Lord of the Mysteries

After collecting himself, Klein went down to the basement and walked to Chanis Gate. He knocked on the door to the guard room.

Inside, Royale Reideen had already packed her personal belongings. She immediately smoothed her hair and stood up when she saw the person taking over her shift.

After greeting each other with a nod, Klein suddenly said, “I’ve had some success with grasping my potion and have shared my experiences with Frye and the rest. You can ask them about it.”

Royale, who typically didn’t have much of an expression, looked at Klein with a little shock. Her lips quivered a little as she said, “Alright.”

Madam, let’s hope that you can still maintain your calm composure in a while… There are already a bunch of dazed people sitting in the recreation room right now.Klein laughed and made his way behind the table, expertly taking out the tin can which Dunn Smith used to store his Fermo coffee.

After making himself a cup of aromatic coffee, Klein sat down and relaxed. He looked out at the lonely hallway and allowed his thoughts to roam free.

Let’s hope that Mr. Azik’s mission is successful and that he doesn’t leave behind any clues. Well, even if there are clues, I can just pretend to not notice them.

I wonder where the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem is sealed behind Chanis Gate? Since it doesn’t possess any living qualities, it only needs a little space…

Come to think of it, I haven’t been inside Chanis Gate. I’m not sure what it looks like inside… To be able to keep the weird Sealed Artifacts of varying sizes safe and maintain surveillance, it must be quite special indeed. For example, the ashes of Saint Selena?

…

Many thoughts streaked past Klein’s head when he suddenly heard urgent footsteps. He focused and shot a look towards the door.

He saw Old Neil, wearing his classic black robe, appear in the corridor with a black carpet in his hands. He made his way into the guard room and said nothing, but instead observed Klein thoroughly.

“Mr. Neil, did something happen?” Klein let out a dry chuckle and took a sip of his fragrant coffee.

Old Neil sized him up and sighed.

“To think that you would find inspiration from the maxim of the Mystery Pryers and Daly…”

“I have to praise the Goddess. I also have to thank you for your teachings.” Klein gave a reply in all seriousness.

Old Neil pulled back a chair and sat down. He said, a little depressed, “How good would it be if it was twenty years ago…”

Klein maintained his silence, for he knew that Old Neil wasn’t allowed to consume any more potions because of his age and health, even if he had completely digested the one he had right now.

Under such circumstances, anything he said would’ve agitated him.

I wasn’t embarking in the right direction. Daly’s success did give me some clues, but I was already more than 50 years old back then, and had already given up on my efforts. I subconsciously thought that her success was a result of her genius, and that an average person wouldn’t be able to emulate

silent for a few minutes before he lifted

only now do I understand

should’ve had a faint understanding of the “acting method.” He immediately understood what happened after I shared my experiences… Klein consoled, “It wouldn’t have made too much of a difference. The Church doesn’t hold the Sequence 8 corresponding to Mystery

at least tell us its name. It’s also possible that the underground market might have it…” Old Neil muttered. He shook his head as he stood up. He laughed and said. “At least I didn’t lose control, and I’ve lived

the guard room a little dejected. He had lost his usual

Neil’s back and suddenly let out

perplexed as to why the higher-ups of the Church would

after some time, placing his attention on the confidential information of the Nighthawks

youth from the City of Silver into the Tarot Club and learned that the City of Silver still

of footsteps. These footsteps were slow and

Smith wearing a black windbreaker flashed

digesting the Seer potion… Klein nodded in understanding. He

for you.” Dunn extended his right arm and flicked his wrist, tossing

and tried to grab the letter, but be it his judgment or

Pa!

letter fell onto the floor, leaving Klein’s right hand extended awkwardly

hand first became rigid, then he pulled it back toward his head and

a perfunctory statement casually. He bent his back and picked up the letter, giving it

letter from Daxter Guderian… He nodded in

clear and correct recipient, Rozanne and the rest of the clerks would give the letter directly to the person that the letter was addressed to. If the recipient was anonymous or an unknown name, it would be handed over to Dunn. He could then ask around or make

piece of paper within.

the asylum doctor, Daxter, was asking for an urgent meeting at

Telepathist formula? Or is it regarding something else? Klein lifted the letter

the Psychology Alchemists, wishes to meet

anything else?” Dunn asked, as if he was

Klein shook his

to watch over Chanis Gate for the time being. I’ll go with you and hide somewhere. These urgent requests to meet could sometimes be a trap. I’ve heard of many similar incidents. Furthermore, if it’s something important, we can

reliable, trustworthy Captain without memory issues whenever we

“Alright!”

…

in the afternoon. Inside the small shooting range 9 of the Zouteland

was covered in bullet holes, then glanced at the uneasy Doctor Daxter

for you to look for mercenaries at the Hound Pub

boss of the Hound Pub, Wright, hand the letter immediately to the Blackthorn Security Company

expression and body language, then responded softly, “I find Hood Eugen