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 second floor before he entered

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

breathing became heavy in just a

of soda and a plate of spicy chicken

but he liked it in soup with meat slices. The refreshing taste and the little bit of fat

if it was paired

and continue playing his game, his dream changed again, presenting him with the internal layout of 2 Daffodil

became alert, aware that he was

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

the door, suddenly noticing a figure standing outside the window of the living room, silently staring

was clinging close to the window as he silently watched the

your way of acting as an Nightmare? Klein thought, finding humor in his exasperation. He scooped

to himself. He understood why he became suddenly became alert in

naturally become aware when someone

oriel window and directly entered the house. In his black windbreaker, he came silently before

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

unsure

He then took out his pipe and a

a cloud of smoke and stood up. He then put on his

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

looked down at the empty plates and instinctively wanted to conjure up the food he had just

time, the oxtail stew, lamb chops, mashed potatoes didn’t appear

Captain’s goal was to prevent me from eating supper in my dream? That sure is a nightmare… This method of acting as a Nightmare sure is

laugh and exited his dream, once

half past five the morning the next day, Klein, who had no choice but to wake up early, drink his coffee and

morning, they prepared to set off back to

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

on from the side, satisfied that the items he had expended were within the list—including the materials he

Doctor Daxter at

have such a tiring life? Klein thought to himself. He took a two-hour nap in

was afraid that he would disregard the existence of this information and even lose the ability to divine the information.

insisted on doing a review