Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 67

The crimson moon high in the sky hung silently in the darkness. It illuminated Tingen City, the city of universities, as it gradually fell silent.

Klein stood in front of his desk and looked through his oriel windows to see the empty Daffodil Street. He heard the sound of carriages quickly galloping far away without causing a din.

He picked up his vine-leaf patterned silver pocket watch and snapped it open. He took a glance at it and drew the curtains, making the yellowish lights of the gas lamp reflect back into the bedroom.

Klein turned around at an adequate speed, locked his room, and switched off the gas valve.

The room was immediately covered in darkness. Only a sliver of red moonlight penetrated the curtains. It gave rise to an atmosphere perfect for many late-night folk tales.

Klein took out the silver knife he had applied for. He imagined the spherical light and entered a half-Cogitation state.

He focused his mind according to his previous practice, allowing his spirituality to spew out from the tip of his blade. Then, he allowed their motion to miraculously fuse with his surroundings, sealing off the room.

He was doing it to prevent any abnormal stirrings that could wake Benson and Melissa.

Following that, Klein put down the knife and walked four steps in a counterclockwise manner. Every step was accompanied by the incantation from Earth.

The unchanging roars and murmurs inundated him. With the same mania and pain inflicted on him, he did his best to control himself and withstood the most grueling and dangerous stage in his half-conscious state.

The grayish-white fog was endless. The dark red stars were at varying distances from him. The towering divine palace stood erect like a dead giant. Nothing seemed to have changed. The silence and antiquity that had accumulated over thousands of years swarmed him.

No, there is a change! Klein silently muttered to himself. His gaze locked onto a dark red star near him.

That was the star symbolizing Justice!

The star’s deep redness began to pulse. It did so with average amplitude, but did not stop.

Klein carefully spread out his spirituality towards the deep redness.

The moment the two made contact, he felt a hum in his head. He saw a blurry and distorted scene and heard the illusory but stacked voice of prayers.

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era;

“You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

“You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck;

“I pray for your help.

“I pray for your loving grace.

“I pray for you to give me a good dream.

…

“I pray for you to give me a good dream.

…

pray for you to give me a good

…

fashion. Klein’s psyche turned more irritable and chaotic. It was akin to listening to

calm the urge. He carefully discerned the blurry scene that appeared

beautiful golden hair. She was standing before four flickering flames, her head lowered as she kept

distorted image, Klein barely recognized

had created could precisely point towards

of

that the pleading voice that echoed in his ears like a buzzing fly

thought, he attempted to create a response in his mind, transferring it through the

“I’m aware.”

…

A distorted and blurry figure stood in the deepest

with deep redness as his voice resounded repeatedly in the vast

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

…

Hall was jolted awake suddenly. She sat up with her blanket wrapped around her as her mind was fully occupied

the Fool, the mysterious being

this a response to my morning prayers?” Audrey, who quickly entered her Spectator state,

on the spot and only did so at night, she was still shocked that the ritualistic

the Evernight Goddess, but

was not a god, he is likely not far from being one… Audrey slowly

had no means of resisting, she quickly

have to completely digest the Spectator potion… My acting is still

seek out the

obtain the Telepathist potion formula from Mr. Fool or clues regarding the Psychology

might not know the formulas of other Sequence pathways… A new Beyonder organization

…

at the bronze table’s seat

and clenched

was the only living being in the world of the gray

looks

the gray fog in the same manner if the incantation and ritual proved effective. As such, he could then leverage all the

himself, and through such a manipulative manner, he could go around the limitations, the mysteries, and the danger, allowing

pray to “himself” for spells. Following that, he could come above the gray fog and answer his own request and bestow

fog world has not reached that level…

represented the Hanged Man begin to pulse. He heard an

chanced upon The Hanged Man’s ritual?” Klein nodded in

of the long bronze table

spread as it touched the pulsing deep

heavy and repeated prayers

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