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.”

this, Klein carefully entered the room and touched the corpse a few times to verify

so he mustered his courage to move the corpse back onto the autopsy

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

mission with great difficulty, he recalled the reason he approached the corpse. Therefore,

into a spherical blob

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

muttered, but he didn’t

sphere. Firstly, he didn’t know 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 likely that he knew what the strange blood sphere

research it is

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

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

blood sphere, and asked Klein a question

“What is this?”

He

Frye nodded, seemingly deep in thought.

Klein, “Bring the Captain here. Inform

was already itching to

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

up a silver surgical knife beside

with some lingering

hoping you’d

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

Dunn heard his recollection of what happened,

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

briefly in confirmation. Seeing that only Sleepless Kenley and the Captain were in the Keeper’s room, he

at Saint Selena Cathedral. Lorotta is probably looking for a

recovered from her injuries, right?” Klein asked

massaged his nose bridge and said with a laugh, “Lorotta has three hobbies—coffee, dessert, and maidservants. She

“Maidservants?” Klein asked, perplexed.

Madam Lorotta have

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

sure is weird.” Klein had no idea what

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

his eye that Sleepless Kenley had fished out his pocket

The moment Klein finished counting down silently, Dunn stopped and turned

I forgot. Klein, you went through a lot today. Once you relax, you’ll feel exhausted. There’s no need for you

worry too much about your killing of a Beyonder. Killing

a matter of fact, I’m actually

just as he turned around, he smacked himself in

Leonard. He and the police department are in charge of the follow up investigations.

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