Lord of the Mysteries

Bang!

The silver bullet traversed the short distance of a few meters and accurately bore into the suited clown’s neck. Large amounts of blood spewed out, dyeing his skin and bow tie red.

The suited clown was unable to let out a cry as his throat seemed to produce sounds of him gasping for breath. He wished to raise his arm to divert the fatal wound, but his joints appeared to be filled with glue. His motions were slow and jerky.

Bang!

Having entered a half-Cogitation state, Klein was not stunned by the appearance of blood. He pulled the trigger once again calmly, as though it was his usual daily practice.

A grisly hole appeared on the suited clown’s forehead as crimson red spewed out. The luster in his eyes dimmed as the intricate revolver’s might was far higher than what Klein had imagined to be.

As his knees buckled and his arms hung down, the suited clown gradually fell to the ground. His eyes were frozen with a dazed look.

His body convulsed a few times before it slowly relaxed and stopped moving.

Having delivered a headshot, Klein turned around in a cool manner. He spun his revolver and allowed the empty shells to fall down.

Then, dressed in his black formal suit and halved top hat, he walked towards Aiur Harson. He pulled out the final silver demon hunting bullet in his pocket and inserted it into the revolver’s chamber.

The reason why he did not turn back to look at the suited clown’s tragic fate was solely because of his discomfort with his first kill. However, it was necessary. He did not know what would happen if the suited clown was under the full control of the puppet.

Furthermore, he did not dare risk entering Sealed Artifact 2-049’s effective range. After all, no one knew if something odd would happen that prevented his self-rescuing luck enhancement ritual to fail.

As for the items on the suited clown, Klein only cared if there was the so-called Clown potion formula or the relevant clues. However, this was not something he was in a hurry to carry out. In a while, he could do it together with Dunn, Aiur, and company. If the Nighthawks had it, it also practically meant that he had it. There was no way that they would be unwilling to share the potion formula of Sequence 8. At most, he would be required to accumulate his contributions over time. After all, he had only become a Seer recently; it would still be a long time until he fully digested it.

As his thoughts churned, Klein quickly walked next to Aiur Harson. The gentleman in his gray windbreaker struggled to sit up but failed at every try. He was covered in dust and mud from the fall.

“Mr. Harson, what do you need me to do?” he asked, squatting down. He pointed the revolver in his hand at the ground in case of a misfire.

Aiur gasped for air and sighed.

“The monster was too strong; if not for its weakness…”

Then, he pointed at a sky-blue metal bottle beside him and said in a self-deprecating laugh, “I was trying to consume some medicine, but my hand shook…”

The sky-blue bottle was about the size of Klein’s finger. It was not longer than five centimeters long and a cap that hid spiral patterns had fallen to the side. The liquid had completely spilled.

Klein reached out to pick up the bottle. As he looked at it with narrowed eyes, he answered helplessly, “Mr. Harson, there are only a few drops left in the bottle.”

“Go to… Borgia and search his body. In his inner pockets.” Aiur said as he gasped for breath.

stood up and casually asked, “Is this

An item from mysticism?

to stimulate our minds and squeeze out the potential… of our bodies. It allows to maintain a decent state for a short period of time until we return, where we can receive treatment.”

did not delay any further as he turned around. He briskly arrived at Borgia who was groaning in pain. He found the uniform sky-blue metal bottle from

the cap, he carefully

Borgia tried hard to open

up as dark

quantity and stopped just in time. He then screwed the cap

seconds after drinking to regain the spirit in

as he slowly sat up. He first dealt with his wounds before walking to the unconscious Lorotta and Dunn. Then, he retrieved the Goddess’s Gaze from the

to Aiur’s side and fed

times, his actions suddenly became nimbler. He stood up as

help Borgia. Help that partner of yours.” The gentleman with the charm of a middle-aged

objections to it. He turned around and jogged

need. I can drink it by myself.” Leonard, with his disheveled hair, smiled as he

with one hand, Klein, who wanted to lampoon, was suddenly

are lighter than I

ability to consume the

means that he could see me walk counterclockwise as I did the luck enhancement

the luck enhancement ritual does not appear odd

had seen quite a lot. Things like me not being affected by 2-049 and my sneak attack on the

who was walking in his direction,

but discovered that you didn’t

people in this world that can always do things others

as he went past Klein and walked to the awakening Dunn and

he

regrouped with the rest while deep in thought, he

and distant time without any signs of softening or rotting. It was nearly identical to the one he saw in his dream.

soon realized that he was overthinking things since Dunn had flipped open the

but he was certain that

looked at Aiur and company. “Let’s store this notebook and Sealed Artifact 2-049 behind

and figure out the reason for the death of the original Klein, Welch, and Naya. However,

the Church’s headquarters and sealing it is considered the best choice…He secretly heaved

unison. They then turned around and arrived beside Sealed

puppet which had resumed moving into

is back to normal.” Aiur

dimly lit black chest, the puppet wrapped in oil-stained cloth flipped over with