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

having the symptoms of a heart attack again and

was feeling weary and got into bed,

detail, intending to look for a trace of the supernatural factor. But when everything ended, he still hadn’t

said to the waiting Frye

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

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

looked at the corpse on the bed

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

“Yes, but this is merely

other side of the bed and allowed Frye to take out

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

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 clues. Maybe we can link the

only hope,” Klein agreed, still

his suitcase and while skipping and walking, he carefully went

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

hurry to bury the body. Wait for another day,

money to bury her just

was shocked and asked, “You plan on letting the corpse remain in the room for a

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

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

apartment directly, unbothered by Lauwis’s

followed closely and thought

still as hot as June or July, how would Lauwis deal with

into the Tussock River or the Khoy River? Or just dig

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 on the number of

and patrolling. They only charged minimum fees for cremation

even so, the truly poor still couldn’t afford

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

It was just like when the people from the Foodaholic

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

slowed down and said coldly, “There is a limit to the number of homeless poor each workhouse will accept daily. They can only take

the recent months has played

to figure out a

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

for a few seconds before

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

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