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 roars before appearing

the only living spirit sitting on the seat of

piece of

the Misfortune

clearly for a split moment last night, he only managed to remember the rough shape of the picture due to his anxiety. But that wasn’t a problem

to mysticism theory, one’s spirituality could remember everything they had seen. As long as they possessed the appropriate method, they could reproduce the scene whenever they

the Psychology Alchemists made sense. Human memory was merely islands that were exposed above the sea; it couldn’t

the entire ocean, also included the entire sea

incantation, Klein leaned backwards and fell

the blurry, distorted, separated world, he saw Chanis Gate crack open once again as he heard the heavy

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

many

carefully observed the 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 to fade, he expressed the image

looked up at him,

key to the treasure that the

pen, he untied 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.

and recited the

times, he opened his eyes and saw the topaz spinning in small circles in a clockwise fashion along with the

That meant affirmation.

vertical eye picture is really key to the treasure that the Antigonus family left behind… Klein

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

with it, only to show it to

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

notebook be sure that there are no

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

tell this to the Captain and the team. Let me

like in the letter that Sirius wrote to Mr. Z, Klein could only be certain that the treasure was related to the main peak of the

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

and touched the illusory star. He

ground, facing

had purposely learned some Jotun, finally

Father and

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 to save them even if I want to… Klein shook his

what happened to his father and mother… Klein retracted his spirituality, wrapped

dispelled the spirituality wall, changed into old but comfortable clothing, and laid

the way till half-past twelve, which was when

her new dress and fishnet hat, looking like she was

have something

was seated on the sofa, knitting his eyebrows at his grammar books. He didn’t lift his head but answered on her behalf, “Mrs. Shaud from next door told Melissa that there will be a lecture