Lord of the Mysteries

Plop!

Klein could not help but take a step back. For a moment he was unsure if he was awake or still in his dreams.

The silhouette took off his black top hat and bowed a little as he said with a smile, “Reintroducing myself, Nighthawk, Dunn Smith.”

Nighthawk? One of the codenames of the Church of the Evernight Goddess’ Beyonder teams which ‘Justice’ and ‘The Hanged Man’ mentioned before? Klein suddenly realised something, and exclaimed after making a connection, “You can control dreams? You just made me dream of that?”

Nighthawk Dunn Smith wore his black hat again, concealing his slightly high hairline. With deep gray eyes he said, “No, I only entered your dream and made the necessary guidance.”

His voice was deep and soothing; it reverberated through the dimly lit corridor without disturbing the sweet dreams of others, “In dreams, even though much of your usually suppressed emotions and various dark thoughts in you are amplified—making everything seem chaotic, absurd, and crazy—they are all rooted in reality since reality exists. For veterans like me, everything is crystal clear. Compared to a conscious you, I believe the you in your dreams more.”

This… What normal human being could control his dream? If I had dreamed of something on Earth, wouldn’t Dunn Smith have noticed? Klein was petrified by what had happened in the dream.

Yet he quickly found it bizarre. He remembered being very much sober and rational—knowing what to say and what not to say.

To put it simply, it did not feel like dreaming at all!

So, Dunn Smith only “saw” what I wanted him to see?

Klein’s mind whirled as he gained a glimmer of understanding.

This is a perk that resulted from transmigration? Like having a special body and soul? Or was it the effects of that luck enhancement ritual?

“So, Mr Smith, do you believe that I really lost my memory?” Klein organized his thoughts and asked in reply.

Dunn Smith did not answer him directly. Instead he looked at him keenly.

“You are actually not surprised by the course of events?”

“I’ve met people who wouldn’t believe in the power of the Beyonders, and they would rather believe that they haven’t really woken up.”

Klein tersely acknowledged as he said, “Perhaps, I have always been praying, hoping that there was such power to help me.”

“An interesting train of thought… Perhaps you survived not only because you were lucky.” Dunn nodded expressionlessly. “I can now confirm that you really lost parts of your memories due to the incident, especially those related to it.”

“So can I go back now?” Klein heaved a long sigh of relief in his heart as he probed.

placed a hand in his pocket and walked slowly towards Klein,

come with me to see the expert,” he smiled politely and

then added, “You don’t believe in the

must be joking, if that “expert” specializes in hypnosis or mind-reading and

consequences would be

usually, but I’m still confident for things related to dreams.” Dunn calmly replied, “However, for important key matters, there is no harm in confirming them again. Plus, our specialties lie in different areas. Perhaps, she can

voice turned deeper. “After

“What?” Klein froze.

was not a single trace of that notebook from the Fourth Epoch. Welch is dead, Naya is

Klein went silent for a moment before

now this is

whereabouts

Klein and said, “Lock your door and come with me to Welch’s apartment,

in a silent breath. His heart was thumping

his dreams, Dunn Smith would have definitely heightened his level

He must also have had practice

his mind, and eventually Klein chose to accept the

“Alright.”

how things unfold; maybe, that miraculous power in my dream

Dunn said

suddenly stopped and said, “Mr. Smith, I…

out originally for

keen look and said, “No problem, Klein. Believe me, I am far

dark night… Klein silently repeated

escape and honestly relieved himself.

changed his outfit and closed the door to his apartment. With gentle steps, Klein

setting, Dunn Smith opened his mouth and spoke suddenly, “At the end of the dream, why did you try to escape?

thought of an answer as he said, “I do not remember what I did at Welch’s place, nor do I remember if I was directly involved in Welch’s and Naya’s deaths. I was afraid that if it was really proven to be my

the same if I were you,” Dunn said as he pushed opened the door to the building, letting in the cool midnight breeze to disperse the sweltering

the carriage. It was exactly the one Klein had dreamed of—a four-wheeled carriage drawn by a single horse and the carriage driver. There was also the police emblem

a thick carpet laid out and the place was

sat down, he looked for a topic to probe for

of my memories? And that there is no other evidence which

make sure you are not cursed or have any scent of cacodemons and that there are no

caught on to this point keenly,

happening.” Dunn looked Klein in the eye and said, “Their continuation or end are