Chapter 56 The Great Escape at Sea

In the rather spacious living room, Anna and Joyce, who had ended their embrace, sat on separate sofas, separated by the woman's parents.

Joyce sighed contentedly:

"Steam is on, how lucky I am to come back alive and see Anna again."

"My poor Joyce, what happened to you?" Anna couldn't bear it any longer and inquired with concern.

Joyce glanced at his fiancee and his expression became heavy:

"I still feel scared to this day, and I always wake up from my dreams again and again. Five days after the Clover left Port Caesar, we encountered pirates, terrible pirates. The only good thing is that their leader is called Nast. "

"The big pirate who calls himself the 'King of the Five Seas'?" Mr. Wayne, Anna's father, asked in astonishment.

Although Joyce had come to visit half an hour ago, he never mentioned his experience in detail, and he appeared to be timid, apprehensive, and uneasy. It was not until Anna came back and gave him a hug that he seemed to have really gotten out of the disaster.

"Yes, the 'King of the Five Seas' Nast claims to be a descendant of the Solomon Empire and scrupulously abides by the virtue of not killing captives. Because of this, we have only been looted and our lives have not been lost. His subordinates even Leave us enough food." Joyce recalled what happened during this time.

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

"I lost not a lot of property. I thought the bad luck was over, but during the subsequent voyage, the passengers and crew of the Clover had a fierce infighting, from disputes, to fights, to pulling out the revolver, Lifting straight swords and killing each other... In those days, my eyes were full of blood, and the people around me fell one by one, with eyes that would never close, splashing my limbs, heart and intestines all over the floor All."

"We who don't want to be beasts, that is, the rational part, have no place to hide, no way to escape, surrounded by dark blue waves, an ocean that can't see the edge... Some people cry, some beg for mercy, some sell their bodies, but they His head was still hanging from the mast."

"Anna, I was full of despair and thought I would never see you again. Fortunately, in such a nightmare, there are still heroes, Mr. Captain led us to hide in the solid lower layer, relying on the water and food prepared in advance. , pushed to the limit of those crazy guys, and Mr. Trice inspired us to lead the way bravely, leading us to attack the group of murderers..."

"After a bloody battle I will never forget, we survived, but the Clover veered off course, and the sailors were only a third of their original size."

...

When telling the most terrifying and darkest side of the human heart, Joyce couldn't help recalling the "hero", the hero who called himself Tris, who had a round, kind face, a shy personality, like a girl, who always liked Staying in the corner, only those who know him very well can understand how talkative he is.

But it was such an inconspicuous boy who stood firmly in front of everyone at the worst and most desperate times.

"Oh, the steam is on, my poor Joyce, what a distressing encounter you have had, thank God, worship God, He let us not have to be separated." Tears were rolling in Anna's eyes, constantly on her chest Click on the triangular Steam and Mechanical Sacred Emblem.

Joyce showed a slightly pale smile:

"This is the return of our piety. Afterwards, the Clover has experienced storms, gone through strays, and passed through test after test, and finally arrived at the port of Enmat."

"Because there was such a serious bloody case on the ship, we survivors were controlled by the police and interrogated separately, and we didn't have the opportunity to send a telegram to inform the situation at home. When everything was over, that is, this morning, I immediately asked a friend to borrow money, Return by steam train,

Thank God for setting me back on the land of Tingen and seeing you again. "

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

"Anna, when you saw me, I could feel your joy and surprise, but what I couldn't understand was why you rushed to the door so excited after you got off the carriage, hehe, I was planning to give you a huge surprise of."

Ana recalled what happened before, and still couldn't believe it:

"There's nothing to hide, Joyce, because I was worried about you, I went to the only fortune-telling club in Tingen today, and the fortune-teller, no, the fortune-teller told me, he said, your fiancé has returned Now, right in the house with the toy windmill."

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

Anna covered her face, shook her head and said:

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

"Joyce, the fortune teller asked for your name, characteristics, address, and date of birth. He said that he was doing astrological divination, and then he asked me if the toy windmill was mine or yours, and waited for my confirmation. , he said, congratulations, Miss Anna, your fiancé has returned, right at your home, don't ask him what happened, give him hugs and comfort."

"God..." Joyce only found this matter unimaginable and incomprehensible, "Does he know me? Did someone send him a telegram? Does he know the police in Port Enmatt well? No, this Still can't explain, how did he know that I came to your house? How could he be sure that you were going to divination? Did you make an appointment in advance?"

"No, I chose it temporarily." Anna replied blankly.

"Maybe a good fortune-teller needs to have a wealth of information, even if it is not used for a short time, maybe there is a magical place for fortune-telling." Anna's father Mr. Wayne sighed and concluded, "The known history of more than a thousand years In China, and in the less clear Quaternary Epoch, divination has always existed and never disappeared, and I think there must be a reason."

Joyce shook his head slightly, then asked:

"What's the name of the fortune teller?"

Anna thought for a while and said:

"Klein Moretti."

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In the reception hall of the divination club.

Because Klein controlled the volume, Angelica didn't get closer, so she only saw Anna leave as if she had lost her soul, and only saw the other person's expression showing shock and confusion.

Angelica walked to the sofa with small steps and asked curiously:

"A good result?"

She didn't dare to ask what the specific result was, for fear of violating the potential rules of the fortune tellers.

"Yeah." Klein nodded and took out three copper coins from his trouser pocket, "One eighth of a soli is one and one-half pence?"

"Yes." Angelica glanced at the copper coins and found that one was a penny and two were half a penny, and she quickly returned it, "Half a penny more."

Klein smiled and said:

"Thank you for taking care of my guests. She tipped me, and I should have tipped you."

This is also a thank you for your recommendation... He added silently in his heart.

"Okay." Angelica was inexplicably afraid of Klein. Seeing that the reason was right, she didn't refuse.

Klein returned to the conference room, thinking that there would be more Seekers in the future.

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

This is not to say that the fortune-telling club is not doing well, but that the vast majority of people have clear goals and designate their own fortune-tellers.

"They should have been recommended by someone, and they've already decided who to call for divination... All in all, I still don't have enough reputation..." Klein laughed at himself in game terms.

He drank the Xibo black tea that was added for the third time, put on a half-top hat, carried a silver cane, and walked out of the conference room slowly.

Angelica thought of Glacis's advice and hurriedly greeted her:

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

"I'll come over whenever I'm free. If fate allows us to meet, then he will definitely meet me." Klein replied in the tone of a magician, feeling like he was in the play.

Then, regardless of Angelica's reaction, he stepped out of the divination club and took the stagecoach back home.

Entering the gate, Klein saw Benson reading a newspaper, while Melissa was piecing together things from scraps of gears, bearings, and clockwork in the evening sunlight.

"Good afternoon, is Mrs. Shod coming to visit?" Klein asked in a relaxed tone.

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

"Mrs. Shod came to sit for a quarter of an hour, brought some gifts, was very pleased with the muffins and lemon cakes we had prepared, and invited us to have the opportunity to visit her house, she was a kind, polite lady, very Know how to chat."

"The only problem is that their family believes in the Lord of the Storm and believes that girls shouldn't go to school and can only receive home education." Melissa muttered softly.

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 Loen Kingdom is a multi-faith country. Unlike the Feysac Empire in the north, which only obeys the God of War, it is not like the Fenepot Kingdom in the south that only honors the Mother Earth, the Lord of Storms, the Goddess of Evernight, and the God of Steam and Machinery. The members of the three major churches will inevitably have some conflicts of views and habits, but after thousands of years of running-in, they are relatively restrained from each other, and there is no situation where they cannot coexist.

"Yeah." Melissa pursed her lips and turned her gaze back to the pile of parts.

After dinner, Klein was still reviewing his historical knowledge. After Melissa and Benson each took a shower and returned to their room, he cleaned himself up, entered the bedroom, and locked the door.

He needs to sort out and summarize the learning and problems during this period, so as not to forget or ignore the key points. Only in this way can he deal with the follow-up development with clearer ideas.

Klein spread out his notebook, grabbed a pen, and wrote word by word in Chinese:

"Why is the key to potion digestion 'playing'?"