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!

things that could be put into a deep sleep. The dead were

books on mysticism, there was even such a description regarding zombies: They slumber by

“Crimson!”

once again recited the incantation in Hermes. He intended to disregard the consequences

problems that came later wouldn’t matter if

he felt the silver rectangular plate in his palm turn cold, Klein injected his spirituality into it and tossed the charm

red flame illuminated his eyes as the sound of a

forth, bringing with it a fatigue that affected every living being. Zombie Maynard had just propped himself up using the chair when he wavered. His eyes closed, and he fell on his back with

as well as the bark of the Drago tree, and

that, he sealed the surrounding area with a spirituality wall with the aid of

a few drops of essential oil extract and scattered various powders onto the flames. Klein then took a step back and cautiously looked at Zombie Maynard. He then

Goddess, nobler than the stars

pray for your

you look

pray for the power of

power of sleep and

being around me, the gentleman

…

herb that belongs to the red

belongs to the red moon, please bestow your

…

was as if a midnight breeze blew within the wall of spirituality. A thin

settled, Klein used his Spirit Vision and divination to

worries eased. He ended the ritual and dispelled the wall

life?” Klein stood in front of Maynard, who was on the carpet. He knitted his brows as he looked down at the

signs to note if a corpse would come back to life or not, much less Klein, who was a Seer. He

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

trying to attack

palm, then reached for the pocket with his left hand. He

copper whistle carved with many mysterious patterns. It was the copper whistle

descendant of Death, he definitely has a certain connection with Death. It’s logical that the objects that he carries with him would produce such an effect… Klein nodded in thought. He took out a

objects, and had ample information, he quickly got a result. He saw the copper penny fall into his palm, portrait

these things could happen… Well… He’s an amnesiac, so it’s not uncommon to forget this. Besides, the copper whistle might not have had negative effects when it was on him. There’s a high possibility that it was suppressed. I shouldn’t take this copper whistle with me when I’m at cemeteries or ancient castles, places that are prone to hauntings. Otherwise, I’ll just be finding trouble for myself and crazily court death…Klein silently made a mental note. He then carried the naked Maynard back onto

of the cane, Klein sighed. He covered the corpse with the piece of white cloth and pretended

department to vex over it! Oh, and the two charms I used just now can be considered mission-related expenses,