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.”

the corpse a few

didn’t want Corpse Collector Frye to see him mess up the place, so he mustered his courage to

the process. The slightest movement could snap his tense nerves. Furthermore, the ice-cold

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

shrinking into a spherical blob of blood which

a thumb. It floated in

muttered, but he didn’t

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

and letting the Nighthawks research

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

for a few minutes before he

asked Klein a question he had previously asked

“What is this?”

head honestly. He recounted what had happened without

deep in thought. “The corpse of a Beyonder

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

was already itching

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

spoke, he picked up a silver surgical

nodded with some lingering

was hoping you’d say

picked up his cane, wore his hat and hobbled over to the Chanis Gate. At the

recollection of what happened, he

report the matter to the higher ups and let the Holy Cathedral deal with it. Maybe they’ll send people to the main peak of

that only Sleepless Kenley and the Captain were in the Keeper’s room, he casually asked, “Are Mr. Aiur and

Borgia are at Saint Selena Cathedral. Lorotta is probably looking for a coffee

recovered from her injuries, right?” Klein

with a laugh, “Lorotta has three hobbies—coffee, dessert, and maidservants. She says she needs these three things to

“Maidservants?” Klein asked, perplexed.

have a

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

no idea what kind of expression

as he headed out the Keeper’s room. As Klein watched his back,

eye that Sleepless Kenley had fished out his pocket

moment Klein finished counting

for you to be here in the afternoon. Go back and get some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll

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

fact, I’m actually feeling much better.” Klein

as he turned around, he smacked himself in the

police department are in charge of the follow up investigations.

touches, whatever he leaves behind, even unconsciously, will serve as a silent