Lord of the Mysteries

The exhausted Klein dispelled the sealed wall of spirituality, allowing the cool wind to blow onto his face. The scent of grass and trees that the wind carried revitalized him.

He rubbed the warm and classic Sealed Artifact 3-0782 with his hands and sighed to himself.

“Who would have thought that there would be a drop of god’s blood in this emblem? I have to assume that the experts from the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun must have tried searching for this item in the past, but couldn’t find it…”

Klein stretched his neck. He didn’t dare try anything else, keeping the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem in the inner pocket of his windbreaker.

His hand followed a chain and took out a silver vine-leaf pocket watch. He opened it to see that there was still about an hour before Corpse Collector Frye’s shift.

I need two matches to prop up my eyelids… This is a side effect of that near-death experience! Klein didn’t have any other ideas. All he could do was take out a small metal bottle from a tiny hidden pocket. He uncapped the bottle and brought it near his nose.

A pungent smell, a mix of mint and disinfectant, quickly entered his nose, giving Klein goosebumps. His senses were jolted, making him forget his fatigue temporarily.

He had learned the formula from Corpse Collector Frye. It was called Quelaag’s Oil, and it could help a person ignore the stench of rotting corpses, as well as refresh and clear the mind.

The next hour felt like torture. Klein paced around from time to time, and was bitten by the mosquitoes in the forest several times.

Finally, he saw the black-haired, blue-eyed Frye walking out of the town wearing a windbreaker and holding a cane.

Even though Frye still looked like a living corpse, Klein felt as though he was looking at his savior. He covered his mouth and let out a yawn, making his eyes teary. He made his way over and took out Sealed Artifact 3-0782 from his pocket.

“What happened?” Frye asked as he looked at his partner’s pale face.

Klein sighed and said, “I just did my shift at Chanis Gate the previous night and didn’t sleep too well in the morning, so I’m very tired.”

He didn’t elaborate further and changed the subject. “Shall I come for my next shift four hours from now?”

“Seven hours. The Captain doesn’t need sleep at night.” Frye took the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem.

I’m glad someone enjoys staying up late… Klein ridiculed the Captain under his breath. He bade goodbye to Frye and walked towards the town.

On the way back to the inn, he took out his pocket watch again and checked the time.

and walked faster. He returned to the inn and opened the half-closed door. The boss watched him as he made his way to the

coat and shoes after locking the door. He didn’t wash up, but

heavy in just a few seconds, then long and

returned to Earth where he was playing a game he hadn’t beaten. A cup of soda and a plate of spicy chicken wings were on his left. To his right was

taste and the little bit of

rice if it was paired with

as Klein was about to enjoy his supper and continue playing his game, his dream changed again, presenting him with the internal layout of 2

aware that he was

the Tingen Daily Tribune in his hand. In front of him was a bowl of tomato oxtail stew, pan-fried lamb chops, mashed

suddenly noticing a figure standing outside the window of the

his face was clinging close to the window as he silently watched

Captain, can you not scare someone in their dreams? Is this your way of acting as an Nightmare? Klein thought,

understood why he became suddenly became alert in his dream,

become aware when someone barged into

moment, Dunn left his spot by the oriel window and directly

nodded before sitting down. He didn’t stand on ceremony, picking up cutlery and quickly polishing off the stew, lamb chops, wheat bread on

unsure what

then took out his pipe and a matchstick before

then put

at the Captain’s back, unable to collect himself for

and instinctively wanted to conjure up

this time, the oxtail stew, lamb chops,

and thought in frustration. So the Captain’s goal was to prevent me from

out a laugh and exited his

wake up early, drink his coffee and eat his toast and bacon.

seven in the morning, they prepared

Sealed Artifact 3-0782 to the back of Chanis Gate. He took advantage of the fact that the clerks hadn’t arrived yet so

were within the list—including the materials

return home immediately, for he had arranged to meet the asylum’s Doctor Daxter at one

tiring life? Klein thought to himself. He took a two-hour nap in the Nighthawks break room to

could be recalled using divination. He was afraid that he

the reason Klein insisted on doing a