Lord of Mysteries

Chapter 63 Dream Interpretation (First Update, Please Vote)

After taking a few steps forward, Klein saw the customer who had come for a divination. He was dressed in a black suit, holding a gold-inlaid wooden cane, wearing a top hat, with short golden hair stubbornly sticking out from the edges, and a slightly curved nose, like the beak of an eagle.

Anna's fiancé... Joyce Meyer, who had endured terrible suffering... Klein, who had met him in "Dream Divination," immediately smiled and said:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Meyer."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." Joyce removed his top hat and bowed. "Thank you for your guidance to Anna. She has been praising your amazing skills almost nonstop."

Klein chuckled:

"I haven't changed anything. You should thank yourself. Without a strong will and a yearning for a better future, it would be impossible to overcome those hardships."

After exchanging pleasantries, he couldn't help but mutter a complaint to himself:

Is this considered mutual flattery?

"To be honest, I still feel like it's a dream that I came back alive, and I still can't believe that I could have survived one ordeal after another," Joyce said, shaking her head with emotion.

Before Klein could speak again, he asked curiously:

"You knew who I was the moment you saw me. Was it because my nose is so distinctive, or did you foresee my visit?"

"I have your detailed information, which is enough for a fortune teller," Klein replied vaguely, adopting the air of a charlatan.

Joyce was indeed stunned, and it took her about ten seconds to force a smile and say:

"Mr. Moretti, I would like to ask you to do a divination."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something:

Mr. Klein Moretti calls himself a diviner, not a fortune teller or diviner!

"Okay, let's go to the yellow crystal room." Klein gestured for them to proceed.

At that moment, he inexplicably felt that he should wear a long black robe and speak as little as possible to reflect the mystery of a diviner.

Upon entering the divination room, Joyce Meyer locked the wooden door and observed the surrounding environment. Klein, taking this opportunity, quietly pinched his brow twice to activate his spiritual vision.

Joyce sat down, leaned back on his cane, adjusted his black bow tie, and said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Moretti, I would like to ask you to interpret my dream."

"Dream interpretation?" Klein asked, as if confirming that everything was as expected.

He noticed that Joyce's health complexion was dull to varying degrees, but not to the point of being ill. His emotional complexion was mainly a deep blue, which indicated a clear tension.

Joyce nodded solemnly:

"From the moment the Clover arrived at Port-Enmarté, I had the same dream every night, a dream filled with fear. I knew that this might be the shadow left by the misfortune, and I should see a psychologist, but I suspected that it was not a normal dream. Even if a normal dream is repeated every night, there will definitely be differences in the details. But this dream, at least the parts I remember, has never changed."

"To a diviner, such dreams are considered 'revelation' from the divine," Klein said, half-reassuringly and half-explainingly. "Could you describe the dream in detail?"

Joyce clenched his fist against his mouth, pondered for a moment, and said:

"I dreamt that I fell from the Clover into the ocean, which was deep red, like rotting blood."

"As I fell, I was pulled back by someone on the boat. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew he was very strong."

"And I was also holding onto someone, trying to prevent him from falling into the sea. I knew this person; he was a passenger on the Clover, Eunice King."

"Because of his weight, because of his struggle, I could no longer bear it, so I let go and watched him howl as he fell into the blood-red ocean."

"Just then, the person above me also let go. I waved my arms, trying to grab something, but I couldn't grab anything, and I started to fall rapidly."

"Then I would wake up in terror, my back and forehead covered in sweat."

Klein placed his hand on his forehead, tapping it gently as if in thought, then organized his thoughts and said:

"Mr. Meyer, simple nightmares, similar nightmares, and consecutive nightmares are psychological issues with corresponding roots. The recurring recurrence of the same nightmares is a reminder from your spirit and a revelation from the divine."

Seeing Joyce's puzzled expression, he explained further:

"Don't doubt it, even ordinary people's spirituality can give them certain reminders."

"I don't know exactly what happened on the Clover, but it's clear that it was a tragedy with blood and iron as the main characters, leaving a very deep shadow on you."

Seeing Joyce nod slightly, Klein continued:

"When you're on a ship, you're definitely terrified. You're scared, and in such extreme emotions, it's very easy for humans to lose their ability to observe and overlook many details that shouldn't be overlooked. But that doesn't mean you didn't see them; you just overlooked them, understand? You overlooked them."

"In your subconscious, in your spirituality, there are still overlooked details. If they point to something important enough, your spirituality will remind you, in the form of dreams."

I remembered the feeling of overlooking it before, and then I discovered that the notebook had fallen into Riel Bieber's hands—it was the same case… except I'm more perceptive, more spiritual, and have more knowledge of the occult, so I was able to make a judgment immediately… Klein paused for a few seconds, looking into Joyce Meyer's eyes, and said:

"Did Mr. Eunice King, who fell into the blood-red sea because you let go, pray to you on the ship, but still couldn't escape his fate?"

Joyce shifted uncomfortably, opening her mouth several times before finally replying:

"Yes, but I have no sympathy for him. Maybe in a few days, maybe in a week, you will see in the newspapers how cruel and hateful he is, how he raped and murdered at least three women, threw a baby into the raging sea, and led a pack of irrational beasts to slaughter passengers and crew."

"He is cunning, strong, and evil. I dare not and cannot stop, or I will lose my life."

"I don't question what you did," Klein stated first, before explaining, "but your dream tells me you regret it, you feel remorse, and you think you shouldn't have let go. Since you believe killing him was a righteous thing to do, why do you regret it, to the point that you keep dreaming about letting go?"

"I don't know either..." Joyce shook her head in confusion.

Klein crossed his arms and placed them under his chin, tentatively explaining:

"Based on my description, have you overlooked anything in this matter, such as what Eunice King mentioned, the content of his pleas, the posture he displayed, and so on? I cannot recall for you, so please think about it carefully."

"No... He only had time to say 'Spare me, I surrender'..." Joyce muttered to herself, full of doubt.

Klein didn't know the specifics of what happened and could only offer guidance based on the dream:

"So, do you think it would be more useful for Eunice King to survive, to prove something, to explain something?"

Joyce frowned, and after a long pause, she spoke:

"Perhaps... I've always felt that the conflict on the Clover came too suddenly and developed too violently, like the evil desires hidden in everyone's hearts suddenly erupting uncontrollably... This is abnormal... very abnormal... Maybe, maybe I should interrogate Eunice King and ask him what his initial motives were for doing something that seemed like he was possessed by a demon..."

Listening to Joyce's seemingly dreamlike description, Klein, combining it with the dream, suddenly understood and said in the tone characteristic of a charlatan:

No, it's not just that.

"What?" Joyce seemed startled.

Klein crossed his arms, rested his chin on them, and stared intently into Joyce's eyes, speaking in a low but firm voice:

"You not only think this is abnormal, but you also see some things that you have overlooked, and these overlooked things, when strung together, can lead to a terrible conclusion."

"Therefore, your spirituality tells you that there is a strong suspect, the one who grabbed your hand in the dream but ultimately let go. You subconsciously don't suspect him, so you can't see his face. He is your companion, someone who once controlled your life and death, or rather, saved you!"

Joyce leaned back, making a dull thud as he hit the back of the chair.

Sweat slowly beaded on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

"I...I saw it..."

With a thud, Joyce stood up abruptly, causing the high-backed chair to wobble and nearly fall over.

"Mr. Triss..." he said, as if using all his strength.

He was a round-faced, kind, and shy boy—the hero who saved the survivors…

Klein didn't disturb him, but leaned back slightly and waited quietly.

Joyce's expression shifted a few times before finally returning to normal, albeit with a slightly pale expression.

He gave a wry smile and said:

"I understand, thank you for interpreting my dream. Perhaps I should go to the police station."

He took out his wallet and took out a 1-sol note.

"I don't believe money reflects your value. I can only give you the price you set. This is your reward." Joyce pushed the banknotes towards Klein.

"I wouldn't mind if you just gave me 10 pounds... 1. Suller, you and your fiancée really do look alike..." Klein maintained his charlatan demeanor, saying nothing, and smilingly pressed down on the banknote.

Joyce took a breath, put on her top hat, and turned to walk towards the door.

As he unlocked the door, he suddenly turned around and said sincerely:

"Thank you, Master Moretti."

Master? Klein chuckled inwardly, watching the other man leave the divination room, and muttered to himself:

"Something terrible seems to have happened on the Clover... If only the captain were here, he could find out everything from Joyce Meyer's dream..."

…………

Tuesday morning, Backlund, Queens.

Audrey, who had gotten up early, found her golden retriever Susie and said in a serious tone:

"Susie, you're an Extraordinary One too. We're the same kind—no, I mean, we must help each other better. You guard the door and don't let anyone disturb me. I'm going to perform a ritual."

Susie looked at her owner and wagged her tail helplessly.

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