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.

was buying black bread when someone

was having the symptoms of a heart attack again

bed, but

everything ended, he still hadn’t gained any clues. As the blurriness shattered, Klein left

the wall of spirituality and said

a long time ago. The only scene

very sick. Even if they were to queue at a free charity hospital, time is not something they can afford to lose. A day without work might mean no food on the table the next day.” Leonard

the corpse on the bed and sighed

his pensive state and said thoughtfully, “Are you implying that the supernatural factor came into play

this is merely my interpretation.

and Leonard stepped back to the other side of the bed and allowed Frye to

up his tools. After cleaning up and covering the corpse, he turned around and said, “Her death was caused by a natural heart disease. There’s no

side of the door, paused for quite a while before saying, “That’s it for now. Let’s head over to the workhouse in West Borough. We’ll see if we can find other clues. Maybe we can link the two

only hope,” Klein

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

the room first. He told

a moment before adding, “Don’t be in a hurry to bury the body. Wait for another day, as

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

plan on letting the corpse remain in the room for a

I can move the body onto

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

he exited the apartment directly, unbothered by Lauwis’s shocked expression and gratitude that

closely and

as June or July, how would Lauwis

corpse into the Tussock River or the Khoy River?

been established more than a thousand years ago, at the end of the previous Epoch. The seven

and patrolling. They only charged minimum fees for cremation

so, the truly poor still couldn’t afford

at Lower Street, the three Nighthawks and Bitsch Mountbatten parted ways. Silently, they took a turn to the nearby workhouse in

was just like when the people from the Foodaholic Empire on

the people queuing were in tattered clothes with numb expressions. They only occasionally looked towards the door of the

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 who fail to meet the

recession in the recent months

figure out

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 find a job and fall into a vicious cycle that leads directly to

a few

publish any of this… Mr. Frye, I hardly ever hear you speak

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