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!

into a deep sleep. The dead were in

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

“Crimson!”

intended to disregard the consequences and

that came later wouldn’t matter if he

turn cold, Klein injected his spirituality into

illuminated his eyes as the sound of

Maynard had just propped himself up using the chair

Chamomile, as

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

extract and scattered various powders onto the flames. Klein then

the

for your loving

look

pray for the power

the power

that you purify the unclean being

…

to the red moon,

herb that belongs to the red moon, please

…

midnight breeze blew within the wall of spirituality. A thin veil of black steam started to billow from Zombie

Vision and divination to repeatedly confirm that the zombie wouldn’t “awaken”

He ended the ritual and dispelled the wall of

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

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,

what happened with the suited clown. Klein recalled the scene in

attack the left pocket of his police

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

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

Azik isn’t a descendant of Death, he definitely has a certain connection with Death. It’s logical that the objects that he carries with him would produce

he was at the scene of the incident, holding the relevant objects, and had ample information, he quickly got a result. He saw the

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

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

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