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.

the inn and

locking the door. He didn’t wash up, but instead fell directly

became heavy in just a

beaten. A cup of soda and a plate of spicy chicken wings were on his left. To his right was a bowl

didn’t like bitter bamboo shoots, but he liked it in soup with meat slices. The refreshing taste and the little bit of fat from the meat

rice if it was paired with some good sauce

enjoy his supper and continue playing his game, his dream

alert, aware that

the Tingen Daily Tribune in his

to look at the door, suddenly noticing a figure standing outside the window of the living room,

was clinging close to the window as

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

this is my cooking! He sighed to himself. He understood why he became suddenly became alert in his dream, why the scene of him on

when

moment, Dunn left his spot by the oriel window and directly entered the house. In his black windbreaker,

picking up cutlery

dumbfounded, unsure what the Captain was

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

put on his hat and bowed before leaving the

unable to collect himself for a long

empty plates and instinctively wanted to conjure up the food he

oxtail stew, lamb chops, mashed

A Nightmare can do that? Klein twitched his lips and thought in frustration. So the Captain’s goal was to prevent me from eating supper in

and exited his dream, once

day, Klein, who had no choice but to wake up early, drink his coffee and eat his toast and bacon.

they prepared to set off

Sealed Artifact 3-0782 to the back of Chanis Gate. He took advantage of the fact

the items he had expended were within the list—including the materials he used to drive the

he had arranged to meet the asylum’s Doctor Daxter at one

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

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

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