Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 230 The Fortune Teller Club
A smile appeared on Chris's face and he put the note away carefully.

Mrs. Phyllis is a good person, a kind, honest, and enthusiastic woman.

However, people from the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery often come to patrol the countryside...

Chris sat down on the soft sofa and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

Mrs. Phyllis is a believer of the Goddess of the Night. Since she said so, the Church of Steam’s patrols must be much stronger than before.

He cannot ignore the existence of "Mechanical Heart" and "Nighthawk", and he cannot forget that he is still wanted and is a wanted criminal.

That's a bit of a hassle...

Chris frowned, remembering that he still had a pack of "Faceless" powder on Star Island, and he was considering whether to continue using it and change his appearance again.

The "Faceless" powder has a long validity period. His current appearance is that of a nearly middle-aged, somewhat slovenly man, which is quite different from the original reserved and silent appearance of "Chris Doty".

After thinking for a moment, Chris took out the white crystal silver chain that he had obtained in real life before and did a divination, but the result was not good.

He then did a dream divination, and the results showed that if he used the "faceless" powder again, his appearance would be permanently changed, and it would be highly random.

Chris immediately put the matter of changing his appearance out of his mind, walked to the study, and picked up a pen to write a letter.

Coming to the study, Chris wrote a letter to Wilmot and Samantha, but the content was different.

For the former, Chris sent him the most "beautiful" "blessings" and asked him which underground trading market or gathering of extraordinary people could find clues about the "Living Word Demon" and "Ghost Worm".

Regarding the latter, this good friend who helped him through the novice period, Chris had not contacted her for a long time. He wrote an emotional letter for her and also asked the "Scroll Professor" potion master Information about the materials and tell her that she can tell her if she has any needs.

After seeing off the two spiritual messengers, the crow and the strange fish, Chris breathed a sigh of relief and began to think about what he was wearing.

It's autumn now, the weather is getting colder and colder, and it's no longer suitable to go out wearing the original thin shirt.

Now that I have completely digested the "Wizard" potion, there is no need to continue wearing the wizard's robes and pretending.

Now, prepare to play Professor Scroll.

According to my previous observation at Hoy University, most of the old-school professors wear formal suits, meticulous and orderly.

And those young professors who like to mingle with the students don't dress so seriously, they basically wear casual clothes like trench coats.

After making up his mind, Chris disguised himself and entered the city while it was getting late.

He went to two clothing stores and bought two sets of clothing with similar styles: one was a more expensive black suit suitable for formal occasions, and the other was a more casual leather coat that was enough for autumn and winter.

It cost him exactly twelve pounds, and that was all he had bargained for.

Chris gritted his teeth and walked out of the clothing store in the North District. He didn't know why the clothes here were more expensive than those in the Jinwutong District.

Although he was not short of money, the feeling of being helpless despite knowing he was being ripped off made him feel very unhappy.

Walking on a familiar street, Chris wandered aimlessly and unexpectedly walked outside Welch's residence.

Looking up at the familiar but dimly lit house, he felt a little sad.

It was here a few months ago that he changed the timeline and saved two lives.

I wonder how Welch and Naya are doing now...

Chris thought to himself, silently prayed for the two of them, and turned to leave.

After leaving Welch's residence, he saw many shops appearing on both sides of the street before he had gone far, and there were also more pedestrians, mostly men and women in pairs.They were holding hands, very sweet, and carriages passed by on the street from time to time.Tonight, he decided not to think about what will happen a week later, and concentrate on shopping alone, giving himself a "vacation".

He walked slowly along the wall and bought a fruit platter from a fruit stall on the roadside.

He inadvertently raised his eyes and saw the vertical sign hanging on the second floor opposite, and his eyes widened:
"Divination Club"

Divination club?
Chris put the last piece of cantaloupe on the platter into his mouth and walked quickly towards it.

He didn't know where Klein would be tonight, and of course he wouldn't pry into Klein's private life, but he knew that the "Divination Club" must have a "legend" about Klein.

Chris tightened his old clothes, walked across the street, came under the vertical sign, and walked all the way to the second floor.

The lady in charge of the reception - Angelica - was holding up her long brown hair. Seeing the guests coming in, she quickly tied her hair up and showed a professional smile:

"Sir, do you want to do fortune-telling or join a club?"

Chris smiled slightly and replied:
"I'm just here to take a look around."

Just go around?

Angelica didn't believe what the other party said. She remembered some things that happened in the club before, and her eyes became more cautious.

"It's late now, and several famous fortune-tellers in the club have left. If you want to fortune-tell, I can make an appointment for you to see when you will be free..."

Angelie politely ordered her to be kicked out.

Chris remembered that the plot of the first part was almost over. Heinus Vincent, the more famous fortune teller in the fortune telling club, had died a long time ago, so the Nighthawks and the police must have come to question him.

"Is there not a fortune teller left in the club?"

Chris turned his head and looked inside. He didn't come here to do divination, he just happened to wander here and wanted to come in and have a look.

But now, Angelica seems not to allow herself in.

"Yes," Angelica showed a helpless smile, "The last fortune teller, Mr. Glacis, also left the club just now."

"Oh."

Chris nodded sharply, put on his cap, and as soon as he took a step, he stopped again and half-turned around:

"Do you know Klein Moretti? Is he famous in the club?"

"Do you know Mr. Klein?"

Angelica's tone was surprised, and her attitude changed 180 degrees.

"I'm his friend." Chris smiled.

"Mr. Klein hasn't been to the club for a long time,"

Angelica rang for a moment and made a request:
"If you could meet him, could you ask if he would come to the club again?"

She continued softly:
"I also have some, um, some things that I want him to help with divination..."

"Oh?"

Chris raised his left eyebrow slightly and quietly turned on his spiritual vision.

(End of this chapter)