Lord of the Mysteries

Klein instantly felt his hair stand on end as the icy hand tightened around his wrist. He instinctively pulled his wrist back in a desperate attempt to escape.

A heavy sensation bore down on him as Klein used every fiber of strength in his entire body to yank his arm back.

Bam!

The pale, naked corpse was yanked so forcefully to the side that it fell from the autopsy table.

However, the white, ice-cold fingers’ grip remained firmly latched onto Klein’s wrist.

Klein momentarily lost the ability to think; the only thought that went through his mind was to draw his revolver and riddle the corpse in holes.

However, as he could not retract his dominant hand, he threw his black cane and desperately tried to retrieve his revolver from his holster to no avail.

At that moment, the corpse’s eyes rose, revealing a pair of calm, blue eyes.

His mouth moved as he muttered, “Hornacis… Hornacis… Hornacis…”

After those three words were said, Klein was completely flustered as he felt that the fingers gripping onto his wrist began to loosen before dropping limp.

The suited clown’s eyes were shut once again, as though nothing had happened at all.

If the pale corpse wasn’t lying on the stone floor, Klein would have imagined that he had been struck by a hallucination spell.

He staggered backwards a few steps and felt that most of his body was trembling as a result of the shock and fear.

Phew… Phew… Klein gasped for air as he slowly regained control of his mental facilities. He looked at the corpse on the ground in alarm and fear.

He drew his revolver and carefully retreated from the room, one step at a time. After confirming that the corpse was motionless, he took a glance at his wrist of the hand holding onto his revolver.

There were five deep, red finger marks imprinted on his wrist. They silently described his encounter.

Klein calmed down as vulgarities filled his mind.

F*cking hell. I almost died from the shock!

After panting for more than ten seconds, he began assembling items in his mind to quickly compose himself.

He carefully recalled everything that he encountered and pieced them together.

Although he did not understand the reason for the suited clown’s “resurrection,” he acutely noticed an important point. The corpse had repeated the words “Hornacis!”

“It’s Hornacis again…” Klein knitted his brows. “The Antigonus family’s notebook has records of a Nation of the Evernight in the Hornacis mountain range. While in Cogitation or Spirit Vision, I would hear sounds that I shouldn’t be able to hear, and among those sounds is the word ‘Hornacis’… Is the answer to all these questions on the Hornacis mountain range?… There might be massive danger lurking there. For example, an evil god might be sealed within and was using various forms of ‘attraction’ to achieve freedom.”

entered the room and touched the corpse a few times to

place, so he mustered his courage to move the

though his heart was in his mouth throughout the process. The slightest movement could snap his tense nerves. Furthermore, the ice-cold feeling given out by the corpse

he approached the corpse. Therefore, he focused on the

when the brand had slipped off, shrinking into a spherical blob of blood which

thumb. It floated in midair silently

muttered, but he didn’t dare to

that Frye, who had examined the corpse, would have long discovered the brand on the wrist. It was even likely that he

the Nighthawks research it is definitely better than me making random attempts… That was Klein’s train of

had to know how to make use of the organization’s powers to

a few minutes before he saw the black-haired, blue-eyed, and thin-lipped

noticed the strange blood sphere, and asked Klein a question he had previously

“What is this?”

head honestly. He recounted what had happened without hiding

slipped off into a blood sphere…” Frye nodded, seemingly deep in thought. “The corpse of a Beyonder always tends to have some strange

said to Klein, “Bring the Captain here. Inform him about the contents that the corpse

already itching to

don’t have to return with the Captain,” Frye added. “I believe you

up a

with

was hoping you’d

the Chanis Gate. At the

his recollection of what happened,

let the Holy Cathedral deal with it. Maybe they’ll send people to the main peak of

were in the Keeper’s room, he casually asked, “Are Mr. Aiur and the

“Aiur and Borgia are at Saint Selena Cathedral. Lorotta is probably

hasn’t recovered from her

massaged his nose bridge and said with a laugh, “Lorotta has three hobbies—coffee, dessert, and maidservants. She says she needs these three things

“Maidservants?” Klein asked, perplexed.

Lorotta have a

maidservants. Yeah, that’s right. Furthermore, she likes ones with big

is weird.” Klein had no idea what kind

further as he headed out the Keeper’s room.

eye that Sleepless Kenley had fished out his pocket watch and opened

one… The moment Klein finished counting down silently, Dunn stopped and

Once you relax, you’ll feel exhausted. There’s no need for you to be here in the afternoon. Go back

worry too much about your killing of a Beyonder. Killing him was equivalent to saving

I’m actually feeling much

as he turned around, he smacked himself in the

follow up investigations. I believe that the Beyonder must’ve rode on carriages, eaten food,

touches, whatever he leaves behind, even unconsciously, will