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.

He returned to the inn and opened the half-closed door.

He didn’t wash up, but instead fell directly onto the

in just a few seconds,

of soda and a plate

in soup with meat slices. The refreshing taste and the little bit

extra bowl of rice if it was paired with some good

game, his dream changed

suddenly became alert, aware that he was

in his

figure standing outside the window of the living

the gray-eyed Dunn. Half his face was clinging close to the window as he silently watched the people

an Nightmare? Klein thought, finding humor in his exasperation. He scooped up a mouthful of stew and put

he became suddenly became alert in his

would naturally become aware when someone

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

and nodded before sitting down. He didn’t stand on ceremony, picking up

unsure what the

gave Klein a thumbs up. He then took out his pipe and a

a cloud of smoke and stood up. He then put on his hat and bowed before leaving the house and

Klein looked at the Captain’s back, unable

the empty plates and instinctively wanted to conjure up the food he had

this time, the oxtail stew, lamb chops, mashed potatoes

that? Klein twitched his lips and thought in frustration. So the Captain’s goal was to prevent me from eating supper in my dream? That sure is

and exited

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

morning, they prepared to set off back to

sat behind the typewriter after Dunn, the most energized 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 he could write a report on the mission and the claims

the items he had expended were within the list—including the materials

to meet the asylum’s Doctor Daxter at one in the afternoon at the agreed upon

secret society have such a tiring life? Klein thought to himself. He took a two-hour nap in the Nighthawks break

forget the information he had obtained the previous day. He wasn’t worried that he would forget, for the information could be recalled using divination. He was afraid that he would disregard the existence of this information and even lose the ability to divine the information. Thus, he recalled the pieces of information once again before he

was also the reason Klein insisted on doing a review every