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.”

room and touched the corpse a few times to

so

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

reason he approached the corpse. Therefore, he focused on the suited clown’s wrist and looked at the strange

slipped off, shrinking into a

was the size of a thumb. It floated in midair silently in defiance of the

but he didn’t dare to

if it was 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

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

organization meant he had to know how to make

he saw the black-haired, blue-eyed,

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

“What is this?”

idea.” Klein shook his head honestly. He recounted what had

slipped off into a blood sphere…” Frye nodded, seemingly deep in thought. “The corpse of

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

already itching to

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

picked up

nodded with some

was hoping you’d say

the Chanis Gate. At the Keeper’s room, he saw the no longer frail

Dunn heard his recollection of what happened, he nodded

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

were in the Keeper’s room, he casually asked,

said, “Aiur and Borgia are at Saint Selena Cathedral. Lorotta is probably looking for a

Lorotta hasn’t recovered from her

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

“Maidservants?” Klein asked, perplexed.

Madam Lorotta have

maidservants.

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

headed out the Keeper’s room. As Klein watched his back, he silently waited for him

noticed at the corner of his eye that Sleepless Kenley had fished

one… The moment Klein finished counting

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

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

actually feeling

nodded slightly and just as he turned

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

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