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.

and walked slowly towards

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

blurted out, then added, “You don’t

that “expert” specializes in hypnosis or mind-reading and stuff, then wouldn’t my

would be beyond

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 help you recover some

“After all you’re connected to the whereabouts

“What?” Klein froze.

him, locking his gray eyes on Klein’s eyes and said, “At the scene of the suicide, there was not a single

went silent for a moment

notebook… now this

I not think about the whereabouts

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

took in a silent breath. His heart was thumping wildly as he felt

to run. However, he believed that with what had happened in his dreams, Dunn Smith would have definitely heightened his level of guard. And with the difference in strength between a normal human

revolver with him too… He must also have

and

“Alright.”

only take one step at a time and see how things unfold; maybe, that

let’s go,” Dunn said in an indifferent

taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and said, “Mr. Smith, I… I would like to use the

came out originally for

a keen look and said, “No problem, Klein. Believe me, I am far more powerful than you can imagine in the

night… Klein silently

and honestly relieved himself. He then washed his face with cold water,

to his apartment. With gentle steps,

and spoke suddenly, “At the end of the dream, why did you try to escape? What were you afraid

remember if I was directly involved in Welch’s and Naya’s deaths. I was afraid that if

pushed opened the door to the building, letting in the cool midnight breeze to disperse the sweltering

got on the carriage. It was exactly the one Klein had dreamed of—a four-wheeled carriage drawn by a single horse and the carriage

the carriage. Inside, there was a thick carpet laid out and the

looked for a

of my memories? And that there is no

course, before that, we will have to make sure you are not cursed or have any scent of cacodemons and that there are no related psychological problems lingering. We must ensure that you can embrace the rest of your life peacefully and healthily.” Dunn Smith had a smile on his face, a

on to this point keenly, and promptly

only in theory. In this field of work, there are always twisted, unorthodox, and inexplicable things happening.” Dunn looked Klein in the eye and said, “Their continuation or end are not what we