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!

wasn’t only living things that could be put into a deep sleep. The dead were in a state of eternal sleep and would

was even such a description regarding zombies: They slumber by the day and

“Crimson!”

disregard the consequences and shoot the corpse with his

came later wouldn’t

turn cold, Klein injected

dark red flame illuminated his eyes as the

it a fatigue that affected every living being. Zombie Maynard had just propped himself up using the chair when he wavered. His

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,

with a spirituality wall with the aid of Holy Night Powder,

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

the stars and more

pray for

look over your loyal

the power

pray for the power of sleep and

the unclean being around me, the gentleman

…

a herb that belongs to the red moon, please

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

…

of spirituality. A thin veil of black steam started to

and divination to repeatedly confirm that the zombie wouldn’t

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

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

sensitivity, there were obvious signs to note if a corpse would come back to life or not, much less Klein, who was a Seer. He often had a premonition of similar matters,

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

attack the left pocket

his right palm, then reached for the pocket with his left

was a copper whistle carved with many mysterious patterns. It was the copper whistle used to

logical that the objects that he carries with him would produce such an effect… Klein nodded in thought. He took out a copper penny and did a quick

was at 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 his palm, portrait facing

be cautious that 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

obvious mark on the corpse left behind by the stroke of the cane, Klein sighed. He covered the corpse with the

now can be