In the spacious living room, Anna and Joyce, who had just ended their hug, sat on different sofas, separated by the girl's parents.

Joyce sighed with satisfaction:

"Steam above, I am so lucky to be back alive and to see Anna again."

"My poor Joyce, what happened to you?" Anna could no longer bear it and asked with concern.

Joyce glanced at his fiancée, his expression becoming serious:

"I still feel scared today. I always wake up from my dreams again and again. Five days after the Clover left Caesar Port, we encountered pirates, terrible pirates. The only good thing was that their leader was called Nestor."

"The great pirate who calls himself the 'King of the Five Seas'?" Anna's father, Mr. Wayne, asked in astonishment.

Although Joyce had come to visit him half an hour ago, he never mentioned his experience in detail and acted timid, nervous and uneasy. It was not until Anna came back and gave him a hug that he seemed to have really gotten out of the predicament.

"Yes, Nast, the 'King of the Five Seas', claimed that he was a descendant of the Solomon Empire and adhered to the virtue of not killing captives. Because of this, we were only robbed of our money but did not lose our lives. His men even left us enough food." Joyce recalled his experiences during that period.

His body began to tremble, but he still insisted on describing his deepest and most severe nightmare:

"I lost a small amount of property, and I thought the bad luck was over. But during the subsequent voyage, the passengers and crew of the Clover had a fierce internal conflict. From arguments to brawls, to pulling out revolvers and picking up straight swords, killing each other... During those days, my vision was full of blood. People around me fell one after another, with their eyes wide open as if they would never close, and their limbs, hearts, and intestines were splattered all over the ground."

“For those of us who don’t want to become wild beasts, that is, the rational part of us, there is no place to hide, no way to escape, all around us are deep blue waves, an ocean with no visible edge… Some people cried bitterly, some begged for mercy, some sold their bodies, but their heads were still hung on the mast.”

"Anna, I was filled with despair at that time and thought I would never see you again. Fortunately, in such a nightmare, there are still heroes. The captain led us to hide in the solid lower floor. Relying on the clean water and food prepared in advance, we held out until the limit of those crazy guys. Mr. Tris encouraged us, bravely took the lead, and led us to attack the group of murderers..."

"After a bloody battle that I will never forget, we survived, but the Clover also deviated from the course, and only one-third of the sailors were left."

…

When describing the most horrible and darkest side of the human heart, Joyce couldn't help but recall the "hero", the hero who called himself Tris. He had a round, kind face, a shy personality, like a girl, and always liked to stay in the corner. Only those who were very familiar with him could understand what a talkative person he was.

But it was such an inconspicuous boy who stood firmly in front of everyone in the worst and most desperate times.

"Oh, Steam, my poor Joyce, you have had such a heartbreaking experience. Thank God, worship God, He doesn't let us be separated." Tears welled up in Anna's eyes, and she kept pointing the triangular steam and mechanical holy emblem on her chest.

Joyce gave a slightly pale smile:

"This is the reward for our piety. The Clover later experienced storms, lost its way, and overcame one test after another before finally arriving at Enmat Harbor."

"Because of the bloodbath that happened on the ship, we survivors were detained by the police and interrogated separately. We had no chance to send a telegram to inform our families of the situation. When everything was over, which was this morning, I immediately borrowed some money from a friend and took the steam train back. Thank God for letting me set foot on the land of Tingen again and see you again."

At this point, he looked at his fiancée with some doubt:

"Anna, I could sense your joy and surprise when you saw me, but what I couldn't understand was why you rushed to the door so excitedly after getting off the carriage. Haha, I had planned to give you a big surprise."

Anna recalled what happened before and still couldn't believe it:

"There is nothing to hide, Joyce. Because I was worried about you, I went to the only fortune-telling club in Tingen City today for fortune-telling. The fortune-teller, no, the fortune-teller told me that your fiancé has returned and is in the house with the toy windmill."

"What?" the Waynes and Joyce blurted out at the same time.

Anna covered her face, shook her head and said:

"I don't believe what I encountered today, but it really happened. Steam is up. Maybe there really are miracles in this world."

"Joyce, the fortune teller asked for your name, features, address and date of birth, saying he was doing astrology. Then he asked me whether the one with the toy windmill was mine or yours. After I confirmed it, he said, 'Congratulations, Miss Anna, your fiancé has returned and is at your home. Don't ask him about his experience. Just give him a hug and comfort him.'"

"Oh my God..." Joyce felt that this matter was simply unimaginable and incomprehensible. "Does he know me? Did someone send him a telegram? Is he familiar with the police in Port Enmat? No, this still cannot be explained. How did he know that I came to your house? How could he be sure that you wanted to go for divination? Did you make an appointment in advance?"

"No, I picked it at the last minute." Anna answered blankly.

"Perhaps a good fortune teller needs to master a wealth of information, even if it is not useful in the short term. Perhaps there is something magical about divination." Anna's father, Mr. Wayne, sighed and concluded, "In the known history of more than a thousand years, and in the unclear Fourth Epoch, divination has always existed and has never disappeared. I think there must be a reason for this."

Joyce shook his head slightly and asked:

"What's the fortune teller's name?"

Anna thought for a moment and said:

"Klein Moretti."

…………

In the reception hall of the Divination Club.

Because Klein controlled the volume, Angelica wisely did not move closer, so she only saw Anna leave as if she had lost her soul, and only saw her expression showing shock and confusion.

Angelica walked to the sofa and asked curiously:

"A good result?"

She didn't dare ask what the specific result would be, for fear of violating the fortune tellers' implicit rules.

“Yes.” Klein nodded and took out three copper coins from his trouser pocket. “One eighth of a soli is one and a half pennies?”

"Yes." Angelica looked at the copper coins and found that one was 1 penny and two were half pennies. She quickly stepped back and said, "There is half a penny too much."

Klein smiled and said:

"Thank you for taking care of my guest. She gave me a tip, so I should tip you as well."

This is also a thank you for your recommendation... he added silently in his heart.

"Okay." Angelica was inexplicably afraid of Klein, and since the reason was appropriate, she didn't refuse.

Klein returned to the conference room, thinking that there would be more seekers coming.

However, until 5:40, he still hadn't waited for the second customer.

This is not to say that fortune-telling clubs are doing bad business, but that the vast majority of people have clear goals and designate their own fortune-tellers.

“They must have been recommended by someone and had already decided who to ask for divination… In short, my reputation is still not enough…” Klein said self-deprecatingly using the terminology of the game.

He drank the third refill of Xibe black tea, put on a half-top hat, carried a silver-studded cane, and walked out of the meeting room slowly.

Angelica thought of Gracis's instructions and hurried over to greet him:

"Mr. Moretti, when will you come to the club next time? Mr. Glacis would like to thank you in person."

"I'll come over whenever I'm free. If fate lets us meet, then he will definitely meet me." Klein answered in a charlatan tone, feeling as if he was in a play.

Then, regardless of Angelica's reaction, he left the Divination Club and took a public carriage back home.

After entering the door, Klein saw Benson reading a newspaper, while Melissa was piecing together something with broken gears, bearings, and springs in the evening sun.

“Good afternoon. Is Mrs. Shaw here to visit?” Klein asked in a relaxed tone.

Benson didn't put down the newspaper, but just raised his head:

"Mrs. Shaw came and sat for a quarter of an hour, bringing some gifts. She was very pleased with the muffins and lemon cakes we prepared, and invited us to visit her home if we had the chance. She is a kind, polite lady who knows how to chat."

“The only problem is that their family believes in the Lord of Storms and believes that girls shouldn’t go to school and can only be educated at home,” Melissa muttered.

It can be seen that she is quite dissatisfied with this matter.

"Don't worry too much. As long as she doesn't interfere with us, she's still a good neighbor." Klein smiled and comforted his sister.

The Kingdom of Loen was a country of multiple faiths. It was not like the Feysac Empire in the north that only obeyed the God of War, nor was it like the Feynaport Kingdom in the south that only worshipped the Mother Earth. The followers of the three major churches, the Lord of Storms, the Goddess of Night, and the God of Steam and Machinery, inevitably had some conflicts in views and habits. However, after thousands of years of adjustment, they were relatively restrained and there was no situation where they could not coexist.

“Hmm.” Melissa pursed her lips and turned her gaze back to the pile of parts.

After dinner, Klein continued to review his history knowledge. He waited until Melissa and Benson took a shower and returned to their rooms before he cleaned himself, entered the bedroom, and locked the door.

He needs to sort out and summarize what he has learned and the problems that have arisen during this period to avoid forgetting or ignoring the key points. Only in this way can he deal with subsequent developments with clearer ideas.

Klein opened his notebook, picked up a pen, and began writing in Chinese word by word:

"Why is the key to potion digestion 'acting'?"