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?”

widened as his deep blue

the root of

extended period of insomnia and his poor mental state, he had completely forgotten to inform the police

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

Gate was surprised and curious too. He couldn’t help but look closely at the

entanglement and the feature of accumulation… Having received

the resentment of the dead entirely using ritualistic magic. The second

into consideration the rule of preventing commoners from learning of Beyonder powers to the best of his abilities, Klein planned on first attempting the second method.

a mental problem,” he spoke

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

problems to one degree or another,” Klein casually comforted him. “Please

at

seriously and confirmed that

why 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 it to you after

butler, your servants, and your bodyguards to leave. Inspector Tolle, Sergeant Gate, please leave as well. I need a quiet

magic… Inspector Tolle added in his

seconds before saying, “Cullen, take them

Cullen didn’t retort since the request was made by a police officer, a probationary

Deweyville who had dark blond hair and blue eyes, and said, “Sir, please lie down on your bed. Relax and

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

curtains, turning

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 spirituality to extend before his

fell into a deep sleep, allowing for his Astral Projection

was using the technique of dream divination, to let himself be in the spiritual environment like he was dreaming, so as to communicate with each and every resentment that plagued Sir

be able to give him

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

sad sob reverberated in Klein’s ear, and he “saw” that the white translucent figures were floating around

as Klein, who barely regained his mental processes, extended his

swarmed at him like

into two. Half of his mind was calmly observing while the

garbs. She looked strong and fit as

and her

seemed to hear someone calling her Charlotte, and the voice

towards the mirror and saw that she had a faint blue line

…

and Klein

into the lead

her face started twitching, followed by her arm and

epilepsy.” She heard someone say while her whole

she twitched and fell, the intensity

…

depressed. She was walking around the street in a

blue line on her gums. She would also convulse

doctor said, “Lafayette, this is a result

and saw her convulse again. She twitched continuously, and the doctor saw that her eyes

…

Klein, and he remained immersed within them and calmly