Lord of the Mysteries

Klein was hidden in the shadows of a building dozens of meters away from the target building. He heard the faint sound of gunshots and the howling of violent winds.

If the enemy runs towards me, should I draw my gun or should I pretend that I didn’t see him? He thought as he shivered in cold sweat.

A Beyonder that could, through various means, cut short the lives of others definitely wasn’t a Sequence 9 or Sequence 8 Beyonder. They certainly wouldn’t be someone that a Seer like him could fight against face to face. Even if he sacrificed himself, he might not be able to slow the target down enough for Dunn and Leonard to catch up with him.

It was fortunate that the Evernight Goddess, the Mistress of Disaster, seemed to hear her ‘loyal’ guard’s prayers. No one ran towards the location where Klein was hiding.

After a few minutes, he heard a melodious song coming from the target building.

Cocking his ears to the side so he could hear better, Klein confirmed that it was the popular local tune that Leonard Mitchell always hummed. It was filled with base words.

Phew. He let out a breath of relief. He held his gun in one hand and his cane in the other. He then walked out of the shadows towards the target building.

The popular local tune was the meeting signal that he had agreed upon with Dunn and the rest!

Klein took two steps and suddenly paused. He leaned his cane against the metal fencing and switched the revolver to his other hand.

Then, he took off the silver chain inside his sleeve and let the topaz pendant hang down naturally.

Klein waited till the topaz stabilized and immediately closed his eyes and entered a Cogitation state. He recited a divination statement, “The singing earlier was an illusion.

“The singing earlier was an illusion.”

…

After repeating seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the pendant spinning counterclockwise.

“It’s not an illusion…” Klein put away his pendulum, grabbed his cane, and quickly got close to the arch-shaped metal gate leading to the target building. He then passed the black cane to his right hand and held it with the revolver.

He extended his hands to touch the fence, intending to push it open, but he suddenly felt a piercing chill. It was as though someone had poured a bucket of ice down his neck without warning.

Klein hissed and jerked his hands back, his teeth clenched.

“It’s just like winter here…” Under the dim starlight and distant street lamp, he looked through the garden behind the metal fencing. He saw the withered branches, fallen flowers, and leaves covered with white frost on the brown soil.

Amazing! Klein marveled in his head. He bent his fingers and tapped his glabella to activate his Spirit Vision.

He returned his silver-inlaid cane to his left hand and pushed it against the fence to open the closed gate.

The gate squeaked, and he passed through it sideways. He stepped onto the stone path that led directly to the grayish-blue building. On both sides of the path were twisted plants that seemed to resemble ghouls in the dark.

The scene reminded Klein of various horror stories and paranormal films.

He subconsciously slowed down his breathing and walked faster. However, after just a few more steps, someone suddenly patted his left shoulder.

Klein’s heart skipped,

hand, aimed his revolver, and slowly turned

he saw a flimsy branch that had

is what we call ‘scaring ourselves’?” Klein twitched the corner of his lips, waved the

moving forward as faint sobs sounded in his ears. Blurry, translucent “shadows” appeared before

shadows had swarmed over after feeling the breaths of a living person and the warmth of flesh and

jumped in fright and immediately ran into the

Sir Deweyville… The resentment of that aggrieved spirit is more “rigid” than the shadows. She hadn’t taken the

his back to Klein. He took one puppet after another and

looked at the floating shadows and extended his hand in an attempt to comfort them, but all his hand did was pass through them helplessly. The shadows

Mitchell noticed Klein’s arrival, he changed his tone, turning his voice softer but

morn without

suit a calmer

only thro’ the

pattering to the

…

recitation of the poem, Klein seemed to see a clear lake reflecting the moonlight and a

down and stopped chasing after the warm breath of the living

the puppet in his hand, turned around, and said to Klein, “This is a ceremony for

communicate with the

burden, immediately held his chest

and extended his hands to sweep

the corner of his eyes that every puppet had a name and

you know?”

he glanced at Dunn as Dunn looked at

I ask any questions that tests the Captain’s memory! Klein nearly covered

make my life difficult because of this. Luckily, the Captain will forget about this… I wonder if that’s an advantage or a disadvantage?

be capable of differentiating reality from the dreamworld. He

to put a candle back to

the Alfalfa tragedy,” Dunn replied

suddenly thought of Salus in the workhouse. He seemed to have been instigated and misled by someone, causing him to bring forward his rage and committing

and said in a deep voice,

a sacrifice, intending to curse all survivors of the Alfalfa tragedy? Because he didn’t know who uncovered his involvement and

been impossible to wipe out all the targets scattered throughout Tingen. After two or three murders, he would’ve been noticed by the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and the Machinery Hivemind. Then, he would’ve lost his chance to continue his murdering spree. Klein filled in the blanks

then he shook

all survivors, but only survivors in Tingen. His curse ritual can only affect the people within

the ritual is

creased his eyebrows and asked, “Perhaps it’s an expert

Order might involve the Demoness Sect.

with your judgment. Although we only encountered that woman and not Tris, there are guesses that we can make.

further. He set the three candles in place, took out the Full Moon Essence Oil, crimson

Goddess, the Mistress of Calm and Silence.