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.

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

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

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

the boat. I could not

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

could only release

me also released his hand. I flailed my arms, hoping to

horror,

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

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

on the Alfalfa, but I can see that it was a tragedy of blood and

skills when overwhelmed by such intense emotions; thus missing signs that they should not have been missed. This does not mean that

your spirituality, the 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

But I was more sensitive and had stronger spirituality. I was also more knowledgeable about mysticism and thus could make a deduction more

you let fall into the sea of blood, requested you of something on

opened his mouth several times

few 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 ladies and tossed

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

not doubting what you did,” Klein said, making clear his stand. Then 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. Since you believe that killing him was an act of justice, then why are you feeling regret and sorry for it, so

either…” Joyce shook his head,

crossed his hands and placed it under his

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

he could say back then was ‘spare me, I surrender’…” Joyce

could only guide him based on what he

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

that arose 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

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

that’s not the only

“What?” Joyce seemed shocked.

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

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

you but ultimately released his hand in the dream. You do not suspect him subconsciously, and thus you

back of the