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.

the trauma of the ordeal and that I should go see a psychiatrist, but I suspect that this is no ordinary

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

saying, “I dreamed that I was falling from the Alfalfa into the ocean. The ocean was dark red, as if it was filled with

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

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

bear the weight and could only release

released his hand. I flailed my arms, hoping to grab onto something, but there was nothing. I

wake up in horror, sweat covering my back and

psychological problems and have a corresponding source. The

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

but I can see that it was a tragedy of

horrified, very fearful on the ship. It is easy for a person to lose their observational skills when overwhelmed by such intense emotions; thus missing signs that they should not have been missed. This does not mean that

the same. If the thing that

with 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

who you let fall into the sea of blood, requested

opened his mouth

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 bunch of savages who had lost their rationality and brutally massacred the passengers and crew of

was scheming, strong, and evil. I did not dare, nor could I stop him. I would only have

your hand back then. Since you believe that killing him was an act of justice, then why are you feeling regret and sorry for

know either…” Joyce shook his

and placed it under his chin. He attempted to analyze

instance, anything that Younis Kim mentioned, his contents of his plea, the way he presented himself, et cetera. I cannot recall the incident for you, so please think about it

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

exactly what happened, so he could only guide him based on what he understood from the

felt that Younis Kim was more useful alive,

passive evil in everyone’s heart just erupted uncontrollably… It was too abnormal, very abnormal… Perhaps—perhaps I wished

a stroke of inspiration after hearing Joyce’s dreamy description. He spoke mysteriously

not the

“What?” Joyce seemed shocked.

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

abnormal, but you also saw some things that you disregarded. And putting

the one who had grabbed you but ultimately released his hand in the dream.

suddenly, slamming into the back of