Lord of the Mysteries

Under the illumination of the afternoon sun, Klein in his dust-coated clothes quickly twisted his revolver’s barrel to remove his self-imposed safety. He went into a shooting stance, allowing the light to reflect from the bronze body of the revolver.

He held the revolver with one hand, and moved his other arm, cautiously paying attention to anything that could happen around him.

At the same time, he was a little worried for Captain Dunn and Mr. Aiur Harson. After all, both were Nightmare Beyonders who specialized in influencing the enemy from the shadows. He did not know if they were adept at direct combat.

Just as Klein was having these considerations, Aiur Harson slowed down, his expression becoming serene and peaceful.

He opened his mouth and recited a peaceful poem, one that seemed to place a person into the night.

“When once the sun sinks in the west,

“And dewdrops pearl the evening’s breast;

“Almost as pale as moonbeams are,

“Or its companionable star,

“The evening primrose opens anew

“Its delicate blossoms to the dew;

“And, hermit-like, shunning the light 1 ”

…

The recital reverberated around them. Klein nearly lost his tense feelings and completely relaxed.

He was lucky that he had experienced something similar before and was not facing Aiur Harson. Thus, he quickly collected himself and entered a half-cogitative state to combat the influence of the poem.

Phew… He let out a sigh of relief. He no longer had any doubts about Dunn’s and Aiur’s direct combat abilities.

As he had only advanced recently and still did not have a deep understanding of Sequence potions, Klein had forgotten that the Sequence 7 Nightmare was the advancement of Sequence 8 Midnight Poet. They could keep whatever abilities they had before and, in fact, enjoy a small increase in their abilities.

The impression Klein had of Midnight Poets all came from Leonard Mitchell. He knew that this “job” inherited the unique traits of a Sleepless. They were good at combat, shooting, climbing, and sensing. They were also adept in influencing the living creatures around them through the use of various poems. In simpler terms, they were violent poets.

While Aiur was reciting his poem, the large wooden crates stacked up around them seemed to suddenly ripple like water. A man wearing a black tuxedo and halved top hat appeared.

But this man’s face was painted in three pastel colors—red, yellow, and white. The sides of his lips were arched high like a clown, forming a ridiculous contrast with his formal wear that was suitable for joining an evening banquet.

Thud! Thud! Thud! The black-haired Lorotta who had been introduced as a sharpshooter charged forward quickly. She had a gun in one hand and had clenched the other into a fist. She made it within inches of the suited clown in a few steps.

The suited clown seemed to be affected by Aiur Harson’s poem. His body was swaying, and he had a peaceful expression in his eyes. He did not have any desire to retaliate.

Lorotta tilted her body with a boxing maneuver as she pulled back her fist, then punched toward the suited clown’s face.

Bang!

The air crackled as the suited clown shattered suddenly like a mirror, pieces quickly evaporating and vanishing into thin air.

this moment, the suited clown quickly appeared once again in the shadows of the wooden crates a few steps away. The suited clown’s figure outline quickly

poem was only an illusion! It

had a comical look as he pressed down on his halved top

Bang!

rang from the finger gun. Lorotta fell to

except for the fake

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Aiur each lifted their guns and fired steadily. The suited clown dodged adeptly, sometimes to the right and left, sometimes rolling on the ground. It

Despite being called a sharpshooter,

Bam!

the attack in time and could only

the clown stop, Dunn and Aiur did not hesitate to each take aim and

the suited clown used to block Lorotta’s fist ignited with an orange-yellow

an instant, the flame enveloped the

Dunn and Aiur fired their

burned rapidly and soon, all that was left were black ashes floating in the sky. But the suited clown once again appeared behind the stack of wooden crates

hand and pointed a

Bang!

in her tracks. She did not charge forward. Mud was splattering in front of her as

clown was no longer delivering an

hard to discern real from fake,

Bang! Bang! Bang!

repeatedly while hiding away and appearing at

Lorotta squinted and lifted the dull gold revolver in her left

Bang!

clown suddenly squatted down, avoiding the fatal shot. His halved top hat was sent flying

with the agility of a monkey. He shot air bullets out of his finger

steps back and lowered his gun. He began his

bloom upon

blindfold to its

not the beauty

…

suited clown jumped repeatedly between the crates. He suddenly raised his hand to scratch his ears and looked

he have stuffed his ears? The Sequence potion that the Secret Order possesses sure is weird… Klein observed the fight from far away as he made silent

saw a figure appear at the top of a warehouse

which workers at the

for distracting Captain and the rest while the other person retrieved the diary?

taken aim when the figure suddenly squatted,

Bang!

He saw the figure suddenly pause, blood blooming

him in shock. While bearing the pain, he

shot… Klein twitched his lips and pulled the trigger once again. This time, the bullet hit the wooden roof beside the

Bang! Bang! Bang!

and Borgia also shot but

terrible their shooting skills were as