Lord of the Mysteries

Klein twisted open the golden bottle’s cap and brought it to his nose. He took a whiff of the stimulating scent that energized him.

This was Holy Night Powder made using Slumber flowers, Dragon Blood grass, deep red sandalwood, mint, and other herbs. Since it was simple to concoct, Klein had made a batch the moment he got the ingredients from the underground market. It was going to be of use now.

He poured a little of the Holy Night Powder on his palm and collected himself. His irises turned dark.

Next, Klein put away the metal bottle and scattered the powder onto the ground after infusing his spirituality into it.

He scattered the powder as he walked, forming a circle around Sirius’s corpse.

A formless barrier rose, separating them from the outside world.

Klein flicked away the remaining Holy Night Powder on his hand and took out the other metal bottles. He sprinkled the Amantha pure dew and other liquids in the surrounding area.

The ritual he set up was different from the one Old Neil used at Ray Bieber’s house since the aim of the ritual was different.

For example, Old Neil poured the liquids before using the Holy Night Powder. That could create a serene and holy state second only to an actual altar. Klein had used the Holy Night Powder first before pouring the liquids to prevent Sirius’s remnant spirituality from being disturbed by the surrounding objects while still barely managing to have an environment that satisfied the requirements of the ritual.

If he had used Old Neil’s method, the rest of Sirius’s spirituality would’ve been purged, making it impossible to establish a connection.

After finishing his preparations, Klein put away the materials and entered a state of Cogitation. He recited the Hermes incantations softly, “I pray for the power of the dark night.

“I pray for the power of the mystery.

“I pray for the Goddess’ loving grace.

“I pray that you’ll allow me to communicate with the heretic’s spirituality inside this altar.”

…

As the incantations reverberated throughout the sealed space, Klein suddenly felt a massive, terrifying, and mysterious energy descend upon him.

His eyes turned completely black as though he had lost his pupils and the whites of his eyes.

Seizing the opportunity, Klein recited a divination statement in his heart, “The formula to the Clown potion.

“The formula to the Clown potion.”

…

As he was reciting the statement, he used Cogitation to temporarily enter a dreamlike state.

It was a hazy gray world without a sky or ground. Klein was unusually alert as he observed a transparent, ethereal figure.

He extended his right hand and touched the remnants of Sirius’s spirit.

of him

table painted with dark red paint. There were three candles on a silver candle stand, as well as a blank

Loen language, “This is the second

tornapple juice, 7 grams of black-rimmed sunflower powder, 10 grams of golden cloak grass powder, 3 drops of poison hemlock. These are the

horn of a matured Hornacis gray mountain goat and a complete stalk of

seemed to have the Clown potion’s formula memorized as he quickly finished

a moment and took a sip of coffee, then he unwound the silver pendulum around

muttering terms to himself such as “the end

prayer, Klein

wound silver chain

a single eye, a trait unique to giants. It was

of the giant

Crack!

buckled, almost

though he had been struck ruthlessly in the head with a bat. His vision turned blood-red as his hands involuntarily reached

his spirituality was unusually weak, as if he had heard the murmurings

due to his progress in ‘digesting’ the magic medicine, the adverse reaction

and Hanass were both members of the Aurora Order? But the Captain saw a huge cross in Hanass’ dream. The terrifying being crucified on the cross wasn’t the Aurora Order’s Hanged Giant… Klein

that sprang into existence about two to three hundred years ago. They worshiped the True Creator and symbolized him with The Hanged Giant. They believed that every human being had divine qualities, and as long as they persevered and made it through the countless trials, they would be able to accumulate enough divine

and were armed with a decent

the Sequence 7 which the Aurora Order had grasped. Sequence 8 was Listener. This

survive the next five years after becoming a Listener. Furthermore, the comments the Nighthawks had in the reports were that every Listener was a lunatic. Even

report regarding the Aurora Order flashed through Klein’s mind. His initial theory was that Sirius was a

was a loss of control brought about by the injury? Yes, Frye once said that every Beyonder would more or less

he concluded the ritual with the appropriate procedure

blew as Klein

an obvious wart on Sirius’s mangled face. It was a dark purple wart, almost black. There seemed

of transformation was that?” Klein rubbed his temples,

cane, allowing

had been completely destroyed. Even the Spirit Medium

saw Captain Dunn and

like your fate is tied to Beyonders and evil forces. In just a few weeks, you have come across more supernatural incidents than what we

dream divination, as well as the majestic palace on the main peak of

gray eyes trained on Klein, asked, “You tried channeling his

of Holy Night Powder and the scent of the

worried that you would arrive late and that the remains

don’t look well. Are you alright?” the short Kenley asked

Sirius’s undelivered letter to the

I went to the underground market to purchase materials for the rituals, I suddenly remembered that Selena had also once gone to the Evil Dragon Bar and that it was Hanass Vincent that brought her there. This meant that Hanass was a regular there. Thus, I suspected that the person in the portrait, someone who’s definitely connected to Hanass, might have gone

gave me confirmation. He told me that the man had once tried to buy documents and items related to the Hornacis Mountains. That reminded

“And so you brought your identification documents and badge here to flip through the borrowing records? Actually, I am very curious; why would you come into conflict with this man here? Even if it was a direct encounter, with your style of doing things, you would’ve pretended that you didn’t know him and would just leave the library. Then you would come to Zouteland Street