back her faded grey gauze robe, revealing a white doctor's coat underneath.

"Besides divination, I also know a little about medicine."

She pinched her index finger and thumb together, making a "little bit" gesture.

"I understand." Dorothy nodded slightly to indicate that she understood.

In a city like Norlington where there are no taboos, there is no safety risk in admitting to being a follower of "the lamp".

But if this were done in Ahanta, the capital of Attila... perhaps the bloodline of the Crimson Cup would come knocking on the door that very night.

For esoteric practitioners in traditional countries, a skill sufficient to make a living and a respectable identity are both indispensable necessities.

She rubbed her neck and then called for the female waitress who had previously greeted her.

"Ton, take Miss Fran to the inner hall; she's already a member. As for the divination room... let's choose 'calcite'."

Tong En, who had been hiding behind the gray gauze curtain waiting for orders, arrived quickly.

“Okay. Um... Miss Fran, please come with me.”

Compared to her previous slightly timid demeanor, she now appeared skilled and eager.

"Ah."

Fran obediently followed her through the curtains of the main hall corridor and began their journey to the divination room.

As she was leaving, she turned back and gave Dorothy a half-smile, her amber eyes deep and mysterious.

"What did she figure out? But..."

Dorothy frowned slightly, trying to deduce something from that fleeting glance, but to no avail.

She took a delicate hourglass from the sleeve of her robe, opened the lid, and pinched a strand of fine sand. She gently sprinkled it down.

"West is the upright position, east is the reversed position." This is the third type of secret technique under the Lamp Sect system: [Displaying the Direction].

By using a medium imbued with spiritual energy, one can predict the future of a person or thing to some extent. Of course, its effectiveness is inconsistent, and the range it provides is rather vague.

According to the four conditions Dorothy mentioned at this moment, if the fine sand drifts eastward, it indicates that the event of Woolfland's arrival is likely to be positive, while drifting westward indicates the opposite.

She slowly released her tightly clenched hands, and the fine sand immediately slipped through her fingers.

But these grains of sand, which should have slid smoothly down due to gravity, were unusually light at this moment. They pulverized in the wind and then silently spread out in circles, raising a cloud of grayish-yellow dust.

"It doesn't show any trend in direction, meaning it's impossible to tell whether the event's impact is positive or negative. But this form... is it fog?"

Dorothy stared into deep thought at the unusual divination result.

-

Fran followed behind the receptionist, Tong, proceeding in an orderly manner.

"Miss Dorothy has some symptoms of strain in her spine and lower back. Although it is not serious, the possibility of a pathological change cannot be ruled out."

Fran noticed this from the beginning and has been concerned about it ever since.

She wanted to ask the other person several times if they wanted to try the free physical therapy, but she ultimately held back.

Now that I'm dressed in the robes of a moth, I must enjoy my identity as a diviner. I can't be confined to the occupational habits of a doctor all day...

Tong En heard Fran's mutterings and immediately asked, "Ah, do you also know about Si Zhu's illness? She always complains that her back is a little uncomfortable."

Fran offered some words of comfort, indicating that she didn't need to worry too much.

"It's probably a sub-healthy state caused by irregular work and rest and lack of exercise, so there's no need to worry too much about it."

"Yes. I often try to persuade Si Zhu to go out with me, but she always finds an excuse to refuse..."

The two chatted along the way and soon arrived at Fran's divination room.

"The divination room is codenamed 'Calcite.' Come to think of it, this was the room the priest used before."

Tong bowed to Fran, then instructed her on the membership rules of the Mirror of Enlightenment Club. (Nine)

"The Calcite Room will be reserved for you until your membership expires. Although it's usually empty... cough. There are other members in the inner hall where you can chat, but most of them aren't very knowledgeable about the occult."

"As for guests who come seeking divination, we will make arrangements according to your needs. There is a notepad in the room where you can write down your specific details."

"Thank you."

Fran then stepped into the divination room, the door and the gray gauze gradually closing. It seemed...

……

The not-so-spacious divination room was filled with pale, translucent crystal ornaments, mostly calcite prismatic patterns.

Each of them is exquisitely beautiful and unique in form, and they are carefully preserved in display cases.

"Yes, it's clear that Miss Dorothy really likes calcite. This type of mineral is indeed more conducive to revealing mystical connections on an optical level."

It's very quiet here, and the air is filled with the faint scents of jasmine and sage.

Fran approached the inquiry table, picked up a quill pen, and wrote down his detailed needs for divination services on a piece of paper.

"Priority will be given to clients associated with the four major religious orders. The fee is half a Norrington standard silver coin per session. All types of divination are accepted."

After a few moments of writing, the words on the letter began to disappear one by one, eventually turning back into a slightly yellowed white sheet of paper.

Fran breathed a sigh of relief and then settled comfortably into the square chair.

"The environment here is quite nice; it would seem a waste not to read some books."

She then took out the "Genealogy of Originium Creatures" from under her robe, put on a pair of silver-rimmed round glasses, and began to study it carefully.

"Although living metals have a biocompatibility similar to titanium, they may still cause a foreign body reaction in the body after implantation. This can be addressed by trying to use a bone plating, which, although essentially a subspace crystal, is very stable."

"In fact, gene editing can also solve the problem of rejection, but that's too brutal and lacks any aesthetic appeal. Oh, speaking of which, I'm starting to miss the melting pot of cultures where the concept of rejection didn't exist at all..."

"With the technology we currently possess, constructing an 'embedded prosthetic body' with independent life using these materials is indeed quite challenging. I still need to coordinate some research progress with Sigrid..."

"Ding--"

The crisp sound of wind chimes roused Fran from his reverie.

"It seems we have guests."

She closed the thick technical manual and then turned her gaze to the opening and closing door.

"Is this Dr. Fran? I never expected to see you here! When I saw your name outside the door, I thought I was seeing things."

The newcomer was a tall and handsome young man named Yi▲零<『零∫岐六＝≤洢缌陸肿′¤ｚhＵan�qUN:.

He carried a large cloth cello case on his back, and his strong, beautiful muscles were visible beneath his white shirt.

“Mr. Child?” Fran rested his chin on his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

She really hadn't expected to run into someone who knew her here. Oh, that cello case Child was carrying... he probably carried that sniper rifle with him all the time, such a simple way of disguise.

"Hmm~ Why would a refutationist from White Cup come to a place like this? Are you also interested in your future?"

When asked about this question, Child scratched his head and pondered for a while.

“This is my hobby. I like stars, dreams, the supernatural, and things like fate that are hard to describe and hard to control. And the look of fascination on people’s faces when they talk about them.”

"Feeling these things makes me feel very calm, and the cold restlessness in my mind is calmed down."

Dear Mr. Child, you are a "relic" golem, probably without a brain...

Fran slightly suppressed his smile, crossed his arms, and began his business as a fortune teller.