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

shifted her gaze onto Klein immediately. She pointed at a

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

or have my secrets exposed will all depend on

the most helpless was that he had nothing to rely on. He could only place his hopes on

sucks… Klein thought

Daly

After all, you are not an enemy, I can’t treat you harshly. That might make you uncomfortable or put you in pain. It might even leave some serious after-effects on you. I will give you some fragrances, making

wrong… Klein gaped as his

of the Lord of Storms. Here, the ladies can also verbally tease men. In this regard, you

such a… such a…” Klein gestured, as he

said, “Don’t worry. Actually, Daly seldom does this. She just wants to use these

me sound perverted,” Daly interjected with a

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

essence. I call it ‘Amantha;’ it means tranquility in the Hermes language. It smells

candle flame flickered, evaporating the floral essence and filling the room with

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

trees are sun-dried for seven days and decocted thrice. Then, they are immersed in Lanti Wine. Of

Klein noticed that the candle flame was dancing wildly. The luster of Daly’s blue eyeshadow and blush shone oddly, to

is a great helping hand for mediumship. It is also a floral essence that is

as if her voice was coming from all

looked around and realized that everything was swaying and in a blur. He felt like he was shrouded by layers and layers of fog. Even his body was

were bluer, and the blacks were blacker—appearing more defined than usual. It was dreamy and hazy. Distinct murmurs from the surroundings came through as if hundreds and

the kind of madness that makes your head feel like exploding…” Klein

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 in

I was at that luck enhancement ritual and

But in reality, deep in the ocean, there is a larger unseen portion. Other than islands, there is the entire

of the islands above, but you also know of the

that exists leaves some 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 left in

bewitching Klein. The vague surrounding winds and shadows took on similar forms. It as though Klein’s

Then, in an airy voice, he replied,

his agony at

him once again, but

shall end here.

“Leave.”

“Leave…”

as the ethereal smell and subtle scent of the aromatic

colors returned to their normal state and the fuzzy feeling was no longer around. Klein’s body

closing, and noticed that the candle with the bright blue flame was still before him. Dunn Smith was

theory that belongs to that bunch of evil madmen, the Psychology Alchemists?” Dunn furrowed his eyebrows and stared

little bottles, she replied calmly, “I think it’s pretty accurate. At least, it corresponds with

shrugged and said, “This tricky fellow did not leave a single

hearing this, Klein heaved a huge sigh of relief. Pretentiously, he asked, “Oh,