Lord of the Mysteries

“What?” The bearlike Tolle jumped in shock and looked at Klein before looking into the room. With agility that wasn’t suited to his body, he dashed in.

He pulled back the white cloth that covered the corpse and after examining the body carefully, he heaved a breath of relief.

“It’s better than I imagined. It’s not that serious a problem.”

Maybe I should’ve drawn my revolver and shot Maynard five times with demon hunting bullets. Let’s see if you find that serious or not… Klein lampooned inwardly and pointed outside the door.

“That’s all that you need me for, right?”

“No!” Tolle shouted. “Wait a moment.”

Klein asked, puzzled, “Why?”

Tolle explained seriously, “We have to prevent any accidents from happening. After we talk to Madam Sharon and get her testimony, I’ll send you back to Zouteland Street.”

If Maynard can resurrect after being dead for ten hours, what else couldn’t happen? What would I do if you leave? Tolle added in his head.

“Alright.” Klein massaged his temple and said, “Find a quiet room for me to rest in then.”

He wasn’t feeling his best in every aspect as he had just advanced a day ago. Having just performed multiple ritual ceremonies, used two charms, and suffered a nontrivial scare, he needed to enter Cogitation to eliminate any problems.

Klein was now extremely cautious about losing control.

Tolle covered the dead body with the white cloth again. He obviously relaxed and replied, “No problem.”

He brought Klein to a guest room that was closer to the sunlit side of the house. He pointed and said, “Inspector Moretti, don’t worry. No one will disturb you. I’ll be paying Madam Sharon a visit first.”

Klein nodded slightly and watched him walk away. Then, he closed the door and drew the curtains.

In the dim and silent bedroom, he slowly walked over to the rocking chair and sat down comfortably. He allowed his body to rock back and forth rhythmically.

There were countless spherical phantasmal lights overlapping in his mind. The buzzing sounds in Klein’s ears and the throbbing ache in his head slowly vanished, bit by bit.

When his situation stabilized, he opened his eyes and looked into the darkness. He outlined a bed, cupboard, and other furniture. Then, he calmly thought about his earlier attempts.

There isn’t much feedback from a few exaggerated jokes…

Maybe I have yet to control the powers of the Clown potion, as there are still remnant negative effects… Of course, I can’t eliminate the possibility that such “acting” has little effect.

Personally, I’m not quite willing to play the role of a clown. But since I picked the Sequence pathway, I can only bite the bullet and continue…

Actually, everyone has to act like a clown at one point or another in their lives. I don’t have to be so uncomfortable with the idea.

quickly understand a Clown’s core

various thoughts churned in his mind, Klein

he divined if Maynard’s

grew dark as

…

Ding!

slouched into the rocking chair. He watched its brass luster twinkle as

The coin fell right into Klein’s open palm, revealing the number 1⁄2 facing

John Maynard’s death. I guess that man died of orgasmic pleasure. The deceased shouldn’t be laughed at, so I won’t be

Knock! Knock! Knock!

rhythmic knocking, Klein tidied his clothing, put on his policeman’s peak cap, and

the knob, a scene appeared

bearlike Inspector Tolle was standing outside the door and pulling his collar. His

knob and

him as he pulled at his

making you

her statement. You can return to

sorry for taking up

the reason for his current emotions but he smiled and said, “Madam Sharon admitted that

found out that he died of a heart attack, she was very afraid so she fled the room after she tidied herself up. She then

his head sideways and

you

smile. “Oh yeah, I don’t have to explain it to you. I’m just frustrated

back?” Klein

It

further but checked if he had all

you

to sue her, and I want to sue all of you

best lawyer to

…

He saw a voluptuous and fair middle-aged lady staring angrily

in Backlund this year… Having frequently read the magazine, Ladies Aesthetic, the first thought on Klein’s mind was something unrelated to the situation. He then saw a few gentlemen protecting a lady

lady was in a long black dress with fair smooth skin, waterfall-like brown hair, and brown eyes. She looked as pitiful as a fawn in the woods.

starred in. He quickly

left molars twice and observed the

of her aura are thinner. From the colors of her emotions, she’s definitely feeling anger and hatred, which is

is totally contrary to her appearance of panic and nervousness. As expected, a socialite ain’t no

about to retract his gaze when he suddenly saw Madam Sharon lift her head and steal a glance in his direction. Then, she lowered her head again and put on a trembling trepid

He didn’t stay

to stay on duty at Chanis Gate.