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

…

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

the urge. He carefully discerned the blurry scene that

had a head of beautiful golden hair. She was standing

barely recognized her to be

he confirmed that the ritual incantation he had created could precisely

sense of achievement, going from nothing

won’t praise myself for being awesome… Klein’s mood turned for the better. He felt that the pleading voice that echoed in his ears

a thought, he attempted to create a response in his mind, transferring it through the intricate connection to the dark red

“I’m aware.”

…

distorted and blurry figure

to be swirled with deep redness

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

…

wrapped around her as

well that she had dreamed of the Fool, the mysterious being that lived

Audrey, who quickly entered

the spot and only did so

past, she had prayed to the Evernight Goddess, but had

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

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

to completely digest the Spectator potion… My acting

have to seek out

should try to obtain the Telepathist potion formula from

belongs to them. They might not know the formulas of other Sequence pathways… A new Beyonder organization like the Psychology Alchemists might not be able to garner

…

the bronze table’s seat of honor in a

and clenched his fist to cover his mouth. He

that moment, he was the only living being in the world of the gray fog. Apart from that,

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

the same manner if

go around the limitations, the mysteries, and the danger, allowing him to fully use the gray

could first conduct a ritual and pray to “himself” for spells. Following that,

too idealistic… My understanding and control of the gray fog world has not reached that level… Klein shook his head in a self-deprecating manner and

dark red star that represented the Hanged Man begin to pulse. He heard

upon The Hanged Man’s

seat of honor of the long bronze table and extended his hand to tap on

as it touched the

heard The Hanged Man’s heavy and repeated prayers along with

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