In the spacious living room, after the embrace, Anna and Joyce sat on different sofas, separated by the parents of the female party. 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: "I still feel scared. I keep waking up from dreams again and again. After the 'Mallow' left Caesar, we encountered pirates, terrifying pirates. The only thing to be grateful for is that their leader was named Nast." "The pirate who calls himself the King?" 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, 'King' 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, not losing our lives. Their leader was called Nast." Joyce recalled the experiences of that period. Her body gradually trembled, but she still persisted in describing the deepest and darkest 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 'Mallow' erupted in fierce internal strife. From arguments to fights, to drawing out revolvers and raising straight swords, each other's killing... During 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 don't want to become beasts, that rational part of us, had nowhere to hide, no way to escape. Around us were deep blue waves, an ocean without an end... 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, relying on the prepared clean water and food, we held out until the limit of those crazy guys, and Mr. Tris encouraged us, leading us bravely to attack those murderers..." "After a bloody battle that I will never forget, we survived, but the 'Mallow' deviated from the course, and the sailors were reduced to only one-third of the 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 kept 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 'Olive Branch' 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. When everything was over, which was 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 were so excitedly rushing 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 the diviner, no, the diviner told me that he said, your fiancé has returned, in the house with the toy windmill." "What?" The 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, and the latest update please enter - to view on New Quirkouth website." "God... " Joyce felt that this matter was simply unimaginable and hard to understand. "Could he know me? Could someone have sent a telegram to him? Could he be 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 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 has magical aspects." Mr. Wayne, Anna's father, sighed and concluded, "In the known 1,000-year history and the less clear Quaternary period, divination has always existed and never disappeared. I think there must be a reason for this." Joyce slightly shook his head and asked: "What did the diviner's name be?" 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 leaving 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 the reason was appropriate, didn't refuse anymore. Klein returned to the meeting room, thinking that there would be more seekers for divination. However, after forty minutes, 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 probably came recommended, they had already determined to consult someone for divination... In conclusion, my reputation is still not enough..." Klein said self-mockingly in game terms. He finished the third addition of the锡伯红茶, 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? 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 in the sunlight of the evening. "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 Earth Goddess, 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 his 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'?"
