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.

returned to the inn and opened the half-closed door. The boss watched him as he

the door. He didn’t

in just a few seconds, then long

of soda and a plate of spicy chicken wings were on his left. To his right was a bowl of rice and bitter bamboo shoots

it in soup with meat slices. The refreshing taste and the little bit of fat from the meat were tantalizing,

extra bowl of rice if it was paired

game, his dream changed again, presenting him

suddenly became alert, aware that

of the Tingen Daily Tribune in his hand. In front of him was a bowl of

turned to look at the door, suddenly noticing a figure standing

his face was clinging close

Klein thought, finding humor in his exasperation. He scooped up a mouthful of stew and put it into

why he became suddenly became alert in his

become aware when

left his spot by the oriel window and directly entered the house. In his black

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

on dumbfounded, unsure what the Captain was

a thumbs up. He then took out his pipe and a matchstick before taking an intoxicated

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

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

and instinctively wanted to conjure up the food he had just

stew, lamb chops, mashed

thought in frustration. So the Captain’s goal was to prevent me from eating supper in my dream? That

laugh and exited

up early, drink his coffee and eat his toast

prepared to set off back

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

expended were within the list—including

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

there’s still the Tarot Gathering at three… Why does the boss of a secret society have such a tiring life? Klein thought to himself. He took a two-hour nap

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

Klein insisted on doing a review every week and reorganize