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.

bread when someone suddenly

symptoms of a heart

feeling weary and got into bed, but

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

the wall of spirituality and said to the waiting Frye and amused

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

to a doctor unless they’re very, very sick. Even if they were to queue at a free charity hospital, time is not something they

corpse on the

you implying that the supernatural factor came into play when

this is merely my interpretation.

bed and allowed Frye to take out his tools from his suitcase without any disturbance, so he could do a

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

hearing the conclusion, Leonard paced back and forth. He even walked to the side of the door, paused for quite a while before saying, “That’s it for now. Let’s

hope,” Klein agreed, still

walking, he carefully went across the two floor mattresses without stepping on anyone’s

door and walked out of the room first. He told Lauwis and the tenant, “You can

in a hurry to bury the body. Wait for another

the money to bury her just yet. I have to save for another few days, just a few more days. Luckily, the weather is turning

asked, “You plan on letting the corpse remain in the room for a few

“Yea, thankfully, the weather became colder recently. I can move the body onto the table at night. When we eat, I can carry

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

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

followed closely and thought

as hot as June or July, how would Lauwis

into the Tussock River or the Khoy River? Or just dig a hole and bury

at the end of the previous Epoch. The seven major churches and imperial households from each

keeping watch and patrolling. They only charged minimum fees for cremation

the truly poor still couldn’t afford

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

queue. It was just like when the people from the Foodaholic Empire on

muttered in surprised. He saw the people queuing were

coldly, “There is 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

figure out a way of their own?”

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

silent for a few seconds before letting out a

publish any of this… Mr. Frye,

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