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.

I suspect that this is no ordinary dream. A normal dream would

these kinds of dreams are seen as revelations given by the divine,” Klein

thought deep for a moment before saying, “I dreamed that I was falling from the Alfalfa into the ocean. The ocean was dark red, as if

on the boat. I could not

onto a person in an attempt to save him from falling into the sea. I know that person. He was a passenger of the Alfalfa, Younis

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

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

horror,

nightmares, and repeated nightmares, these are all psychological problems and have a corresponding source. The same nightmare recurring time and time again is a reminder

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

but I can see that it was a tragedy of blood and steel. It has

their observational skills when overwhelmed by such intense emotions; thus missing signs that

details that you have missed are present all the same. If the thing that the detail is pointing toward is important enough, then your spirituality will remind you in

and had stronger spirituality. I was also

sea of blood, requested you of something

fidgeted his body unnaturally. He opened his mouth

days or a week from now, you will see in the newspapers how cruel and evil he was. He raped and murdered at least three

and evil. I did not dare, nor could I stop him. I would only have forfeited my

he explained, “But your dream is telling me that you are feeling regret and sorry. You believe that you should not have released your hand back then.

either…” Joyce shook his

it under his chin. He attempted to analyze the

mentioned, his contents of his plea, the way he presented himself, et cetera. I cannot

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

know exactly what happened, so he could only

that Younis Kim was more useful alive, that he could prove something or

on the Alfalfa happened too suddenly and turned intense too quickly. It was 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

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

that’s not

“What?” Joyce seemed shocked.

hands and held his chin up. He stared straight into Joyce’s eyes and said with a slow,

also saw some things that you disregarded. And putting together these things that you disregarded

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 over

leaned back suddenly, slamming into the back of