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, then started thumping

hand, aimed his revolver, and slowly

saw a flimsy branch that

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

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

after feeling the breaths of a living person and the warmth of flesh

ran into

Deweyville… The resentment of that aggrieved spirit is more “rigid” than the shadows. She hadn’t taken the initiative to attack back then… He thought

stood right before the altar with his back to Klein. He took one puppet after another and

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 didn’t attack him, seemingly

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

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to suit

only thro’

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a clear lake reflecting the moonlight and a crimson moon

after the warm

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

then try to communicate with the spirits of the dead and see if you can

that he was no longer a burden, immediately

the altar in a few steps and extended his hands to sweep the

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

anyone you know?” Klein asked in

at Dunn as Dunn looked at him. Both

ask any questions that tests the Captain’s

this. Luckily, the Captain will forget about this… I wonder if that’s an advantage or a disadvantage?

seemed to finally be capable of differentiating reality from the dreamworld. He replied,

to put a candle back to where it was supposed to

Mayer, the survivor of the Alfalfa

the workhouse. He seemed to have been instigated and misled by someone, causing him to bring forward his rage

said in a

cut short as a sacrifice, intending to curse all survivors of

After two or three murders, he would’ve been noticed by the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and the Machinery Hivemind. Then, he

first, then he

His curse ritual can only affect the people

the ritual is a female,

an expert that the

might involve the Demoness Sect. It’s fairly normal for their experts to be

are guesses that we can make. Such as, the woman and

the Full Moon Essence Oil, crimson sandalwood, and other ingredients, and

wall, he started praying to the Evernight Goddess, the Mistress of Calm