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…”

Moretti. See if you can

pointed at a single armchair

few steps over, and sat down obediently. His

this successfully or have my secrets exposed

that made him feel the most helpless was that he had

sucks… Klein thought

Klein. Daly took out two thumb-sized glass

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

sounded wrong… Klein gaped as his eyes

Storms. Here, the ladies can also verbally

such a…” Klein gestured, as he could not find the right words. He almost blurted out the direct

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

make me sound perverted,” Daly interjected with

dripped a few drops

and chamomile, all distilled and extracted to form this aromatic floral essence. I call

chatted, the candle flame flickered, evaporating the floral essence and filling

felt tensed up.

and leaves of drago and poplar trees are sun-dried for seven days and decocted thrice. Then, they are immersed in Lanti Wine. Of course, there would be several incantations while we’re at it…” As Daly described

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

for mediumship. It is also a floral essence that is

if her

a blur. He felt like he was shrouded by layers and layers of fog. Even his body

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

to the luck enhancement ritual I did before, but without the kind of madness that makes your head feel like

a blurry “sofa” sat Daly in a black robe. Eccentrically, her gaze concentrated on the tip of Klein’s head. She smiled and in

thoughts… It’s like when I was at that luck enhancement ritual and that gathering… The thought crossed Klein’s mind as he intentionally

the mind. Look at the ocean—what we know about it is all on the superficial level. But in reality, deep

you know of the islands above, but you also know of the things hidden

wiped out, but what is left under the sea

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

an airy voice, he replied, “No… I

at just the

to guide him once again, but

We shall end

“Leave.”

“Leave…”

shadows began calming as the ethereal smell and subtle scent of the

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

bright blue flame was still before him. Dunn

that bunch of evil madmen, the Psychology Alchemists?” Dunn furrowed

Daly put away the two little bottles, she replied calmly, “I think it’s pretty accurate. At least, it corresponds with some of

said, “This tricky fellow did

of relief. Pretentiously, he asked, “Oh, it’s over? What happened? It felt like I just