Lord of the Mysteries

Sir Deweyville’s bedroom was larger than the living room and dining room of Klein’s house combined. It was partitioned into a place for a bed, a living space, a changing room, a bathroom, and a study desk and bookshelves. The furnishings were exquisite, and the details were extravagant.

But to Klein, the light seemed dimmer and the temperature was several degrees colder than the outside.

At the same time, he seemed to hear the sound of sobbing and moaning, as though one was putting up a last-ditch struggle.

Klein was in a trance, and everything suddenly returned to normal. The sunlight shone brightly through the window and poured over the entire bedroom. The temperature was reasonable, neither too high nor low. The surrounding policemen, bodyguards, and butler were quiet. No one spoke.

This… He looked sideways at the classic yet luxurious bed. He felt there were pairs of blurry eyes lingering in the shadow, like the moths that fearlessly stayed around gas lamps.

Taking a few steps closer, Klein lost the earlier images from his Spirit Vision.

Not a standard wraith or an evil spirit… What is it exactly? Klein frowned and recalled the mysticism knowledge that he had been learning all this time.

From what he had seen, the mission would have been easy if it was passed to a Corpse Collector, Gravedigger, or Spirit Medium. It was obviously not within his domain of expertise.

Holding back his urge to use divination as an investigative approach, Klein looked around slowly to look for other traces to confirm the few guesses on his mind.

“Inspector.” Sir Deweyville hesitated and asked, “Did you discover anything?”

“If it were that easy, I believe my colleagues wouldn’t have waited until now,” Klein replied, glancing at the philanthropist subconsciously.

Just as he planned to retract his gaze, he suddenly saw that there was a faint white human figure reflected behind Sir Deweyville in the mirror behind him.

No, there were many figures overlapping each other, resulting in a white distorted figure!

The figure flashed by and Klein seemed to hear faint sobbing.

Phew… He let out a breath to ease his nerves, having almost drawn his gun out out of fright.

Heightened spiritual perception with Spirit Vision will one day scare me senseless… Klein tried relaxing his tense nerves by joking around before redirecting his focus back onto Sir Deweyville.

This time, he saw something different.

Now that he was in the bedroom, Sir Deweyville had a faint and twisted figure shimmering around him. It even dimmed the lighting of that area.

Every flash was accompanied by an illusionary cry and moan that could hardly be detected by an ordinary person.

Hardly audible for an ordinary person under ordinary circumstances? Is it because it’s daytime? Klein nodded as he thought.

He had an initial judgment for this case.

It was resentment that was haunting Sir Deweyville. It was the remnant spirituality that resulted from unresolved emotions before a human’s death!

If such feelings of resentment stayed in this world over a period of time, they would become a terrifying wrathful spirit after becoming stronger.

However, Sir Deweyville was a famous philanthropist. Even Benson, who was a picky person, was in awe of him. Why would he be bogged down with the resentment of the dead? Is he actually two-faced? Could it be the means of a Beyonder with nefarious intentions? Klein guessed the possibilities suspiciously.

After some thought, he looked towards Deweyville and asked, “Honorable Sir, I have a few questions.”

“Please ask.” Deweyville sat down wearily.

Klein organized his thoughts and asked, “When you leave here to go to a new place, such as the village or Backlund, do you temporarily get at least half a night’s worth of peace before the situation resumes and gradually worsens? Even when you sleep during the daytime, are you able to hear moaning and sobbing sounds?”

eyes suddenly widened as his deep blue eyes were suddenly beaming with

find the root of

extended period of insomnia and his poor mental

that Klein’s question had uncovered something useful, Inspector Tolle relaxed.

He couldn’t help

traits of gradual entanglement and the feature of accumulation… Having received the feedback, Klein had

was to set up an altar directly around the man and remove the resentment of the dead entirely using ritualistic magic. The second option was to use other mysticism measures to find the root of the problem

commoners from learning of Beyonder powers to the best of his abilities, Klein planned on first attempting the second method. Only if it failed would

a psychological illness, a mental problem,” he spoke nonsense with absolute

asked in reply, “Are you telling me that I’m a

have psychological problems to one degree or another,” Klein casually comforted him. “Please allow me to introduce myself again. I am a psychological expert

and his butler looked at Inspector Tolle who they were familiar

seriously and confirmed that it

my butler, my bodyguards, and my servants will hear the sobbing and moaning as well…” Deweyville held his walking stick with both

professionally, “I will explain

bodyguards to leave. Inspector Tolle, Sergeant Gate, please leave as well. I need a quiet environment to begin the

magic… Inspector Tolle added in

silent for more than ten seconds before saying, “Cullen, take

didn’t retort since the request was made by a police officer, a probationary inspector, and a psychological

after another and closing the door behind them, Klein looked at Deweyville who had dark blond hair and blue eyes,

coat and hat on the clothes rack before walking slowly to the side of the bed and then laid

curtains, turning the

used spirit pendulum to determine any dangers. Then, he sat on the rocking chair near the end of the bed, traced a spherical light in his mind, and entered Cogitation. He allowed the world of

leaned against the back of the chair and fell into a deep

to let himself be in the spiritual environment like he was dreaming,

able to give him an answer and solve

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

“saw” that the

groan echoed as Klein, who barely regained his mental processes, extended his right hand and touched

him like moths darting toward

be cleaved into two. Half of his

in worker garbs. She looked strong and fit as she walked in a dust-covered factory while her head throbbed in

occasionally turned blurry and her body became skinnier by

calling her Charlotte, and the voice

and saw that she had a faint blue line

…

view” switched and Klein saw another girl called

the lead factory,

of her face started twitching, followed by her arm and leg on

have epilepsy.” She heard someone say

fell, the intensity increased before

…

and she was depressed. She was walking around the street

very bad headache, and she had a blue line on her gums.

doctor, and the doctor said, “Lafayette, this is a result of lead

her with pity and saw her convulse again. She twitched continuously, and the doctor saw that her eyes had lost

…

and he remained immersed