Lord of the Mysteries

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In the rather spacious living room, Anna and Joyce, who ended the hug, sat on different sofas, separated by the woman's parents.

Joyce’s look sighed with satisfaction:

"The steam is on, how lucky I am, can come back alive, can see Anna again."

"My poor Joyce, what happened to you?" Anna couldn't stand it anymore, and he couldn't help but explore.

Joyce looked at his fiancee and looked heavy:

"I still feel scared today, always woke up from my dreams again and again. Five days after leaving the port of Caesar, we encountered pirates, terrible pirates. The only thing that is fortunate is that their leader is called Nast. ”

"The big pirate who claimed to be the 'King of the Five Seas'?" Mr. Wayne, the father of Anna, asked with horror.

Although Joyce had come to visit half an hour ago, he never mentioned his own experience in detail. He was cringing, embarrassed and upset. Until Anna came back and gave a hug, he seemed to have really gone out of his way.

"Yes, 'King of the Five Seas' Nast declares that he is a descendant of the Solomon Empire and guards the virtue of not killing the captives. Because of this, we have only been robbed of money and have not lost our lives. His men even Give us enough food." Joyce recalled the experience of this time.

His body gradually trembled, but he insisted on describing the deepest and deepest nightmare:

"I lost a lot of property. I thought that the bad luck had passed, but in the following voyage, the passengers and crew of the nickname broke out with fierce guilt, from disputes to fighting, to pulling out the revolver. Speaking straight swords and killing each other... In those few days, my eyes were full of blood, and the people around me fell one after another, licking the eyes that would never be closed, the ground covered with limbs, heart and intestines. All."

"We are not willing to be beasts, that is, the part of reason, there is no place to escape, no road to escape, surrounded by deep blue waves, is the ocean that cannot see the margins... Some people cry, some ask for mercy, some people sell their bodies, but they The head is still hung on the mast."

"Anna, I was desperate and thought that I would never see you again. Fortunately, in such a nightmare, there are still heroes. The captain led us to hide in the sturdy lower layer, relying on the prepared water and food in advance. Supported the limits of those crazy guys, and Mr. Tries inspired us to take the lead and lead us to attack the group of murderers..."

"After a **** battle that I will never forget, we survived, but the nickname also deviated from the fairway, and the sailors were only one-third of the original."

......

When talking about the most horrible and darkest side of the human heart, Joyce couldn't help but recall the "hero", who claimed to be the hero of Tries. He has a round, harmonious face, a character, like a girl, always likes it. Stay in the corner, only people who are very familiar with him can understand how he is a talkative person.

But such an inconspicuous boy stood firmly in front of everyone in the worst and most desperate time.

"Hey, the steam is on, my poor Joyce, you have a distressing experience, thank God, worship God, He let us not separate." Anna's eyes are spinning in tears, constantly in the chest Point out the triangle of steam and the mechanical emblem.

Joyce showed a slightly pale smile:

"This is our devout return. The nickname has experienced the storm, experienced the trek, passed the test again and again, and finally arrived at the port of Enmat."

"Because there was such a serious **** case on the ship, our survivors were controlled by the police and interrogated separately. They did not have the opportunity to report to the family. When everything was over, this morning, I immediately borrowed money from a friend. Returning on the steam train, thank God, let me re-enter the land of Tingen, let me see you again."

Having said that, he looked at his fiancee with some doubts:

"Anna, when you see me, I can feel your joy and surprise, but what I can't understand is, after you got out of the carriage, why did you rush to the door so excitedly, oh, I was going to give you a big surprise. of."

When Anna recalls her previous experience, she still can't believe it:

"There is nothing to hide, Joyce, because I am worried about you, I went to the only divination club in Tingen today to divination, and the diviner, no, the diviner told me that he said that your fiancé has returned. It’s in a house with a toy windmill.”

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

Anna rubbed her face and shook her head and said:

"I don't believe what I met today, but it did happen, steam is on, maybe there is a miracle in this world."

"Joyce, the diviner asked for your name, characteristics, address and date of birth. It was said to be a divination. Then I asked if there was a toy windmill, my home, or your home, so I gave confirmation. He said, Congratulations, Miss Anna, your fiancé is back, just in your home, don't ask him about his experience, give him a hug and comfort."

"God..." Joyce only felt that this thing was unimaginable and difficult to understand. "Don't he know me? Did someone send him a telegram? Is he familiar with the police in the port of Enmat? No, this Still can't explain, how does he know that I am coming to your house? How can he be sure that you are going to divination? Have you made an appointment in advance?"

"No, I was temporarily selected." Anna replied slyly.

"Maybe a good diviner needs to have a wealth of information, even if it can't be used in a short time, maybe there is a magical place for divination." Anna's father, Mr. Wayne, sighed and concluded, "a known history of more than a thousand years." In the Quaternary, and in the less clear Quaternary, divination always exists and never disappears. I think there is a reason."

Joyce squinted slightly and asked:

"What is the diviner's name?"

Anna thought about it:

"Klein Moretti."

............

Inside the reception hall of the Divination Club.

Because Klein controlled the volume, Angelica also did not close her mind, so she only saw Anna lose her soul and only saw the other person's expression showing shock and confusion.

An Jielika walked to the sofa and asked curiously:

"A good result?"

She did not dare to ask what the specific result was, fearing that it violated the potential rules of the diviners.

"Yeah." Klein nodded and took three coins from his trouser pocket. "One-eighth of a Sule is one and one-half pennies?"

"Yes." An Jielika looked at the copper coins and found that one was 1 pence, two were half pennies, and quickly retreated back. "More than half a penny."

Klein smiled and said:

"Thank you for your care of my guests, she gave me a tip, and I should have given you a tip."

This is also a thank you for your recommendation... He silently added a sentence.

"Okay." An Jielika was a little bit afraid of Klein. If she saw the reason, she would not refuse.

Klein returned to the conference room and thought that there would be more fortune followers.

However, until 5:40, he still could not wait for the second customer.

This is not to say that the business of the divination club is not good, but that most people have clear goals and specify the diviners themselves.

"They should have been recommended, and they have already determined who to collect for divination... In short, my reputation is not enough..." Klein ridiculed himself in the terms of the game.

He drank the third addition of Xibo black tea, put on a half-high hat, and carried a silver cane, and slowly walked out of the conference room.

Angelica thought of Gladys’s embarrassment and hurriedly greeted her:

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

"I will come if I have time, if the fate makes us meet, then he will definitely meet me." Klein replied with a sacred tone, there is a feeling of entering the play.

Then, regardless of Angelique's reaction, he stepped away from the Divination Club and returned home with a public carriage.

Entering the gate, Klein saw that Benson was reading the newspaper, and Melissa pieced together the pieces of gear, bearings and clockwork in the evening sun.

"Good afternoon, does Mrs. Shaw come to visit?" Klein asked in a relaxed tone.

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

“Mrs. Shaw’s seated for a quarter of an hour, brought some gifts, was very satisfied with the muffins and lemon cakes we prepared, and invited us to have a chance to be a guest at her house. She is a kind and polite lady, and very Know how to chat."

"The only problem is that all of them believe in the Lord of the Storm and think that girls should not go to school and only accept family education." Melissa muttered.

I can see that she is quite dissatisfied with this matter.

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

The kingdom of Lun is a country of multi-faith. Unlike the Fossac Empire in the north, it only obeys the **** of war, and unlike the kingdom of Fernett in the south, it is the goddess of the gods, the **** of the storm, the goddess of the night, the **** of steam and machinery. The churches of the three churches will inevitably have some conflicts of views and habits. They are only one hundred years old, and they are relatively restrained. There is no such thing as coexistence.

"Yeah." Melissa snorted and turned her eyes back to the pile of parts.

After dinner, Klein still reviewed the history of knowledge. When Melissa and Benson each took a bath and returned to the house, he cleaned himself, entered the bedroom, and locked the door.

He has to sort out and summarize the learning and problems that have arisen during this period so as not to forget and ignore the key, and only then can he use a clearer idea to cope with the subsequent development.

Klein spread his notebook, took the pen, and wrote it in Chinese one by one:

“Why is the key to the digestion of potions ‘playing’?”