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.”

considering this, Klein carefully entered the room and touched the corpse a

the place, so

the process. The slightest movement could snap his tense nerves. Furthermore, the ice-cold feeling given out by the corpse

reason he approached the corpse. Therefore, he focused on the suited clown’s wrist

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

a thumb. It floated in midair silently in

is this?” Klein muttered, but he didn’t dare to touch it

a good or bad thing. Secondly, he was certain that Frye, who had examined the corpse, would have long discovered the brand on the wrist. It was even

if Frye doesn’t know, reporting it to Captain and letting the Nighthawks research

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

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

blood sphere, and asked Klein a question he had previously

“What is this?”

honestly. He recounted what had

Frye nodded, seemingly deep in thought. “The corpse

looked up and said to Klein, “Bring the Captain here. Inform him about the contents that the corpse murmured as

Klein was already itching to

with the Captain,” Frye added. “I believe you won’t like to see

spoke, he picked up a

with some

was hoping

to the Chanis Gate. At the Keeper’s room, he

Dunn heard his recollection of what happened, he

Cathedral deal with it. Maybe they’ll send people to the

Captain were in the Keeper’s room,

Saint Selena Cathedral.

shop? Madam Lorotta hasn’t recovered from her injuries, right?”

with a laugh, “Lorotta has three hobbies—coffee, dessert,

“Maidservants?” Klein asked, perplexed.

Madam Lorotta have a particular

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

no idea what kind

didn’t delay any further as he headed out the Keeper’s room. As Klein watched his back, he silently waited for

eye that Sleepless Kenley had fished out

counting down silently, Dunn

lot today. Once you relax, you’ll feel exhausted. There’s no need for you to be here in the afternoon. Go back and get some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll

a Beyonder. Killing him was equivalent

I’m actually feeling much better.” Klein

nodded slightly and just as he turned around, he smacked himself in

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

unconsciously, will serve as