Hmm? He only did one divination last week, could the reputation here spread so fast?
Klein and Kenley turned to look at the man walking over, the other party wore black formal wear, held a gold-inlaid wooden cane, wore a half-high top hat, golden short hair stubbornly showing from the edges, nose tip slightly curved.
"Have you seen him?" Kenley put down the book in his hands, asked softly.
"In divination." Klein said softly.
"Hello, you must be Anna's fiancé Mr. Myer, seeing you return safely from the 'Clover' is a happy thing." Klein stood up, "This is my good friend Mr. Kenley, a scholar with similarly deep research in mysticism."
Also a gentleman who might steal your purse at any time.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Klein, Mr. Kenley." Joyce Myer shook hands with both of them in greeting, sat down between the two people.
"Before we go divine, perhaps you could first tell us what happened on the 'Clover'."
"Oh, that was a damned trip, after we left port, we unexpectedly encountered the 'Black Emperor', fortunately, he had no designs on our lives, just took our property."
"I didn't lose much, but in the subsequent journey, the passengers and crew of the Clover erupted in fierce internal strife, from arguments, to brawls, to drawing revolvers, raising straight swords, mutually slaughtering... Those few days, blood color filled my vision, people around me fell one after another, with eyes that would never close again, splattering limbs, hearts and intestines all over the ground."
Klein nodded sympathetically, "You being able to survive was indeed very fortunate."
"Yes," Joyce said, "Your divination is very exquisite, Anna praised your scholarship greatly, calling it the most worthwhile shilling she had ever spent in her life."
"Actually my fee is eight pence." Klein smiled, "What can I help you with today?"
"Please wait, Mr. Joyce, your description just now aroused my curiosity, I want to know how you survived in such a harsh environment." Kenley asked.
Klein also looked at Joyce curiously, he was similarly curious about this question.
"The existence of a Mr. Tris saved us, he led us to use thick wooden boards to seal up the deck leading to the cabin below the 'Clover', found us sufficient fresh water and food, in the most difficult times, he led us to shout slogans together, cheered us up, finally brought us through to the last minute."
"Very touching, but I'm curious." Kenley asked puzzledly, "Since 'King of the Five Seas' Solomon didn't harm your lives, how did the chaos on the ship happen?"
"You couldn't resist 'King of the Five Seas' subordinate pirates, this is very normal, but what happened after they left?"
"In your memory, what happened?"
"You're quite right, this matter indeed is full of some unreasonable places."
Joyce frowned, "'King of the Five Seas' Nast left us enough food and drinking water for five days, we prepared to return to port, then..."
He suddenly painfully held his head, as if he had forgotten something, teeth clenched tight, as if something was drilling out from inside his head, and he needed to fiercely suppress these memories to prevent these abrupt things from harming himself.
"It's alright, Mr. Joyce, you don't need to remember these things." Klein looked at Kenley with dissatisfaction, using his learned mystical knowledge to comfort Mr. Joyce.
"I, what happened to me..." Joyce looked at Kenley and Klein with sweat all over his head, "Why..."
"Now your memory has consciously chosen to selectively forget some things, these things are very important for you who seeks the truth." Kenley said, "I remember when you came, you wanted to find Mr. Klein for divination..."
"Yes, yes." Joyce said, "I have a dream, need Mr. Klein's interpretation."
"I won't delay you two." Kenley stood up and patted Klein's shoulder, "I'll go find a fresh drink."
The psychological suggestions he made just now were enough, Joyce would think of everything under Klein's timely "prompting."
Kenley quietly read for ten minutes, then saw Joyce hurriedly walk out of the topaz room, Klein followed behind him with a strange expression walking toward Kenley, taking out the "Sleep Charm" that Kenley had stuffed to Klein earlier and returning it to Kenley.
"When did you suspect his psychological state was wrong?"
"When he came in, his whole person's aura appeared very chaotic, obviously full of confusion, although the mystical knowledge I can learn isn't too much, I can still see that kind of disorder in the aura, and he seemed very familiar with the beginning of the whole matter, like..."
"As if recited." Klein nodded, "I also felt like it, but fortunately he already knows the truth of everything, has gone to the police station to report."
"Interested in going to see?" Kenley drained the coffee in front of him, "This is more interesting than your divination?"
"No, my divination is also very interesting..." Klein struggled, "I still want to stay here quietly for a few hours, read books, and practice my divination."
Kenley took out a triangular dream charm, quietly placing it between the two people.
"What are you doing?" Klein's eyes lit up, quickly covering the "Dream Charm" with the book in front of Kenley.
"If we go to the police station now, we can just catch Joyce's statement, our credentials can give you a chance to experiment with 'entering dreams'." Kenley raised his right hand, "I guarantee I won't interfere with you."
"But, wouldn't it be better to let the captain handle this matter." Klein thought and nodded, "I'm curious about using charms, but this is the unfamiliar dream realm after all."
Little Klein, you're scared...
"We can let the captain wait outside, he won't mind." Kenley smiled, "The 'Clover' matter will sooner or later be 'our' work, since there's this opportunity to know the murderer's appearance and the course of events in advance, it's better to know early."
"Besides, do you want to see what 'King of the Five Seas' Nast Solomon actually looks like? This is a rare opportunity."
This sentence deeply struck Klein's curiosity.
"Alright." Klein nodded.