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.

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

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

heavy in just a few seconds, then long and

game he hadn’t beaten. A cup of soda and a plate of spicy chicken wings were on his left. To his right was a bowl of rice and bitter bamboo

The refreshing taste and the little bit of

extra bowl of rice if it was paired with some good

playing his game, his dream changed again, presenting him

alert, aware

at the side of the dining 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

figure standing outside the window

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

not 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

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

aware when someone

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

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

looked on dumbfounded, unsure what

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

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

Captain’s back, unable to collect

down at the empty plates and instinctively wanted to conjure

stew, lamb chops, mashed potatoes didn’t

frustration. So the Captain’s goal was to prevent me from eating supper in my dream? That sure is a nightmare… This

and exited his

early, drink his coffee and eat his toast

they prepared

36 Zouteland Street. Fyre 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

looked on from the side, satisfied that the items he had expended were

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

boss of a secret society have such a tiring life? Klein thought to himself. He

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

the reason Klein insisted on doing a review every