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.

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

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

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

also holding onto a person in an attempt to save him from falling into the sea. I know that person. He

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

also released his hand. I flailed my arms,

up in horror, sweat covering

it as though he 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

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

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

by such intense emotions; thus missing signs that they

are present all the same. If the thing that the detail is pointing toward is important

to later realize that the diary was with Ray Bieber… But I was more sensitive and had stronger spirituality. I was also more

the sea of blood, requested you of something on

his body unnaturally. He opened his mouth several

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 a baby into the raging sea. He also led a bunch of savages who had lost their rationality and brutally massacred

dare, nor could I stop him. I would only

should not have released your hand back then.

know either…” Joyce

crossed his hands and placed it under his chin. He attempted

instance, anything that Younis Kim mentioned, his contents of his plea, the way he

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

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

was more useful alive,

while before he said, “Perhaps… I still find the conflict 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 as though he was possessed by the devil

inspiration after hearing Joyce’s dreamy description. He spoke

that’s not the only

“What?” Joyce seemed shocked.

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

things that you disregarded. And putting together these things that you disregarded results in

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

suddenly, slamming into the back of the chair with a dull