Lord of the Mysteries

Before Klein could come up with any new ideas, he saw the rigid Maynard lift both his hands up. Its body lunged forward to his left amidst the sound of hurtling wind!

In the past, his dulled reactions under such sudden, unexpected situations would’ve made it hard for him to avoid this. Even if he had noticed the attack ahead of time, he would have had to roll away to avoid the fast-moving corpse.

But now, Klein could nearly react on instinct. He stomped down with his bright, buttonless leather boots and jumped diagonally onto the high-back chair.

As it had only been a day since he advanced, he was still getting used to his power, agility, and speed. He had accidentally leaped too high into the air and landed on the top of the chair’s high-back!

It was a narrow edge. Klein’s heart tightened as he quickly controlled his body and adjusted his center of gravity.

He wavered for a moment and surprisingly managed to stabilize himself, like a black cat flaunting its balance and poise.

As he was wavering, he flailed his left arm, swinging his cane into the zombie’s ribs as it pounced forward. The strike caused it to lose its balance as it staggered and fell onto the carpet.

Klein was standing on top of the chair as he felt for his revolver by raising his right arm. He attempted to pull it out from the holster so that he could deliver a silver demon hunting bullet at the zombie in front of him.

But in that instant, he suddenly wondered about the aftermath.

If he were to blow a hole in Member of Parliament Maynard’s corpse, how was he going to explain the cause of death to the deceased’s family or Members of Parliament who were focusing on the matter?

All I did was double-tap his corpse?

As he was thinking, Klein reached into the pocket of his police uniform and felt for a triangular plate.

The Requiem Charm… He quickly made a decision. He took out the silver amulet without hesitation and let out a low shout in Hermes, “Crimson!”

As the incantation reverberated within the room, the charm started to release a peaceful aura. Klein quickly infused his spirituality into the amulet and tossed it to Zombie Maynard who was struggling to get up.

A cold blue fire appeared, enveloping the triangular plate. A serene and gentle black aura spread forth rapidly, eliminating the anxiety and worry of the soul.

Zombie Maynard stopped there, his eyes staring blankly at the ground. His saliva dripped onto the carpet.

Klein heaved a sigh of relief and planned to take out the materials and set up a ritual to purify the desecrated being, but suddenly, Maynard once again let out a groan, his blank eyes focused on the left pocket of Klein’s police uniform again.

Shit… Klein leaped from the top of the chair to the ledge of the oriel window.

At the same time, he heard the sound of the chair breaking.

Klein had no choice but to take out a rectangular silver plate.

The Slumber Charm!

be put into a deep sleep. The dead were in a state

certain books on mysticism, there was even such a description regarding zombies:

“Crimson!”

intended to disregard the consequences and shoot the corpse with his revolver

wouldn’t matter

rectangular plate in his palm turn cold, Klein injected his spirituality into it and tossed

red flame illuminated his eyes as the sound of

spread forth, bringing with it a fatigue that affected every living being. Zombie Maynard had just propped himself up using

what had just happened, Klein didn’t dare to relax. He immediately took out the Amantha extract distilled from Night vanilla, Slumber flower, and Chamomile, as well as the bark of the Drago tree, and

wall with the aid of Holy Night Powder, encompassing the altar and the

various powders onto the flames. Klein then took a step

Goddess, nobler than the

for your

pray that you look over your

pray for the power of

power of

pray that you purify the unclean being around me,

…

a herb that belongs to the red moon, please bestow your powers to

flower, a herb that belongs to the red moon, please bestow

…

within the wall of spirituality. A thin veil of black steam

Spirit Vision and divination to repeatedly confirm that

results, his worries eased. He ended the ritual and dispelled the wall of

suddenly come back to life?” Klein stood in front of Maynard, who was on the carpet. He

much less Klein, who was a Seer. He often had a premonition of similar matters, but

at play… Just like what happened with the suited clown. Klein recalled the scene

been trying to attack the left pocket

then reached for the pocket with his left hand. He took out the ancient

whistle carved with many mysterious patterns. It

Even if Mr. Azik isn’t a descendant of Death, he definitely has a certain connection with Death. It’s logical that the objects that

the scene of the incident, holding the relevant objects, and had ample information, he quickly got a result. He saw the copper penny fall into

was suppressed. I shouldn’t take this

the cane, Klein sighed. He covered the corpse with the piece

vex over it! Oh, and the two charms I used just now can be considered mission-related expenses, so I can get compensated… He