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 room and touched the corpse a few times to verify that it

want Corpse Collector Frye to see him mess up the place, so he

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

recalled the reason he approached the corpse.

brand had slipped off, shrinking into a spherical blob

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

he didn’t dare to touch

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 likely that he

letting the Nighthawks research it is definitely better than me making random

organization meant he had to know how

before he saw the

sphere, and asked Klein a question he had

“What is this?”

honestly. He recounted what

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

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

already itching

added. “I

spoke, he picked up a silver surgical knife

with some

was hoping

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

Dunn heard his recollection of what happened, he

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

only Sleepless Kenley and the Captain were in the Keeper’s room,

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

from

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

“Maidservants?” Klein asked, perplexed.

Lorotta have a particular

helplessly and said, “She likes maidservants. Yeah, that’s right.

what kind of

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

of his eye that Sleepless Kenley had fished out his pocket watch and opened

finished counting down silently, Dunn

for you to be

your killing of a

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

as he turned around,

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

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