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.

and withstood the

spirit sitting on the seat

a minute of silence, Klein conjured a piece of goatskin parchment and wrote down a divination

that the Misfortune Cloth Puppet

rough shape of the picture due to his anxiety. But that wasn’t a problem for

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

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 the entire

the entire ocean, also included the entire sea region surrounding the

incantation, Klein leaned backwards and fell

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

black classic regal gown leaned into the opening of the door and unfurled the paper that it

many

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

up at him, looking both sinister and

eye, “This is key to the treasure that the

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

his eyes and recited the sentence with his mind

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

That meant affirmation.

is really key to the treasure that the Antigonus family left behind… Klein nodded in deep

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

to the treasure with it, only to show it to me

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

the notebook be sure that there are

that family… If I shared their bloodline, the original

seem to matter if I tell this to the Captain and the

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

that the crimson star

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

man was kneeling on the ground, facing the pure crystal

learned some Jotun, finally understood one of the

Father and

the mysterious ruler above the giant is totally powerless. I

what happened to his father

wall, changed into old but comfortable clothing, and

the way till half-past twelve, which was when Melissa

saw Melissa bring out her new dress and fishnet hat, looking like she

have something this afternoon?” Klein

her behalf, “Mrs. Shaud from next door told Melissa that there will be a lecture regarding family