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.

buying black bread when someone suddenly

symptoms of a heart attack again and

got into bed, but she never woke up ever

the supernatural factor. But when everything ended, he still hadn’t gained any clues. As the blurriness shattered, Klein left the dreamland and returned to

the wall of spirituality and said to

Mrs. Lauwis had a heart ailment a long time ago. The only scene that was different was when Mrs. Lauwis was patted on the

sick. Even if they were to queue at a free charity hospital, time is not something they can afford to lose. A

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

“Yes, but this is

Leonard stepped back to the other side of the bed and allowed Frye to take out his tools from his suitcase without any disturbance, so he could

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 doubt about

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 head over to the workhouse in West Borough. We’ll see if we can find other

Klein agreed, still

walking, he carefully went across the two floor

room first. He told Lauwis and the tenant,

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

said, “A-actually, I… I don’t have the money to bury her just yet. I have to save for another

letting the corpse

and replied, “Yea, thankfully, the weather became colder recently. I can move the body onto the table

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

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

closely and thought

June or July, how would Lauwis deal

a very dark night with strong winds, throw the corpse into the Tussock River

seven major churches and imperial households from each country

watch and patrolling. They

truly poor

Mountbatten parted ways. Silently, they took a turn to the nearby workhouse

closer, Klein saw a long queue. It was just like when the people from the

a hundred, 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 workhouse

to the number of homeless poor each workhouse will accept daily. They can only take them

months has

have to 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

silent for a few

never publish any of this… Mr. Frye, I hardly

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