Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 120

“There is the presence of supernatural factors…” Klein’s eyes returned to normal, and he looked at Leonard and Frye.

Leonard suddenly chuckled.

“Very professional, and deserving of the title of Seer.”

Are you trying to hint at something… Klein muttered in his head.

Frye opened his suitcase and took out a silver knife and other tools. He paused and asked, “The corpse tells me that she really died of a sudden heart attack. Do you have any way to divine a more detailed answer?”

Klein nodded seriously and said, “I can attempt to combine a mediumship ritual and a dream divination. Hopefully, I’ll be able to obtain something from Mrs. Lauwis’s remaining spirituality.”

Frye maintained his cold and reserved state. He took two steps back and said, “Give it a try.”

He turned his head sideways and looked at Klein. He suddenly sighed without much fluctuation in his tone. “You’re getting more and more used to this kind of situation.”

It’s not like I wanted it… Klein had an urge to cry. He then took out the bottles of pure dew, essential oils, and herbal powder. Then, he quickly set up the mediumship ritual.

He chanted the honored titles of the Evernight Goddess in the middle of the spirituality wall and recited his prayers in Hermes.

Soon, wind spun around him and the light grew dimmer.

Klein’s eyes turned entirely black, and he repeated the divination statement, “The cause of Mrs. Lauwis’s death.

“The cause of Mrs. Lauwis’s death.”

…

He entered the dreamland whilst standing and ‘saw’ a translucent spirit lingering around the corpse.

Then, he extended his illusory right hand to touch Mrs. Lauwis’s remaining spirituality.

In an instance, light burst out in front of him as scenes flashed past, one after another.

There was a skinny and sallow lady dressed in ragged clothes, busily making matchboxes.

She suddenly paused and held her chest.

She was speaking to her two children.

Her body wavered as she gasped for air.

black bread when someone suddenly

of

and got into bed, but she never woke up

observed every single detail, intending to look for a trace of the supernatural factor. But when everything ended, he still hadn’t gained any clues. As the blurriness shattered, Klein left the

and said to the waiting

a long time ago. The only scene that was different was

hospital, time is not something they can afford to lose. A day without work might mean no

the corpse on the bed and sighed

implying that the supernatural factor came into play when Mrs. Lauwis was patted? It

is merely my interpretation.

ended. He and Leonard stepped back to the other side of the bed and allowed Frye to take

the corpse, he turned around and said, “Her death was

“That’s it for now. Let’s head

can only hope,” Klein agreed, still filled with

while skipping and walking, he carefully went across the two floor mattresses

door and walked out of the room first.

a hurry to bury the body. Wait for another day, as there might be one

lightly and replied in a hurry. Then, feeling numbed and lost, he said, “A-actually, I… I don’t have the money to bury her just yet. I have

shocked and asked, “You plan on letting the corpse

can move the body onto the table

he finished what he had to say, Frye suddenly interrupted, “I’ve left you money

saying those words in absolute calmness, he exited the apartment directly, unbothered by Lauwis’s

and thought

as June or July, how

the corpse into the Tussock River or the Khoy River? Or

been established more than a thousand years ago, at the end of the previous Epoch. The seven major churches and imperial households from each country had approved the law in order to cut down

in charge of keeping watch and patrolling. They only charged

truly poor still couldn’t afford

Street, the three Nighthawks and Bitsch Mountbatten parted ways. Silently, they took a turn

Klein saw a long queue. It was just like when the people from the Foodaholic Empire on earth queued for a shop that gone viral on

no, closer to two hundred,” he muttered in surprised. He saw the people queuing were in tattered clothes with numb expressions. They only occasionally looked towards

a limit to the number of homeless poor each workhouse will accept daily. They can only take them in based on the queue order. Of course, the workhouse will examine and refuse entry to those

in the recent months has played a

to figure out a

their luck in the other workhouses. Different workhouses have different operating hours. However, each one has the same long line. Some of them would wait from two in the afternoon.” Frye paused. “The rest of the people mostly starve for a day. Then, they lose their ability to

a few seconds

of this… Mr. Frye, I

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