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 at the long bronze

silence, Klein conjured a piece

picture that the Misfortune

only managed to remember the rough shape of the picture due to his anxiety. But that wasn’t a

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 information and turned it into the subconscious, which formed

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

incantation, Klein leaned backwards and

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

black classic regal gown leaned into the opening of

piece of paper, there were many mysterious symbols that collectively formed a

of the uniqueness of the world above the gray fog and the memory that had

at

key to the treasure that the Antigonus family

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. There weren’t any obvious

his eyes and recited the sentence with

he opened his eyes and saw the topaz spinning in small circles in a clockwise fashion

That meant affirmation.

that the Antigonus

there are no descendants of the Antigonus family left. Hence, the notebook views me, the Seer that interacted with

and left the key to the treasure with it, only

the logic, but it still doesn’t seem very

the notebook be sure that there are no more descendants

family… If I shared their bloodline, the original Klein wouldn’t have committed suicide to

matter if I tell this to the Captain and the team. Let

detailed information. Just 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 Hornacis mountain range and

the matters, Klein noticed that the crimson star from

prayers and touched the illusory star. He saw the brown-haired young man who wore the unique black tight suit

kneeling on the ground, facing the pure

who had purposely learned some Jotun, finally understood one of the

Father

old… What a pity; the mysterious ruler above the giant is totally powerless. I don’t have

when I master more Jotun vocabulary and can understand what happened to his father and mother… Klein

his bedroom, he dispelled the spirituality wall, changed into old but comfortable clothing,

was when Melissa

bring out her new dress and fishnet hat, looking like she was going

have something this afternoon?” Klein asked,

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 regarding family affairs in the municipal