Lord of the Mysteries

Aiur Harson added, “Exactly, it is hard to imagine that the subsequent Sequence of Seer would be Clown. According to normal logic, no one would link them together.”

“Is that strange? I remember that quite a number of Sequence potions also seem to lack similarities between their different levels.” Lorotta covered her mouth as she yawned. It was obvious that her injuries were more severe. Not even Goddess’s Gaze could help her to maintain her vibrant energy.

“No, Lorotta. This is completely different. Even if the other Sequence potions are lacking a connection, we can also find common points if viewed from a different angle. However, I cannot comprehend it for Seer and Clown at all,” said Aiur Harson as he shook his head and sighed.

Klein listened to their discussion and laughed.

“No, there’s still a common point.”

“What?” Aiur asked curiously. Even Dunn’s arm exercises clearly slowed down.

Klein replied without hesitation, “Be it a Seer or a Clown, both of them can be found at the circus.”

“…” Aiur, Dunn, and Lorotta were stunned.

“Pfft… Quite a good answer. I like young man like you!” Lorotta was the first to return to her senses as she burst out laughing.

Aiur also smiled as he shook his head.

“In this era, the number of gentlemen who are equipped with the spirit of self-deprecation is decreasing. Thankfully, we have met one today.”

Do you think I like to engage in self-deprecation… It’s not like I figured out any commonality between the two… Klein complained internally as he replied with a wry smile, “I only wish that the potions of the Sequence pathway would not have names like Beast Tamer, Acrobat, or Magician. That would really form a circus.”

Furthermore, it’s a one-man circus…

“Haha.” Dunn and company were immediately amused. It filled the carriage with a joyous atmosphere.

The carriage proceeded straight for Zouteland Street. Klein, who was not injured, was the first to enter Blackthorn Security Company.

“Goddess! What happened to you? Why are you like that?” Rozanne exclaimed when she caught sight of him.

Klein looked down at his dirty and tattered suit. He replied with his heart aching, “There are always all kinds of accidents during a mission. Thankfully, the Goddess blessed us and it ended beautifully.”

“Praise the Lady!” Rozanne devoutly drew the crimson moon across her chest.

Before waiting for Klein to continue, she asked, “Do you need us to hide in the third floor again? Is the Sealed Artifact really that dangerous?”

“Trust me. It’s far more dangerous than you can imagine,” replied Klein with a lingering fear.

If not for his even more mysterious luck enhancement ritual, he would have perished under the proverbial hands of 2-049!

“Goddess…” Rozanne’s lips quivered as though she had still a million things to say or questions to ask, but in consideration of how the captain was waiting downstairs, she held back her compulsion. She informed Mrs. Orianna and company to head upstairs to the third floor. The neighbors of Blackthorn Security Company were either estates of the Church, or devout clergymen who vaguely knew of the situation.

When all the civilian staff dispersed, Klein did not rush to the entertainment room to inform the other Nighthawks. He immediately returned and helped the captain and the rest escort Sealed Artifact 2-049, Monster Bieber’s remnants, and the Antigonus family’s notebook to the second floor.

Through the partition, Dunn pushed open the entertainment room’s door and said to the two Nighthawks who were playing Gwent cards, “Frye, Royale, both of you are to immediately head to the harbor’s Tyrell Warehouse and aid Leonard in dealing with the aftermath.”

“Alright.” Royale with her raven-black hair and cold expression was the first to stand up.

Corpse Collector Frye, with his black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin stood up next.

and walked out the entertainment room and

Dunn shouted, not

her head back and asked

anyone from coming close until you are done with the scene and

turned around and took two steps

turned her head, blinked and confirmed coldly, “Captain, is there nothing

“No,” Dunn answered categorically.

and walked

for Corpse Collector Frye who exuded coldness and darkness, he

added, “Remember to tell Rozanna, Mrs. Orianna, and company that they

as though no

two Nighthawks walked out the door and went upstairs before heaving a secret sigh of relief. He followed the captain and the rest

to open Chanis Gate, he instructed Klein, “Go to the armory and get Old Neil here.

the medicine began to wear off, his

also

instantly at a loss for

there anything else?” asked Klein with a smile after beating Dunn to

head and remained

into the armory and recounted the happenings generally

even killed a Beyonder?” Old Neil quickly tidied up his desk. “It’s like I’m listening to the script of a

desk and walked straight towards

of curiosity, “Mr. Neil, doesn’t the Church have real restorative medicine? Why would ritualistic magic be

are very rare, and most of them are not suitable for restorative medicine,” Old Neil explained casually. “You should know about Goddess’s Gaze, right? When the medicine is first made

see…” Klein

and avid gamer, it was a habit to yearn for a medicine with magical healing

in the tranquility that he had not had in a

his peace, he recalled the tragic death of the suited clown. He recalled himself shooting

stood up, then sat down, then slowly repeated the process. He also did some

himself with something so that he could stop thinking of those negative

and formal suit. He then took out a handkerchief and a brush to clean off

Neil’s familiar footsteps. Old Neil’s gait involved him walking on his heels, and it made a distinctive noise as he ambled

as he walked

come here within the next hour.

and I keep watch here?”

Neil shook

is a lady who

put on his coat and hat, picked up his cane, and returned to the corridor. Then, he pulled the armory’s door

on the empty path when he suddenly saw many rooms he had never seen previously

a spot around a bend as he looked at

discovered that Corpse Collector Frye had already returned. He was carefully examining a completely dissected

and approached the room. He knocked lightly on the opened

Knock! Knock! Knock!

around, looking over with his

wish to know if this is a

but only spat out a single

gaze reached beyond him and landed on the corpse. Indeed, he discovered the familiar gruesome wound

clown… Klein secretly exhaled and said, “Any