Taking a few steps forward, Klein saw the guest who had come for a divination. He was wearing a black formal suit, holding a gold-inlaid wooden cane, and a semi-top hat. Golden short hair stubbornly peeked out from underneath, and the tip of his nose was slightly hooked, like an eagle's beak.
Anna's fiancé… Joyce Meyer, who had gone through terrible ordeals… Klein, who had seen him in the 'dream divination', immediately smiled and said:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Meyer."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." Joyce took off his top hat and bowed, "Thank you for your guidance to Anna. She has been praising your magic without stopping."
Klein chuckled and said:
"I didn't change anything. The one to thank is yourself. Without a tenacious will and a longing for beauty, you cannot overcome those disasters."
After the pleasantries, he couldn't help but internally complain:
This is mutual flattery, right?
"To be honest, I still feel like it's a dream that I came back alive. I still can't believe I managed to break through one disaster after another." Joyce shook his head with emotion.
Before Klein could speak again, Joyce asked curiously:
"You knew who I was as soon as you saw me. Is it because my nose is so distinctive, or did you divine my visit in advance?"
"I have your detailed information. For a Diviner, that's enough." Klein deliberately answered ambiguously, putting on a mystical air.
Joyce was indeed impressed; after ten or more seconds, he forced a smile and said:
"Mr. Moretti, I would like to request a divination."
As soon as he said it, he suddenly noticed something:
Mr. Klein Moretti called himself a Diviner, not a fortune teller, not a soothsayer!
"Alright, let's go to the citrine room." Klein made a gesture of invitation.
At this moment, he inexplicably felt that he should wear a black robe and speak as little as possible, to embody the mystery of a Diviner.
After entering the divination room, Joyce Meyer actively locked the wooden door and observed the surroundings. Taking this opportunity, Klein quietly pinched the middle of his eyebrows twice, activating his Spirit Vision.
Joyce sat down, leaned his cane, adjusted his black bow tie, and said in a deep voice:
"Mr. Moretti, I would like you to interpret a dream."
"Interpret a dream?" Klein maintained an attitude of having everything under control, asking back in confirmation.
He saw that Joyce's health color showed varying degrees of dimness, but not yet to the point of illness. The emotion color was mainly blue of thought, but it was dark and revealed obvious tension.
Joyce nodded solemnly and said:
"Since the Alfalfa arrived at Enmat Harbor, I have been having the same dream every night. It is filled with fear. I know it might be the shadow left by the ordeal, and I should see a psychologist. But I doubt it's a normal dream; even if a normal dream repeats every night, there must be differences in details. But this dream, at least the parts I remember, never changes."
"For a Diviner, such dreams are 'revelations' given by the spirits." Klein said, half comfortingly and half explaining. "Can you describe the dream in detail?"
Joyce clenched his fist against his mouth, pondered for a moment, and said:
"I dreamed that I fell from the Alfalfa into the ocean. The ocean was deep red, like putrid blood."
"As I was falling, someone on the ship grabbed me. I couldn't see his face clearly, I only knew he was very strong."
"At the same time, I was also holding onto someone, trying to prevent him from falling into the sea. That person I knew, he was a passenger on the Alfalfa, Eunice King."
"Because of his weight and his struggle, I could no longer hold on, so I had to let go, watching him scream as he fell into the bloody ocean."
"Just then, the person above me also let go. I waved my arms, trying to grab something, but caught nothing, and my whole body began to fall rapidly."
"After that, I would wake up in terror, my back and forehead drenched in sweat."
Klein rested his hand on his forehead, tapped lightly, pretending to think, then organized his words and said:
"Mr. Meyer, mere nightmares, similar nightmares, continuous nightmares, are psychological problems with corresponding roots. But the same nightmare recurring is your spirituality reminding you, and also a revelation from the spirits."
Seeing Joyce's puzzled expression, he further explained:
"Don't doubt it. Even ordinary people's spirituality can give them reminders."
"I don't know exactly what happened on the Alfalfa, but it's clear that it was a tragedy with blood and iron as its protagonists, leaving deep shadows on you."
Seeing Joyce nod slightly, Klein continued:
"On the ship, you must have been very fearful, very scared. In such extreme emotions, humans easily lose observation, overlook many details that should not be overlooked. But that doesn't mean you didn't see them, just that you overlooked them, understand? Overlooked."
"In your subconscious, in your spirituality, the overlooked details still exist. If the matter they point to is important enough, your spirituality will remind you in the form of a dream."
Previously, I remembered the feeling of being overlooked and found that the notebook had fallen into Ryle Biber's hands, it was the same case… It's just that I am more perceptive, have stronger spirituality, and richer mystical knowledge, so I can make a judgment at the first moment… Klein paused for a few seconds, looked into Joyce Meyer's eyes, and said:
"That Mr. Eunice King, who fell into the blood-colored ocean because you let go, did he beg you on the ship, but still couldn't escape his fate?"