Lord of the Mysteries

After thinking for a while, Klein decided to return home to confirm something.

He believed that if the Misfortune Cloth Puppet hadn’t intentionally shown him the picture on the paper, then the Captain and the rest would definitely find traces in their follow-up investigations. It wouldn’t matter much if he reported it or not.

If it were the converse, it was something worth careful consideration.

That was also what Klein wanted to confirm.

He took the trackless public carriage to Daffodil Street. When he returned home, his brother Benson and his sister Melissa had yet to wake up, since it was Sunday. The living room was dark and quiet.

Klein boiled a kettle of water, threw in some tea leaves, and drank it with wheat bread. Then he took his coat, hat, and cane towards the stairs.

He subconsciously lightened his footsteps to avoid making any loud noises.

Just as he got to the second floor, he saw the bathroom door suddenly open, and Melissa, who was wearing an old dress, came out with a sleepy face.

“You’re home…” Melissa was rubbing her eyes sleepily.

Klein covered his mouth and yawned.

“Yeah, I need to crash. Don’t wake me up before lunch.”

Melissa tersely acknowledged when she suddenly recalled something.

“Benson and I are going to Saint Selena Cathedral pray and attend Mass in the morning. Lunch might be slightly later.”

As not-so-devoted believers of the Evernight Goddess, she and Benson went to the church once a fortnight, while Klein, who was a Nighthawk, hadn’t entered the church since the last time he was followed by the member of the Secret Order.

No, I’m at the cathedral every day, just that I’m in the cathedral’s basement… Klein justified himself subconsciously.

He was currently most worried that the Goddess would abandon him as a fake believer. If his ritualistic magic didn’t respond at crucial times, he would be in big trouble.

But then, when one considers Old Neil, the Goddess is quite forgiving towards the Nighthawks. Hmm. That’s right! Klein comforted himself.

His scattered thoughts flashed past him, and he looked at Melissa. He nodded and smiled.

“No problem. I can sleep longer then.”

Walking past Melissa, he entered his bedroom and locked the door behind him.

Immediately following that, he psyched himself up and took out the ritual dagger and created a sealed spirituality wall.

incantation and

world, he was the only living spirit sitting on the seat

a minute of silence, Klein conjured a piece of goatskin

the Misfortune Cloth

a split moment last night, he only managed to remember the rough shape of the picture due to his anxiety.

spirituality could remember everything they had seen. As long as they possessed the appropriate

theory that Spirit Medium Daly described regarding the Psychology Alchemists made sense. Human memory was merely islands that were exposed above the sea; it couldn’t withstand much. Hence, a person’s spiritual essence remembered most of the

itself, even if it wasn’t the entire ocean, also included the entire sea region

incantation, Klein leaned backwards and fell

Chanis Gate crack open once again as he heard the heavy grinding

into the opening of the door and unfurled the paper that it

many mysterious symbols that collectively

picture before exiting the dream. Then, with the aid of the uniqueness of the world above the gray fog and the memory that had yet

at him, looking both sinister and

and wrote below the eye, “This is key to the treasure that the Antigonus family left

the silver chain that was wound inside his sleeve. As he held it with his left hand, the topaz pendulum stably hung above the divination statement and the mysterious vertical eye. There weren’t any

recited

opened his eyes and saw the topaz spinning in small circles

That meant affirmation.

picture is really key to the treasure that the Antigonus family

muttered to himself, “Because of Ray Bieber’s death, there are no descendants of the Antigonus family left. Hence, the notebook views me, the

it, only to show it to me during my

doesn’t seem to be any problem with the logic, but it

that there are no

their bloodline, the original Klein wouldn’t have

it doesn’t seem to matter if I tell this to the Captain and the team. Let me look

letter that Sirius wrote to Mr. Z, Klein could only be certain that the treasure was related to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range and

noticed that the crimson star from which

illusory star. He saw

ground, facing the pure crystal ball, still muttering about

some Jotun, finally understood one

Father and

What a pity; the mysterious ruler above the giant is totally powerless.

master more Jotun vocabulary and can understand what happened to his father and mother… Klein retracted his spirituality, wrapped it around himself, and initiated

bedroom, he dispelled the spirituality wall, changed into old but comfortable clothing, and laid down on the bed

when Melissa finished preparing lunch and came knocking on

saw Melissa bring out her new dress

you still have something this afternoon?” Klein asked,

He didn’t lift his head but answered on her behalf, “Mrs. Shaud from next door told Melissa that there will be