Anna, with her striking eyes, hesitated for several seconds before saying: "You may choose any method you find most effective. You are a seer, and I am not. Of course, besides cards, I have also studied tarot and other forms at home—I still feel they are more like toys, more like games." Caine reached out, adjusted the order, and took in the information on the paper: "Joyce Mayer, 2:00 p.m. on September 15, 1323, 8 Stephen Street, East District of Tingen, golden short hair, a nose resembling an eagle's beak..." Simply glancing at it, Caine instantly calculated the birthday numerology: "1 plus 5 equals 6." In the mystical field of numerology, the single-digit sum of a person's birth date is known as the birthday numerology, influencing one's life up to age 27; the birth month numerology—the single-digit sum of the birth month—affects life between ages 27 and 54; and the birth year numerology—the single-digit sum of the birth year—shapes life after age 54. Today is July 1349, and Joyce has not yet reached age 27, so Caine immediately calculated the birthday numerology. The number 6 signifies balance, harmony, and often a life marked by genuine affection, a reasonably good marriage or engaged relationship. Next, he calculated the flow-year spiritual number for the other person. The flow-year spiritual number is obtained by replacing the birth year with the year of the current year, then adding it to the birthday and birth-month spiritual numbers, thus revealing the general fortune for the year. "1+3+4+9=17, 1+7=8; 8 plus the birth-month spiritual number 9 plus the birthday spiritual number 6 equals 23; 2+3=5. A flow-year spiritual number of 5 indicates changes and unexpected events—some degree of adventure will be required..." Klein, based on the circumstances, silently assessed the situation and concluded that the information provided by Anna was accurate. He lifted his gaze from the paper and looked at Anna. "Mr. Mayer departed on June 3rd?" "If he hasn't been lying, then that's correct," Anna said, lightly biting her lip. "Very well," Klein picked up his pen and casually jotted down the note. He looked at Anna with steady brown eyes and spoke gently: "I'll begin drawing the corresponding astrological chart. It will take some time and absolute quiet. Would you mind stepping out to wait a while? Angela will bring you a cup of coffee or tea." "Of course," Anna replied. Knowing that some diviners had peculiar habits, she rose smoothly, took up the lace hat adorned with a pale blue ribbon, and left the yellow crystal room. Klein locked the door and returned to his desk, drawing out the chart based on the date, month, day, and time, including the constellations, planets, and houses (the divisions of the sky). Throughout this process, he barely consulted his "Astrology Handbook"—he completed everything entirely from memory—something he had discovered during his recent mystical studies: once he learned any content related to divination, he could master it effortlessly and make it his instinct. This might be what a seer truly is... After completing the astrological chart, he felt a natural sense of fulfillment, as though his body, mind, and spirit had all lightened. Gazing at the chart, he assessed Joyce Meyer's fate based on the constellations, the houses where the planets fell, and other symbolic indicators—judging that she would face difficulties, yet ultimately overcome them. By this point, the act of divination was essentially complete. Yet, since Klein held great importance to his first "business" engagement, aiming to build a solid reputation that would support future performances, he picked up his pen again and firmly inscribed a line of Hermetic language on the paper written by Anna: "Joyce Meyer's current condition." He silently repeated this phrase, mentally reviewing the birth date, month, and year noted on the paper, over and over again. After seven repetitions, Klein grasped the paper tightly and leaned back against the chair's backrest. In his mind, he visualized a sphere of light, his eyes darkening, and his entire being swiftly entering a meditative state. The surroundings instantly became ethereal, as if invisible entities and translucent gray mist were stretching endlessly upward, boundless and infinite. Cain reviewed all the content on the paper once more, then allowed himself to sink into deep sleep in this state. He was employing the "Dream Divination Method!" By repeatedly asking the questions, firmly remembering them, and then letting his celestial spirit body wander freely through the realm of spirits in his dreams, he would gain insights! For ordinary people, such experiences occasionally occur, though the "symbols" appearing in dreams are often complex and hazy, and difficult to recall. Diviners, however, do not face this issue—they can clearly visualize certain scenes. Everything began to blur, and Cain was half-aware, half-dreaming. In this distorted, fantastical world, he saw a young man with golden hair and a hooked nose, frantically swimming through a sea of blood, several times nearly being swallowed whole, yet ultimately escaping safely to the shore. The scene shatters and shifts. Klein sees a gray-blue house with a toy windmill at its entrance. The young man with a hooked nose and golden hair steps in slowly, his expression joyful. At that moment, the scene changes again. Klein finds himself inside a grand palace. The walls are collapsed, worn down, with moss and wild grass growing in some areas. Through the broken openings, the mountain peaks and clouds nearly touching the palace can be seen. At the highest point of the palace, there is a massive stone throne, embedded with dull gems and gold—seeming designed not for humans. The throne is empty, its surface worn and斑驳, as though it has endured centuries of time. Klein looks around in confusion, unsure why he is dreaming of such a scene. His sense of disorientation begins to fade. He instinctively walks toward the palace's outer edges, seeking to determine what place he now stands in. Suddenly, he feels a gaze—coming from behind! Klein spun around sharply, gazing at the massive stone chair. There, it seemed as though countless transparent maggots had clumped together, moving slowly, growing freely. Gasps! He blinked open his eyes, emerging from the dream. The crystal ball, the tarot cards, the sheets of paper with astrological charts came into focus—reality swiftly overtook the dream. "The initial dream was the result of divination. What about the rest? It seems tailored specifically to me." Klein set down the papers, rubbed his temples, and furrowed his brow in thought. He was certain this wasn't merely his inner fears manifesting through the dream, since he himself had been conducting the divination. "A palace of non-human origin atop a mountain—its silent, watchful gaze—those strange, writhing maggot-like images..." Klein recalled, silently pondering. "Was it the one who communicated through the 'turning-of-fortune ritual'? Or was it the Antigonous family's family chronicles? Ah—yes—the chronicles mentioned the Night Kingdom of the Hōnachis Mountains!" "The palace I saw in my dream is right on top of the mountain!" He offered a brief interpretation, feeling grateful for having chosen the role of "seer." According to old Neil's account, "visionary" seers could also perform "dream divination," though clearly not as adept as himself. He sighed—how persistent these ghosts seemed! He only hoped to catch up with Rael Biber soon. Caine composed himself, took a sheet of paper bearing a star chart, and walked steadily toward the door. He opened the door and entered the reception hall, where Anna was gazing out the window, completely ignoring the tea before her. "Ah, Mr. Moretti, have you come to your divination results yet?" Spotting Caine with a glance, Anna hurried to rise. Caine didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked, based on the visions he had received in his dream, "Is there a toy windmill at your home, or at Mr. Mayer's doorstep?" Anna's eyes widened instantly, and she remained speechless for a long moment. After a while, she murmured, "That was a gift he gave me, placed right at my doorstep. How could you possibly know that...?" Could something so ordinary be divined? Klein smiled warmly and said, "Congratulations, Miss Anna. Mr. Joyce Mayer is currently visiting your home. If you go back immediately, you should still be able to meet him. He has endured a disaster—an unimaginable ordeal—requiring not questions, but comfort, not just words, but a warm embrace." "Really?" Anna asked, hardly believing it. She had always known that diviners never spoke with such certainty, never offered such definite conclusions. "You'll find out as soon as you return," Klein said gently. "Oh, Lord of Steam! Is this true? Has my dear Joyce come back? Are you absolutely certain? No—I simply cannot believe it..." Anna paused, nearly at a loss for words. She pulled out a one-souler bill from her handbag and, without waiting for Klein to make change, took small, almost running steps, leaving the Club of Divination in a hurry and boarding a carriage to rush home. "Does that include the tip?" Klein shook his head, chuckling. …… The two carriages glided smoothly through the streets and entered the eastern district. Anna gazed out the window at the swiftly receding streets, filled with a mixture of nervousness, anticipation, and apprehension. Not long after, the toy windmill came into view. When she stepped off the carriage, she paid no attention to her posture and nearly stumbled, rushing to the door and ringing the bell. The door creaked open, and Anna saw a young man in a black suit with golden hair, pale-faced but with a bright expression and a nose resembling an eagle's beak. "I thought I'd miss you today," Joyce said with a smile. "Good heavens!" Anna exclaimed, rubbing her eyes, her voice filled with both astonishment and joy. "You're really here!" The seer was right! No, he was truly a seer! It was absolutely magical! Thoughts surged and swelled within her, and Anna held back her tears, rushing forward to give her fiancé a warm embrace. Outside the gray-blue house, they stood quietly together, the toy windmill turning slowly, as if all the hardships had finally faded away.