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

kinds of dreams are seen as revelations given by the divine,” Klein said, half consoling and

I was falling from the Alfalfa into the ocean. The ocean was dark red, as if it was filled

person on the boat. I could not identify him, but I

to save him from falling

struggling, I could not bear the weight and could

flailed my arms,

up in horror, sweat covering my back

then organized his words and said, “Mr. Meyer, nightmares, similar nightmares, and repeated nightmares, these are all psychological

elaborated, “Do not have any doubt, an ordinary person’s spirituality

what exactly happened on the Alfalfa, but I can see that it was a tragedy of blood and steel. It has left a deep trauma

horrified, very fearful on the ship. It is easy for a person to lose their observational skills when overwhelmed by such intense emotions; thus

If the thing that the detail is pointing toward is important enough, then your spirituality will remind you in the form of

I was more sensitive and had stronger spirituality. I was also more knowledgeable about mysticism and thus

of blood, requested you of something on the boat, but was ultimately unable

opened his

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

I did not dare, nor could I stop him. I

that you should not have released your hand back then. Since you believe that killing him was an act

either…” Joyce

hands and placed it under

described, it seems you have missed certain details. For 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

nothing… All he could say back then was ‘spare me, I surrender’…” Joyce muttered in

exactly what happened, so he could only guide him based

you felt that Younis Kim was more useful alive, that he could prove

was as if the passive evil in everyone’s heart

inspiration after hearing Joyce’s dreamy

not the

“What?” Joyce seemed shocked.

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

things that you disregarded. And putting together these

that person is the one who had grabbed you but ultimately released his hand in the dream. You do not suspect him subconsciously, and thus you are unable identify him. He is your partner. He once had control

back of the chair with a