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

person under the influence of the poem was

down on

Bang!

a shot rang from the finger gun. Lorotta fell to the left and

had happened, except for

Bang! Bang! Bang!

each lifted their guns and fired steadily. The suited clown dodged adeptly, sometimes to the right and left, sometimes rolling on the ground. It was as if he was an acrobat act

surprisingly charged forward again. Despite being called a sharpshooter, she was still using

Bam!

in time and could only lift his left arm to block

did not hesitate to each take aim and pulled the

this moment, the arm that the suited clown used to block Lorotta’s fist ignited with

an instant, the flame enveloped the suited

Dunn and Aiur fired their revolvers,

were black ashes floating in the sky.

hand and pointed a

Bang!

illusory gunshot, Lorotta suddenly stopped in her tracks. She did not charge forward. Mud was splattering in front of her as

suited clown was no longer delivering an illusion

hard to discern real from fake, reality

Bang! Bang! Bang!

and Aiur repeatedly while hiding

this, Lorotta squinted and lifted the dull gold revolver in

Bang!

top hat was sent flying backward, falling to the ground. The bullet had left a visible scorch mark

with the agility

Hanson took a few steps back and lowered his

bloom upon the

blindfold to its fond

not the beauty it

…

hand to scratch his ears and looked at Aiur with a

have stuffed his ears? The Sequence potion that the Secret Order possesses sure

flashed through him, he suddenly saw a figure appear at the top of a warehouse beside him. Furthermore, it was running straight inside where Ray Bieber

at the

for distracting Captain and the rest while the other person retrieved the diary? Klein instinctively raised his right hand and shot at the figure on the

suddenly squatted, switching from running to rolling on the

Bang!

did not stop pulling the trigger. He saw the figure suddenly pause, blood

looked at him in shock. While bearing the pain, he continued

shot… Klein twitched his lips and pulled the trigger once again. This

Bang! Bang! Bang!

and Borgia also shot but

skills were as compared to his when he suddenly stopped pulling