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.

…

you to give me

…

turned more irritable and chaotic. It was akin to listening to someone upstairs pounding on the floor when he had just fallen

Cogitation to calm the urge. He carefully discerned the blurry scene

had a head of beautiful golden hair. She was standing

the distorted image, Klein barely recognized

ritual incantation he had created could

gave him a huge sense of achievement, going from

Klein’s mood turned for the better. He felt that the pleading voice that echoed in his ears like a buzzing fly was now

thought, he attempted to create a response in his mind,

“I’m aware.”

…

A distorted and blurry figure stood in

where his eyes ought to be swirled with deep redness as his voice resounded repeatedly in the

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

…

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

dreamed of the Fool, the

Audrey, who quickly entered her Spectator state,

not understand why The Fool did not respond on the spot and only did so at night, she

prayed to the Evernight Goddess,

was not a god, he is likely

existence that she had no means of resisting, she quickly threw aside her worries. She began

have to completely digest the Spectator potion… My

have to seek out

try to obtain the Telepathist potion formula from

not know the formulas of other Sequence pathways… A

…

sat at the bronze table’s seat of honor in a rather good

clenched his fist to

the only living being in the world of

am unable to use the powers in here… From the looks of it, my idea of manipulation would not work. Klein kept prodding his mouth as

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

to himself, and through such a manipulative manner, he could go around the limitations, the

a ritual and pray to “himself” for spells. Following that, he could come

understanding and control of the gray fog world has not reached that level… Klein

that represented the Hanged Man begin to pulse. He heard an ethereal and

chanced upon The Hanged

honor of the long bronze table and extended his hand

spread as it touched the pulsing

Hanged Man’s heavy and repeated prayers along with a blurry

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