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.

and casually asked, “Is

An item from mysticism?

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.” Aiur attempted to sit up only to fail

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

he carefully held the bottle to Borgia’s

tried

dark red liquid flowed in Borgia’s

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

It only took Borgia a few seconds after drinking to regain the spirit in his eyes. Furthermore, he

wounds before

Aiur’s side and fed him the remaining half

actions suddenly became nimbler. He stood

Help that partner of yours.” The gentleman with the charm of a

He turned around and

no need. I can drink it by myself.” Leonard, with his disheveled hair, smiled as he

agilely get up by pushing up with one hand,

injuries are lighter than

the ability to consume the medicine from

me walk counterclockwise as I did

still alright. I had chanted inwardly and the luck enhancement ritual does not appear odd in any way, or the suited clown would

had seen quite a lot. Things like me not being

as Klein’s eyes narrowed slightly, Leonard, who was walking in his direction, stopped beside

you but discovered that you didn’t

world that can always do things others

smiled as he went past Klein and walked

silently as he felt a lot more

bit of secrets… As he regrouped with the rest while deep in thought, he saw Captain Dunn wear a cloth and pick up the Antigonus family notebook that was covered in

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

he was overthinking things since Dunn had flipped

was certain that there was no drawing of the Fool with his gorgeous clothes and

and held it securely. Then, he looked at Aiur and company. “Let’s store this notebook and Sealed Artifact 2-049 behind

figure out the reason for the death of the original Klein, Welch, and Naya. However, he also felt that the ancient item was filled with misfortune. It often brought catastrophe, so he did not

is considered the best choice…He secretly heaved a

Aiur Harson, Borgia, and Lorotta nodded in unison. They then turned around and arrived beside

resumed moving into the black chest with an opening as they monitored it

Aiur sounded a

puppet wrapped in oil-stained cloth flipped over with its body creaking as it aligned its clown-painted