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

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

couldn’t help but feel as though his heart was in his mouth throughout the process. The slightest movement could snap his tense nerves. Furthermore,

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

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

Klein muttered, but he didn’t dare to touch

he was certain that Frye,

even if Frye doesn’t know, reporting it to Captain and letting the Nighthawks research it is definitely better than me making random attempts… That was

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

a few minutes before he saw the black-haired,

and asked Klein a question he had

“What is this?”

shook his head honestly. He recounted what had happened without hiding

sphere…” Frye nodded, seemingly deep in thought.

here. Inform

already itching

Frye added. “I believe you

spoke, he picked up a silver surgical knife beside

nodded with

hoping you’d

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

heard his recollection of what happened,

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

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

are at Saint Selena Cathedral. Lorotta is probably looking

recovered from her injuries,

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

“Maidservants?” Klein asked, perplexed.

Madam Lorotta have

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

is weird.” Klein had no idea what kind

delay any further as he headed out the Keeper’s room. As Klein

noticed at the corner of his eye that Sleepless

The moment Klein finished counting down silently, Dunn

you relax, you’ll feel exhausted. There’s no need for you to be

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

of fact, I’m actually feeling much

as he turned

Beyonder’s sketch to Leonard. He and the police department are in charge of the follow up investigations. I believe that the Beyonder must’ve rode on carriages, eaten food, and had

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

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