Lord of the Mysteries

A true medium… Klein repeated this description inwardly, and did not speak again. He followed Dunn Smith down the carriage.

Welch’s place in Tingen was a detached house with a garden. The road outside the hollowed metal gates allowed four carriages to pass through at once. Street lamps lined the sides of the road every fifty meters. They looked different from the ones Klein had seen in his previous life. They were gas lamps and the height of every lamp was about that of an adult male so that it was convenient to light the lamps.

The black metal was closely appressed to the glass, forming a checkered pattern, casting out classical paper lantern-like ‘artworks.’ Coldness and warmth were intertwined while darkness and light coexisted.

Walking along the pathway blanketed by rays from the sunset, Klein and Dunn Smith entered Welch’s rented place through the ajar metal gate.

Facing the main entrance was a cemented road that led straight to a two-floored bungalow. Two carriages could go at once.

There was a garden on the left and a lawn to the right. The pleasantly faint fragrance from the flowers mixed with the cool scent of the fresh grass made one feel happy and relaxed.

As soon as he stepped in, Klein shivered and peered around.

He felt that in the garden, somewhere in the lawn, on the roof, behind the swing, somewhere in a dark corner, pairs of eyes were observing him!

There was clearly no one here; yet, Klein felt as if he was on a crowded street.

This strange contrast—this peculiar feeling—tensed him up. A chill ran up his spine.

“Something’s wrong!” he couldn’t help but exclaim to Dunn.

Dunn’s expression remained unchanged as he walked beside him and replied calmly, “Just ignore them.”

Since the “Nighthawk” had said so, Klein tolerated the chilling feeling of not being able to notice the perpetrator despite being followed, spied, and observed. Step by step, he arrived at the main entrance of the bungalow.

If this goes on any longer, I will go crazy… As Dunn reached out his hand to knock on the door, Klein quickly turned around. Flowers swayed in the wind, without a person in sight.

“Come in, gentlemen.” A seemingly ethereal voice came from inside the house.

Dunn turned the doorknob, pushed the door open and said to a woman on the sofa, “Daly, any results?”

The chandelier in the living room was unlit. A set of two leather couches surrounded a marble coffee table.

On the table was a lit candle, but the light emitted a cobalt blue glow. It covered the half-enclosed living room, dining room, and kitchen in a strange, eerie hue.

On the middle of the sofa sat a lady in a hooded black robe who wore blue eyeshadow and blush. An exposed silver bracelet with a hanging white crystal pendant was worn around her wrist.

At the first sight of her, Klein had an inexplicable feeling. She was dressed just like a real medium…

Was she stereotyping herself?

Daly, the “medium” with uncanny beauty, took a quick glance at Klein with her twinkling emerald eyes. She looked at Dunn Smith and said, “The original spirits have all disappeared, including that of Welch’s and Naya’s. Right now, all these little rascals know nothing at all.”

Spirits? Spirit Medium… All the invisible things that were spying on him previously were spirits? There were so many of them? Klein removed his hat and placed it across his chest, bowing slightly as he said, “Good evening, Madam.”

Dunn Smith sighed. “That’s tricky…”

Klein Moretti. See if you can get anything out

Daly, shifted her gaze onto Klein immediately. She pointed

nodded, took a few steps over, and sat down obediently.

I get through this successfully or have my secrets exposed will all

that he had nothing

sucks… Klein thought

the two-seater sofa opposite of Klein. Daly took out two thumb-sized glass bottles

harshly. That might make you uncomfortable or put you in pain. It might even leave

sounded wrong… Klein gaped as his

and said, “Don’t be weirded out. We are different from the fellows from the Church of the Lord of Storms. Here, the ladies can also verbally tease men. In this regard, you should be able to understand. Your mother was a devout believer of the

I never thought that she would be such a… such a…” Klein gestured, as

the corners of his mouth up and said, “Don’t worry. Actually, Daly seldom does this. She just wants to

sound perverted,” Daly interjected

the little bottles and dripped a few drops onto the bright blue

distilled and extracted to form this aromatic floral essence. I call it ‘Amantha;’ it means tranquility

chatted, the candle flame flickered, evaporating the floral essence

Klein’s nostrils. He no longer felt tensed up. He was instantly calm as if he was gazing into the darkness

poplar trees are sun-dried for seven days and decocted thrice. Then, they are immersed in Lanti Wine. Of course, there would be several

dancing wildly. The luster of Daly’s blue eyeshadow

It is

continuously, Klein felt as if her voice was coming from

blur. He felt like he was shrouded by layers and layers of fog. Even his body was swaying as it phased away

usual. It was dreamy and hazy. Distinct murmurs from the surroundings came through as if hundreds and thousands of people who could not

before, but without the kind of madness that makes your

locked onto a pair of eyes that were crystal clear like emerald. On a blurry “sofa” sat Daly in a black robe. Eccentrically, her gaze concentrated on the tip of Klein’s head. She smiled and

It’s like when I was at that luck enhancement ritual and that gathering… The thought

mind. Look at the ocean—what we know about it is all on the superficial level. But in reality, deep in the ocean, there is a larger unseen portion. Other than islands, there is the entire ocean. There is the boundless sky that symbolizes the spiritual

the islands above, but you also know of the

traces behind. The superficial memories of the islands may be wiped out, but what is left under the sea and the entire ocean will definitely have a corresponding projection

as though Klein’s spirit was fully exposed in the form of an ocean, waiting for him

he ‘churned’ the ocean occasionally. Then, in an airy voice, he replied, “No… I can’t remember… I

his agony at just the right

him once again, but the

end here.

“Leave.”

“Leave…”

lingered and Daly disappeared. The wind and shadows began calming as the

feeling was no longer

opened his eyes, which he had no memory of closing, and noticed that the candle with the bright blue flame was still before him. Dunn Smith was still resting comfortably on

evil madmen, the Psychology

think it’s pretty accurate. At least, it corresponds with some of

said, “This tricky fellow

heaved a huge sigh of relief. Pretentiously, he asked, “Oh, it’s over? What happened? It