In the rather spacious living room, after the embrace, Anna and Joyce sat on different sofas, separated by the parents of the women.
Joyce, with a satisfied expression, sighed and said:
"Steam is up. How lucky I am to be back alive and to see Anna again."
"My poor Joyce, what exactly happened to you?" Anna couldn't bear it any longer and asked curiously.
Joyce glanced at her fiancé and her expression became heavy:
"Even today, I still feel scared. I wake up from dreams again and again. The only thing to be grateful for is that their leader was named Nast."
"The pirate who calls himself 'The King of the Five Seas'?" Mr. Wayne, Anna's father, asked in astonishment.
Although Joyce had visited earlier, she never detailed her own experiences. She appeared timid, hesitant and uneasy until Anna came back and gave her a hug, and then she seemed to have truly emerged from the disaster.
"Yes, 'The King of the Five Seas' Nast claimed to be a descendant of the Solomon Empire and adhered to the virtue of not killing prisoners. Because of this, we only had our money stolen, and no lives were lost. Their leader was called Nast."
"The pirate who calls himself 'The King of the Five Seas'?" Mr. Wayne asked in astonishment.
Although Joyce had visited earlier, she never detailed her own experiences. She appeared timid, hesitant and uneasy until Anna came back and gave her a hug, and then she seemed to have truly emerged from the disaster.
"Yes, 'The King of the Five Seas' Nast claimed to be a descendant of the Solomon Empire and adhered to the virtue of not killing prisoners. Because of this, we only had our money stolen, and no lives were lost. Their leader was called Nast."
"The pirates who were terrifying. After the 'Camelot' left Caesarea Harbor five days ago, we encountered pirates. The pirates were terrifying. The only thing to be grateful for was that their leader was called Nast."
"Is that the pirate who calls himself 'The King of the Five Seas'?" Mr. Wayne asked in astonishment.
As Joyce recalled the events of that period, her body gradually trembled, but she still persisted in describing the deepest and most terrifying nightmare:
"I didn't lose too much property. I thought the misfortune was over, but during the subsequent voyage, the passengers and crew of the 'Camelot' erupted in a fierce internal conflict. From arguments to fights, to drawing out revolvers and raising straight swords, they killed each other... Those days, my vision was filled with blood. People around me fell one after another, their eyes never closing, their limbs, hearts and intestines splattered all over the ground."
"We, who were unwilling to become beasts, the rational part of us, had nowhere to hide, no way to escape. Around us were deep blue waves, an ocean with no visible boundaries... Some were crying, some begging for mercy, some selling their bodies, but their heads were still hung on the mast."
"Anna, I was filled with despair and thought I would never see you again. Fortunately, in this nightmare, there were still heroes. Captain Mr. Smith led us to the sturdy lower deck. With the prepared fresh water and food, we held out until the limit of those crazy guys. Mr. Tris encouraged us, leading us bravely to attack those murderers..."
"After a blood-soaked battle that I will never forget, we survived, but the 'Camelot' deviated from the course. The sailors were reduced to only one-third of their original number." ...
When telling about the most terrifying and darkest side of human nature, Joyce couldn't help but recall that "hero", the hero who called himself Tris. He had a round and kind face, was shy, like a girl, and always liked to stay in the corner. Only those who were very familiar with him could understand how talkative he was.
But even this insignificant boy stood firmly in front of everyone at the most harsh and desperate moment.
"Oh, Steam Above, my poor Joyce, you have such a heart-wrenching experience. Thank God, worship God, He has spared us from separation." Anna's eyes were filled with tears, constantly drawing triangular steam and mechanical holy symbols on her chest.
Joyce showed a slightly pale smile:
"This is our devout repayment. The 'Mayweed' ship later experienced a storm, got lost, and passed through numerous tests, finally arriving at the Enmatte Port."
"Because there was such a serious blood case on the ship, we survivors were controlled by the police, questioned separately, and had no chance to send a telegram to our families to inform the situation. When everything was over, that is, this morning, I immediately borrowed some money from a friend and took the steam train back. Thank God, I was able to step onto the land of Tingen again and see you all again."
At this point, he looked at his fiancée with some confusion:
"Anna, when you saw me, I could feel your joy and surprise, but what I couldn't understand was why you rushed excitedly towards the door after getting off the carriage. Oh, I originally intended to give you a huge surprise."
Anna, recalling the previous experience, still couldn't believe it and said:
"There's nothing to hide, Joyce. Because I was worried about you, I went to the only divination club in the town of Tingen today for divination. And that diviner, no, diviner told me that he said, your fiancé has returned, in the house with the toy windmill."
"What?" Wayne couple and Joyce exclaimed simultaneously.
Anna covered her face and shook her head:
"I also don't believe what I met today. But it really happened. Steam Above, perhaps there are miracles in this world."
"Joyce, the diviner asked for your name, features, address and birth date. He said it was a star chart divination, and then he asked me, which house is mine, which one is yours, after I confirmed it, he said, congratulations, Miss Anna, your fiancé has returned, in your house, don't ask about his experience, give him a hug and comfort."
"God... " Joyce felt that this matter was simply unimaginable and hard to understand. "Does he know me? Is there someone who sent him a telegram? Is he familiar with the police in Enmatte Port? No, this still can't be explained. How could he know I came to your house? How could he be sure you were going to the divination? Did you make an appointment in advance?"
"There wasn't, I chose it on the spot." Anna answered blankly.
"Perhaps a good diviner needs to have abundant information, even if it's not needed in the short term, perhaps divination really has magical aspects." Anna's father, Mr. Wayne, sighed and concluded, "In the known over a thousand years of history and the less clear fourth millennium, divination has always existed and never disappeared. I think there must be a reason for this."
Joyce slightly shook her head and asked:
"What's the name of the diviner?"
Anna thought for a moment and said:
"Klein. Moretti." ......
In the reception hall of the Divination Club.
Because Klein had controlled the volume, Angelica was polite and didn't get too close, so she only saw Anna leave as if she had lost her soul, only seeing the expression on her face showing shock and confusion.
Angelica took a few steps towards the sofa and asked curiously:
"Is it a good result?"
She didn't dare to ask what the specific result was, fearing that it would violate the underlying rules of the diviners.
"Um." Klein nodded and took out three copper coins from his pocket, "One Sule is one and a half pence?"
"Yes." Angelica looked at the copper coins and found that one was 1 penny, two were half pence, and she hurriedly stepped back, "There's an extra half penny."
Klein smiled and gently touched:
"Thank you for taking care of my guest. She gave me a tip, and I should also give you one."
This is also an expression of gratitude for your recommendation... He silently added to himself.
"Alright." Angelica felt a bit intimidated by Klein and, seeing that the reason was appropriate, didn't refuse anymore.
Klein returned to the meeting room, thinking that there would be more seekers for divination.
However, until five forty, he still hadn't received the second customer.
This wasn't because the Divination Club had bad business, but most people had clear goals and had already designated the diviner themselves.
"They should have been recommended by someone, they had already decided to consult someone for divination... In conclusion, my reputation is still not enough..." Klein self-mockingly said in game terms.
He finished the third addition of Xibe Red Tea, put on a half-high hat, carried a silver-plated cane, and slowly walked out of the meeting room.
Angelica thought of Grasitis' instructions and hurriedly went to meet him:
"Mr. Moretti, when will you come to the club next time? Mr. Grasitis hopes to thank you in person."
"I will come whenever I have time. If fate brings us together, he will definitely meet me." Klein replied in a conjurer's tone, with a sense of immersion.
Then, regardless of Angelica's reaction, he stepped out of the Divination Club and took the public carriage back home.
Entering the gate, Klein saw Benson reading the newspaper, while Melissa was using the scattered gears, bearings, and springs to assemble something under the evening sunlight.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Shad has come to visit?" Klein asked in a relaxed tone.
Benson didn't put down the newspaper but raised his head:
"Mrs. Shad sat for a quarter of an hour and brought some gifts. She was very satisfied with our homemade muffins and lemon cakes, and invited us to visit her home if we have the chance. She is a kind and polite lady, and she knows how to chat well."
"The only problem is that the entire family of them believes in the Storm Lord and thinks that girls shouldn't go to school but can only receive home education." Melissa whispered.
It was obvious that she was quite dissatisfied with this matter.
"Don't worry too much. As long as she doesn't interfere with us, she is still a good neighbor." Klein comforted his sister with a smile.
The Kingdom of Ruen is a multi-believing country. Unlike the Vassak Empire in the north, which only obeys the God of War, or the Fenepot Kingdom in the south, which only worships the Mother Goddess of the Earth, the followers of the Storm Lord, the Night Goddess, and the God of Steam and Machinery inevitably have some conflicts in viewpoints and habits. However, after thousands of years of coexistence, they have been relatively restrained from each other, and no situation of inability to coexist has arisen.
"Um." Melissa pursed her lips and redirected her gaze to the pile of parts.
After dinner, Klein still reviewed historical knowledge. When Melissa and Benson went to take a bath and return to their rooms, he cleaned himself and entered the bedroom, locking the door.
He wanted to sort out and summarize the learning and problems that occurred during this period to avoid forgetting or missing the key points. Only in this way could he use a clearer mind to deal with the subsequent development. Klein spread out his notebook, picked up the pen, and began to write in Chinese, sentence by sentence:
"Why is the key to potion digestion 'acting'?"