Three Men and One Woman, All Single

I am the protagonist, and my ability is to predict dreams. You can call me Dream Girl. This is my employer, a clergyman with the authority to judge. He comes from the main city of the imperial capital. He is generous and extremely wealthy. According to me, "Holy Light is very powerful." I will call him Brother Guang for the time being. Brother Guang was investigating something, and I happened to have a dream a few days ago, so I volunteered to work with him to earn some extra money. But I soon realized that my abilities are limited - I, Brother Guang, are all very limited - and if I continue to be so reckless, my life will be at risk. To be on the safe side, it is better to hire foreign aid. I persuaded Brother Guang to invite the strongest fortune teller in the area: a descendant of Cassandra. The signboard is very famous, the fortune telling is ridiculously accurate, and the fees are also ridiculously high. Fortunately, Brother Guang didn't care. He took one look at the fortune teller's face and said the money was well spent. I actually know the fortune teller, I have known him for a long time, and I get a commission for any big business he recommends. Of course, I'm not a scammer, my divination is still accurate, and I can calculate anything if I give you enough information, including exorcising evil spirits, avoiding disasters, and predicting my future husband. The only drawback is that he is mute. As for divination, you know that unless it is a simple choice between two options, the results are usually very obscure. You need to rely on conversation and inference to make a choice in order to see through the fog and see the future. But the mute cannot take his hands off the crystal ball during the divination. So he has a unique skill of writing with his feet. I know it's funny, but don't laugh yet. Seriously, don't laugh, he can figure out the day and month of your death. Team of three, let's go! The first night, exploring the underground labyrinth! The group is destroyed. At the critical moment, a figure as agile as black clouds and lightning rescued us and led us to evacuate quickly. Returning to the ground from a certain sewer opening, I recognized that this was the library in the south square of the town, and the person who rescued us was the librarian with the highest authority in the library. "Come in." He said coldly and took the three of us to his dormitory room with a fireplace. He is so handsome, so reliable, so warm, and so secure! I fell in love with him at first sight. After the incident was resolved, I used all my life's knowledge to write him a love letter: the literary talent was average, but the content was bold and explicit, hoping to impress him; if not, hoping to seduce him. Unexpectedly, he came to me the next day with a confession letter and asked me what I wrote in it. "I can't read," he said. "Is it necessary to be literate to be a librarian?" He asked. "Come on, read it to me," he urged. Concept: No one is perfect and everyone has shortcomings