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.

skipped, then started thumping

aimed his revolver, and slowly turned

he saw a flimsy

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

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

of a living person and

fright and immediately ran into

The resentment of that aggrieved spirit is more “rigid” than the shadows. She hadn’t taken the initiative to attack back then… He thought as he walked towards the altar in the middle of the living room. It was a round table full of

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

in an attempt to comfort them, but all his hand did was pass through them helplessly. The

he changed his tone, turning his voice softer but

the morn without

suit a

only thro’ the

pattering to the ground 1

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a clear lake reflecting the moonlight and a

after the warm breath of the

said to Klein, “This is a ceremony for a terrifying curse. It’s fortunate that we’ve already destroyed

remaining spirits, then try to communicate with the spirits of the dead and

he was no longer a burden, immediately held his chest out

a few steps and extended his hands to sweep

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

you discover anyone you know?” Klein asked in

glanced at Dunn as Dunn looked at

ask any questions that tests the Captain’s memory! Klein nearly covered his face and

boss, they would definitely find an opportunity to make my life difficult because of this. Luckily, the Captain will forget about this…

be capable of differentiating reality from the dreamworld. He replied, “There’s someone you

put a candle back to

Mayer, the survivor of the Alfalfa tragedy,” Dunn replied

Anna’s fiancé… Klein 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

hand and said in a deep voice, “Instigator

the lives that were cut short as a sacrifice, intending to curse all survivors of the Alfalfa

murders, he would’ve been noticed by the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and the Machinery Hivemind.

nodded first, then he shook his

in Tingen. His curse

host of the ritual is a female,

creased his eyebrows and asked, “Perhaps it’s an expert that the Theosophy Order

origins of the Theosophy Order might involve the Demoness Sect. It’s fairly normal for their

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

the

the Evernight Goddess, the Mistress of Calm and Silence. He prayed that the shadows inside and outside the house would be