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.”

room and touched the corpse a few

him mess up the place, so he mustered his courage to move the

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

the corpse. Therefore, he focused

brand had slipped off, shrinking into a spherical

thumb. It floated in midair silently in

Klein muttered, but he didn’t dare to

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

letting the Nighthawks research it is definitely better than me making random attempts… That was

how to

for a few minutes before he saw the black-haired, blue-eyed,

noticed the strange blood sphere, and asked Klein a question

“What is this?”

He recounted what had

in

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

already itching to

Frye added. “I believe you

he spoke, he picked up a silver surgical knife

nodded with

was hoping

cane, wore his hat and hobbled over to the Chanis Gate. At the Keeper’s room, he saw the no longer frail Captain

heard his recollection of what happened, he nodded

it. Maybe they’ll send people to the main peak

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

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

recovered from her injuries,

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

“Maidservants?” Klein asked, perplexed.

Lorotta have a particular

head helplessly and said, “She likes maidservants. Yeah, that’s right. Furthermore, she likes ones with big

sure is weird.” Klein had no idea what kind of

Keeper’s room. As Klein watched his back,

he noticed at the corner of his eye that Sleepless

moment Klein finished counting down silently,

you to be here in the afternoon. Go back and get some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll submit the application listing the detailed

your killing of a Beyonder. Killing him was equivalent to saving

actually feeling much

and just as he turned around, he smacked himself in the

and the police department are in charge of the follow up investigations. I believe that the Beyonder must’ve

leaves behind, even unconsciously, will serve as a silent witness against him. Emperor Roselle’s words

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