Lord of the Mysteries

Faced with his sister’s question, all Klein could do was reply with a regretful smile, “Sore muscles.”

He originally believed that by consuming the Sequence potion, his constitution would be enhanced as a Beyonder, but the harsh reality told him that a Seer’s stats points were all allocated to his spirituality, mind, intuition, and interpretation. It didn’t aid him in adjusting to combat training quickly.

As for the original Klein, he had focused on his studies early on and had suffered from malnutrition. That led him to possess a below-average physical condition. The fact that he was having ‘after effects’ from working out was to be expected.

“Sore muscles? I remember you returning after dinner last night and you didn’t do anything else… Does alcohol cause sore muscles?” Melissa inquired with an inquisitive look.

Does alcohol cause sore muscles… Sis, that question… can’t help but make me have inappropriate thoughts… Klein laughed dryly and said, “No, this has nothing to do with alcohol. It was from yesterday afternoon. I joined the company’s combat training.”

“Combat?” Melissa was even more astonished.

Klein organized his thoughts and said, “Well, this is what happened. I considered it and believe that as a historical and relic consultant of a security company, it’s impossible for me to stay in the office or port warehouse forever. Perhaps there will come a day when I have to accompany them to the villages or an ancient castle, to the site of some relic. That might require me to hike, to cross rivers, and to walk a lot. I’ll have to endure all sorts of tests posed by nature, so I have to possess a sufficiently healthy body.”

“So you joined combat training to enhance your stamina?” Melissa seemed to understand her brother’s intention.

“That’s right,” Klein answered with great affirmation.

Melissa said with a frown, “But that isn’t gentlemanly… Don’t you always keep yourself to the standards of a professor? A professor only requires the ability to read historical documents, ponder over difficult questions, and maintain a polite and gentlemanly demeanor.

“Of course, I’m not saying that those aren’t all good things. I prefer men who can solve problems on their own, regardless of whether that solution requires brawn or brain.”

Melissa smiled.

Klein smiled and said, “No, no, no, Melissa. Your definition of a professor contains a misconception. A true professor can communicate with people gently and politely, but he can also educate the other person using the principles of physics by raising a cane to convince someone when there is an obstacle in communication.”

“Principles of physics…” Melissa was momentarily at a loss, but she quickly understood what her brother was saying. She was suddenly unable to retort him.

Klein didn’t say anything more but widened his pace with great difficulty as he headed for the bathroom.

Melissa stood there and looked for a few seconds. She suddenly shook her head and caught up to Klein.

“Do you need my help?”

She posed as if she was supporting someone.

“No, there’s no need to. I was hamming it up a bit earlier.” Klein felt humiliated. He suddenly stood straight and walked normally.

Watching her brother walk steadily to the washroom and close the door, Melissa pursed her lips and muttered, “Klein is getting more and more pretentious… I even believed that his muscle soreness was really that serious…”

In the bathroom, Klein stood behind the tightly shut door, his face suddenly contorting in pain.

tensed his body, and stood

and saw

a little while, Klein took his cane, donned his top hat,

…

had trees with shade-providing foliage, flourishing with

found the three-story

to see that the man sitting at his mentor’s

morning, Mr. Azik, Where’s my mentor? We made an appointment

Cohen Quentin’s best friend and often debated with his mentor regarding academic topics, smiled and said, “Cohen had a last minute meeting and went to Tingen University. He

features. Being in his presence brought on an indescribable feeling, as though you could see in the man’s eyes that he had been through the vicissitudes of life. Under his right ear was

said the reason, Azik suddenly frowned

scrutiny, Klein looked at

vest, white shirt, black bow tie, dark colored trousers, leather boots with no buttons… Everything seems

eased and

you are way more energetic than before. You look even more like

Azik, did my mentor manage to find the book ‘Research of the Hornacis

gently. He then pulled open the drawer and took out a gray-covered book. “You are no longer

Klein delightfully took the academic monograph, and with a hint

paper as a hardcover and

glance and found a seat. He flipped open the book and started

that there

put down the silver saucer and

Klein

three cubes of sugar and a teaspoon of milk before

was not a very thick book. Klein finished reading it when it was almost noon. He took note of a

main peak of Hornacis Mountain and its surrounding area was obviously an advanced

from their wall murals, their perspective on life appears similar to that of humans. I can assume for

they called their god the Ruler of the Evernight, Mother of

is that researchers haven’t found any graves in the entire area, which initially seems to indicate that the people didn’t need to be buried, because they didn’t die. However, that would be contradictory to the contents of the wall murals. In the wall murals, the people in the nation believed that death is not the end. They believed that their deceased family would protect them in

for the wall murals

of coffee and continued to write down his ‘afterthoughts’

grand title, while the Ruler of the Evernight obviously overlaps with the Evernight Goddess… Is this a contradiction at its

and its surrounding area, every arrangement and decoration was well-preserved. Even the wall murals didn’t have any signs of damage. Before it was discovered, there seemed to be no disturbance at all… The table

people? They seemed to have left their homes

no burial grounds, this only

Joseph, also mentioned that when he first discovered the remains, he even had the belief

stopped writing and cast his gaze at

John Joseph’s third visit to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain

the photo, the lofty palace had a collapsed wall and was overgrown with weeds.