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.

since the Alfalfa arrived at Enmat Harbor. I know 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

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

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

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

from falling into the sea. I know that person. He was a passenger of

weight and could only release

my arms,

wake up in horror, sweat covering my

was thinking. He then organized his words and said, “Mr. Meyer, nightmares, similar 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 from your spirituality. It is also a revelation given to you by the

any doubt, an ordinary person’s spirituality

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

by such intense emotions; thus missing signs that they should not have

that the detail is pointing toward is important

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

requested you of something on

body unnaturally. He opened his

you will see in the newspapers how cruel and evil he was. He raped and murdered at

nor could I stop him. I would only have forfeited my

are feeling regret and sorry. You believe that you should not have released your hand back then. Since you believe that killing him was an

Joyce shook

placed it under his chin. He attempted to

his contents of his plea, the way he presented himself, et cetera. I cannot recall the incident for you, so please think

back then was

he could only guide him based on

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

too quickly. It was as if the passive evil in everyone’s heart just erupted uncontrollably… It was too abnormal,

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

not

“What?” Joyce seemed shocked.

up. He stared straight into

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

who should be under the highest suspicion. And 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 over your

leaned back suddenly, slamming into the back of the chair with