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.

down their Gwent cards and walked out the entertainment room and when they passed through the partition, they clearly

shouted, not

Royale turned her head back and asked without

until you are done with the scene

turned around and took two steps

confirmed coldly, “Captain, is there

“No,” Dunn answered categorically.

unnoticeably and

coldness and darkness,

moment, Dunn added, “Remember to tell Rozanna, Mrs. Orianna, and company that they can come

replied as though no emotions stirred

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

instructed Klein, “Go to the armory and get Old Neil

the medicine began to wear off, his mental

continue, as he added, “I will watch the armory in Old Neil’s place. I will also request for at least twenty demon hunting bullets and also wait for the Holy Cathedral’s approval,

instantly at

Klein with a smile after beating Dunn to

head and remained

pulled out his cane and turned around. After walking a certain distance, Klein turned into the armory

a monster that lost control… You even killed a Beyonder?” Old Neil quickly tidied

around the desk and walked straight

Neil, doesn’t the Church have real restorative medicine?

a ritual. Extraordinary ingredients 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 via a ritual, it would be a standard, real restorative medicine. But

see…” Klein nodded

gamer, it was a habit to

leave and sat down, taking in the tranquility that

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

up, then sat down, then slowly repeated the process. He also did some pacing back and forth in

and decided to occupy himself with something so that he could

took off his silk hat and formal suit. He then took out a handkerchief and a brush to clean off the dirt and

involved him

complained as he walked into the

rest that no one is to come here within the next hour. I need to rest,” he

upstairs, and I keep watch here?” Klein suggested out

shook his

Rozanne is a lady

up his cane, and returned to the

walked on the empty path when he

stopped at a spot around a bend as he looked at

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

he mustered his courage and approached the

Knock! Knock! Knock!

looking over with his blue but

wish to know if this is a corpse of a

opened and closed, but only spat

on the corpse. Indeed, he discovered the familiar gruesome wound on

Klein secretly exhaled and said,