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.

a nice person… Klein laughed and walked faster. He returned to the inn and opened the

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

became heavy in just a few seconds, then

where he was playing a game he hadn’t beaten. A cup of soda and a plate of spicy chicken

bamboo shoots, but he liked it in soup with meat slices. The refreshing taste and the little bit of fat from the meat were tantalizing, a

rice if it was

supper and continue playing his game, his dream changed again, presenting him with the internal

aware

Tribune in his hand. In front of him was a bowl of tomato oxtail

figure standing outside the window

was clinging close

scare someone in their dreams? Is this your way of acting as an Nightmare? Klein thought, finding humor in his exasperation. He scooped up a mouthful of stew and put it into his

became suddenly became alert

would naturally become aware when someone

the oriel window and directly entered the house. In his black

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

dumbfounded, unsure what the Captain was

exhaled in satisfaction and gave Klein a thumbs up. He then took out his

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

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,

to prevent me from eating supper in my dream?

out a laugh and exited his dream, once again falling

Klein, who had no choice but to wake up early, drink his coffee and eat his toast and bacon. He hurried out of town to

seven in the morning, they prepared

typewriter after Dunn, the most energized of the lot, returned Sealed Artifact 3-0782 to the back of Chanis Gate. He

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

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

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

could be recalled using divination. He was afraid that he would disregard

also the reason Klein insisted on doing a review every week and reorganize all the information