Lord of the Mysteries

Klein proceeded a few steps forward and saw the client. He was dressed in a formal black suit and a halved top hat. He held a gold-inlaid wooden cane and his short blond hair flared from the sides. His nose was aquiline like a hawk’s beak.

Anna’s fiancé… The Joyce Meyer that went through a terrifying ordeal. Klein, who had seen him in his dream divination, immediately greeted with a smile, “Good afternoon, Mister Meyer.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti.” Joyce took off his hat and bowed in greeting. “Thank you for the advice you gave Anna. She cannot stop praising how miraculous you are.”

Klein chortled and said, “I did not change a thing. You should be thanking yourself. Without your determination and your hope for a better tomorrow, you wouldn’t have been able to overcome such an ordeal.”

After the exchange of pleasantries, Klein could not help but lampoon inwardly.

Does this count as mutual professional bootlicking?

“In all honesty, I still find my coming back alive a dream. I still cannot believe that I survived wave after wave of terrifying ordeals.” Joyce shook his head wistfully.

Without waiting for Klein’s reply, he asked curiously, “You knew who I was the moment you saw me. Was that because of my unique nose, or because you divined that I would visit you?”

“I had your detailed information. That is enough for a seer,” Klein answered vaguely, behaving like how a charlatan would.

Joyce was indeed stunned. More than ten seconds later, he squeezed a smile.

“Mr. Moretti, I wish to request a divination from you.”

The moment he finished his sentence, he suddenly realized something.

Mr. Klein Moretti had addressed himself as a seer, not a fortune-teller. A seer!

“Alright, let us head to Topaz.” Klein gestured.

At that moment, he felt as though he should have worn a long black robe. He tried to keep his words to a minimum to accentuate the mystique of a seer.

Joyce Meyer locked the door behind him after entering the divination room. While he observed his surroundings, Klein seized the opportunity to tap his glabella twice and activated his Spirit Vision.

Joyce sat down and set his cane down beside him. He pulled on his black bow tie and said hoarsely, “Mr. Moretti, I wish for you to interpret my dream.”

“Dream interpretation?” Klein acted as though it was within his expectations, but was merely asking for confirmation.

He saw that the colors representing Joyce’s health were dull, but none of them signified an impending illness. The colors symbolizing his emotions were predominantly blue, and its darkness showed that he was obviously high strung.

Joyce nodded seriously.

that this could be associated with the trauma of the ordeal and that I should go see a psychiatrist, but I suspect that this is no ordinary dream. A normal dream would definitely have some details that are different even if they recur every night, but this dream is, at the very

of dreams are seen as revelations given by the divine,” Klein said, half consoling and half explaining. “Can you describe

clenched his fists and up to his. He thought deep for a moment before saying, “I dreamed that I was falling from the Alfalfa into the ocean. The ocean was dark

I was grabbed by a person on the boat. I could not identify him, but I know that he

a person in an attempt to save him from falling into the sea. I know that person. He was a

struggling, I could not bear the weight and could only release my hands and watch him get

the person above me also released his hand. I flailed my arms, hoping to grab onto something,

wake up in horror, sweat covering my back and

psychological problems and have a corresponding source. The same nightmare recurring time and time

have any doubt, an ordinary person’s spirituality is also

see that it was a tragedy of blood and steel. It has left a

their observational skills when overwhelmed by such intense emotions; thus missing signs that they should not have

the thing that the detail is pointing toward is important enough,

Ray Bieber… But I was more sensitive and had stronger spirituality. I was also more knowledgeable about mysticism and thus could make a deduction more quickly… Klein paused for a few seconds and looked into Joyce

let fall into the sea of blood, requested you

unnaturally. He opened his mouth several times

or a week from now, you will see in the newspapers how cruel and evil he was. He raped and murdered at least three ladies and tossed a baby into the raging sea. He also led a

nor could I stop

are feeling regret and sorry. You believe that you should not have released your hand back

don’t know either…” Joyce

his hands and placed it under his chin.

his contents of

then was ‘spare me, I surrender’…” Joyce muttered

what happened, so he could only guide him based on

useful alive, that he could prove something or to explain

as if the passive evil in everyone’s heart just erupted uncontrollably… It was too abnormal, very abnormal… Perhaps—perhaps I wished to interrogate Younis Kim why he acted as though he was

Joyce’s dreamy

that’s not

“What?” Joyce seemed shocked.

crossed his hands and held his chin up. He stared straight into Joyce’s eyes and

things that you disregarded. And putting together these things that you disregarded results in

And that person is the one who had grabbed you but ultimately released his hand in

leaned back suddenly, slamming into the back of the chair