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.

reciting the incantation and withstood the chaotic

was the only living spirit sitting on the seat of honor

conjured a piece of

the Misfortune Cloth Puppet

rough shape of the picture due

they had seen. As long as they possessed the appropriate method,

that were exposed above the sea; it couldn’t withstand much. Hence, a person’s spiritual essence remembered most of the information and turned it

it wasn’t the entire ocean, also

Klein leaned backwards and fell

saw Chanis Gate crack open once again as he

leaned into the opening of

paper, there were many mysterious symbols that collectively formed

the uniqueness of the world above the gray fog and the memory that had yet to fade, he expressed the image on the

eye looked up at him,

below the eye, “This is key to the

chain that was wound inside his sleeve. As he held it with his left hand, the topaz pendulum stably hung

recited

the topaz spinning in small circles in a clockwise fashion along with the

That meant affirmation.

to the treasure that the Antigonus family

himself, “Because of Ray Bieber’s death, there are no descendants of the Antigonus family left. Hence, the notebook views me, the Seer that interacted with it but remains

left the key to the treasure with it, only

the logic, but it still

notebook be sure that there are no more

unrelated to that family… If I shared their bloodline, the original

seem to matter if I tell this to

family’s treasure. But, unsurprisingly, there was no detailed information. Just like in the letter that Sirius wrote to Mr. Z, Klein could only be certain that the treasure was related to

he finished divining all the matters, Klein noticed that the crimson star from which he had previously heard prayers was

touched the illusory star. He saw the

man was kneeling on the ground, facing the pure crystal ball, still muttering

Jotun,

Father and

really is Jotun… Where in the world is Jotun still used? That’s an ancient antique that is thousands of years old… What a pity; the mysterious ruler above the giant is totally powerless. I don’t have the ability

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

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

half-past twelve, which was when Melissa finished preparing lunch and came

Melissa bring out her new dress and fishnet hat,

you still have something this

her behalf, “Mrs. Shaud from next door told Melissa that there