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

of

feeling weary and got into bed, but she never woke up

trace of the supernatural factor. But when everything ended, he

of spirituality and said to the waiting

time ago. The only scene that was different was when Mrs. Lauwis was patted on the back by someone.

unless they’re very, 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

looked at the corpse on the bed and

out of his pensive state and said thoughtfully, “Are you implying that the supernatural factor came into play when Mrs. Lauwis was patted? It came from the slender hand of a lady or

but this is merely my

and allowed Frye to take out his tools from his suitcase without any disturbance,

was done, they waited as he packed up his tools. After cleaning up and covering the corpse,

the side of the door, paused for quite a while before saying, “That’s it for now. Let’s head over to the

we can only hope,” Klein agreed, still

up his suitcase and while skipping and walking, he carefully went across the two floor mattresses without stepping on anyone’s

first. He told Lauwis and the tenant, “You

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

and lost, he said, “A-actually, I… I don’t have the money to bury her just yet. I have to save for another few days, just a

letting the corpse remain in the room for a

can move the body onto the table at night. When

Frye suddenly interrupted, “I’ve left you money for

saying those words in absolute calmness, he exited the apartment directly,

closely and

as hot as June or July, how would

winds, throw the corpse into the Tussock River or the Khoy River? Or just dig

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 on the

They only charged minimum fees for cremation

so, the truly poor still

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

from the Foodaholic Empire on earth queued for a

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 the door of the

each workhouse will accept daily. They can only take them in based

in the recent months has played

to queue will have to figure out a way

also try 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 find a job and fall into a vicious cycle that leads directly to death. Those who can’t withstand the hardship end up losing their struggle to stay on the good

silent for a few

publish any of this… Mr. Frye, I

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