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.

Badump! Klein’s heart skipped, then started thumping

his right hand, aimed his revolver, and slowly turned around

the dim light, he saw a flimsy branch that had nearly

corner of his lips, waved the cane, and knocked the

in

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

ran into the

that aggrieved spirit is more “rigid” than the shadows. She hadn’t taken the

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

in an attempt to comfort them, but all his

he changed his tone, turning his voice softer

the morn without a

to suit

only thro’ the

chestnut pattering to

…

seemed to see a clear lake reflecting the moonlight and a crimson moon hanging quietly,

shadows calmed down and stopped chasing after the

put down the puppet in his hand, turned around, and said to Klein, “This

then try to communicate with the spirits

no longer a burden, immediately held his chest out and said, “Yes,

and extended his hands to sweep the puppets off of

of his eyes

anyone you know?”

Dunn as Dunn looked at him.

silly… Why would I ask any questions that tests the Captain’s memory! Klein nearly covered his face and

make my life difficult because of this. Luckily, the Captain will

a short silence, Dunn seemed to finally be capable of differentiating reality from the dreamworld. He replied, “There’s someone

extended to put a candle back to where

survivor of the Alfalfa tragedy,”

to have been instigated and misled by someone, causing him

his right hand and said in a deep voice,

all survivors of the Alfalfa tragedy? Because he didn’t know who uncovered his involvement and

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

first, then he shook his

all survivors, but only survivors in Tingen. His curse ritual can only

ritual is a female,

it’s an expert

involve the Demoness

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

out the Full Moon Essence Oil, crimson sandalwood, and other ingredients, and set up the

make a sealed wall, he started praying to the Evernight Goddess, the Mistress of