After walking a few steps forward, Klein saw the guest who came for divination. He was wearing a black suit, holding a gold-inlaid wooden staff, and a half-top hat. His short golden hair stubbornly showed from the edge, and the tip of his nose was slightly curved, like an eagle's beak.

Anna's fiancé... the Joyce Meyer who had gone through terrible hardships... Klein, who had seen him in "Dream Divination", immediately smiled and said:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Meier."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." Joyce took off his hat and bowed. "Thank you for your guidance to Anna. She has been praising your magic and can hardly stop talking."

Klein laughed and said:

"I haven't changed anything. You should thank yourself. Without a strong will and a yearning for beauty, you can't overcome those adversities."

After being polite, he couldn't help but complain in his heart:

Is this considered a commercial bragging?

"To be honest, I still feel dreamy that I could come back alive, and I still can't believe that I could survive all those disasters." Joyce shook his head with emotion.

Without waiting for Klein to say anything else, he asked curiously:

"As soon as you saw me just now, you knew who I was. Was it because my nose is so distinctive, or did you predict my visit in advance?"

"I have your detailed information. That's enough for a fortune teller." Klein answered vaguely on purpose, acting like a sorcerer.

Joyce was indeed shocked. After about ten seconds, he smiled and said:

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

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

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

“Okay, 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 reflect the mystery of a fortune teller.

After entering the divination room, Joyce Meyer took the initiative to lock the wooden door and observed the surrounding environment. Klein took this opportunity to quietly pinch his brows twice and activate his spiritual vision.

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

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

"Dream interpretation?" Klein remained calm and asked in a confirming tone, as if to predict what would happen.

He saw that Joyce's health colors were dull to varying degrees, but none of them had reached the level of illness. His emotional colors were mainly thinking blue, and it was so dark that it showed obvious tension.

Joyce nodded solemnly:

"Since the Clover arrived at Enmat Harbor, I've had the same dream every night. It's full of fear. I know this might be the shadow left by the disaster. I should see a psychiatrist, but I suspect it's 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 part I remember, has never changed."

"For fortune tellers, dreams like these are all 'revelations' from the gods," Klein said, half comfortingly and half explaining. "Can you describe the dream in detail?"

Joyce put his fist to his mouth and thought for a moment before saying:

"I dreamed that I fell off the Clover and into the ocean. The ocean was crimson, like rotten blood."

"When I was falling, I was grabbed by someone on the boat. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew he was very strong."

"And I also pulled a person to prevent him from falling into the sea. I know this person. He is a passenger of the Clover, Eunice King."

"Because of his weight and his struggle, I couldn't bear it anymore. I could only let go and watch him wailing as he fell into the bloody ocean."

"At this moment, the person above me also let go. I waved my arms, trying to grab something, but there was nothing to grab, and I began to fall rapidly."

"After that, I would wake up in terror, with sweat all over my back and forehead."

Klein put his hand on his forehead and tapped it gently, pretending to be thinking. Then he organized his words and said:

"Mr. Meier, simple nightmares, similar nightmares, and continuous nightmares are psychological problems with corresponding roots. The recurrence of the same nightmare is a reminder from your spirituality and a revelation from the gods."

Seeing Joyce's puzzled look, he explained further:

"Don't doubt it, the spirituality of ordinary people will also give themselves certain reminders."

"I don't know what happened on the Clover, but I can see that it was a tragedy with blood and iron as the protagonists, and it left a deep shadow on you."

Seeing Joyce nod slightly, Klein continued to explain:

"When you are on the boat, you must be very scared. You are very afraid. In such extreme emotions, it is very easy for humans to lose their observation ability and ignore many details that should not be ignored. But this does not mean that you did not see them, but just ignored them, understand? Ignored."

"In your subconscious mind, in your spirituality, the ignored details still exist. If the matter it points to is important enough, your spirituality will remind you in the form of dreams."

I remembered the feeling of neglect before, and found that the notebook fell into the hands of Rui Er Biber. It was the same case... It's just that I am more perceptive, more spiritual, and have more knowledge of mysticism, so I can make a judgment in the first time... Klein paused for a few seconds, looked into Joyce Meier's eyes and said:

"Did Mr. Eunice King, who fell into the bloody ocean because you let go of him, beg you for mercy on the boat, but still couldn't escape his fate?"

Joyce twisted his body unnaturally and opened his mouth several times before answering:

"Yes, but I don't sympathize with him. Maybe in a few days, maybe a week, you will see from the newspapers what a cruel and hateful villain he is. He raped and killed at least three women, threw a baby into the raging sea, and led a group of irrational beasts to massacre passengers and crew members."

"He is cunning, strong, and evil. I dare not and cannot stop. It will cost me my life."

"I don't question what you did." Klein expressed his attitude before explaining, "It's just that your dream told me that you regretted and felt sorry for not letting go. Since you think killing him is a just thing, why do you feel regret and regret to the point of repeatedly dreaming about letting go?"

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

Klein crossed his hands and placed them under his chin, and tentatively explained:

"Based on my description just now, have you overlooked anything in this matter, such as what Eunice King mentioned, the content of his plea, the gesture he showed, etc. I can't recall it for you, please think about it carefully."

"No... He only had time to say 'Spare me, I surrender'..." Joyce muttered to himself in confusion.

Klein didn't know the exact details of what happened, so he could only give guidance based on the dream:

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

Joyce frowned for a moment, and then he spoke:

"Maybe... I always feel that the conflict on the Clover came too suddenly and developed too intensely, as if the evil desires hidden in everyone's heart suddenly burst out uncontrollably... This is abnormal... Very abnormal... Maybe, maybe I want to interrogate Eunice King and ask him why he did something like being possessed by a demon in the first place..."

Listening to Joyce's description that sounded like a dream, Klein combined it with his dream, and his thoughts suddenly became clear. He said in the unique tone of a charlatan:

"No, it's more than that."

"What?" Joyce seemed startled.

Klein crossed his hands, rested his chin on his hands, stared into Joyce's eyes, and said in a low but powerful tone:

"Not only do you think this is abnormal, you also see things that you have overlooked, and these overlooked things, when put together, can lead to a terrible conclusion."

"So, your spirit tells you that there is a person who is very suspicious. He is the one who held your hand in the dream but eventually let go. You subconsciously don't doubt him, so you can't see his appearance. He is your companion. He once dominated your life and death, or in other words, saved you!"

Joyce leaned back suddenly, causing the back of the chair to make a dull sound.

Sweat slowly oozed from his forehead and his eyes were filled with confusion.

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

With a clang, Joyce stood up suddenly, causing the high-back chair to shake and almost fall down.

"Mr. Triss..." He said a name with all his strength.

He was a round-faced, kind, shy boy, the hero who saved the survivors...

Klein didn't bother the other person. He leaned back slightly and waited quietly.

Joyce's face changed several times, and finally returned to normal, a little pale.

He smiled bitterly and said:

"I understand. Thank you for your interpretation. Maybe I need to go to the police station."

He took out his wallet and took out a 1 soli note.

“I don’t think money can reflect your value. It can only be given according to the price you set. This is your reward.” Joyce pushed the banknote to Klein.

Just give me 10 pounds, I don't mind... 1 Suler, you and your fiancée really look alike... Klein maintained his charlatan demeanor, said nothing, and held the bill with a smile.

Joyce took a breath, put on his hat, and turned toward the door.

When unlocking the door, he suddenly turned around and said sincerely:

"Thank you, Master Moretti."

Master? Klein laughed secretly and watched the other party leave the divination room. He muttered to himself silently:

"Something extraordinary seems to have happened on the Clover... It would be great if the captain was here. He could figure out the whole story from Joyce Meyer's dream..."

…………

Early Tuesday morning, Backlund, Queens.

Audrey got up early and called Susie, the golden retriever, and said seriously:

“Susie, you are also a Beyonder. We are the same kind. Bah, no, I mean, we must help each other better. You guard the door and don’t let anyone disturb me. I have to perform a ritual.”

Susie looked at her owner and wagged her tail helplessly.

PS: 5/7, first update on Monday, please vote for recommendation~