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

churned in his mind, Klein suddenly took out a brass

if Maynard’s death

it’s an occupational hazard… Klein shook his head and laughed. His eyes grew dark as he

…

Ding!

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

The coin fell right into Klein’s open palm, revealing

other words, there weren’t any supernatural influences involved in John Maynard’s death. I guess that man died of orgasmic pleasure. The deceased shouldn’t be laughed at, so I won’t be using

Knock! Knock! Knock!

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

palm touched the knob, a scene

Inspector Tolle was standing outside the door and

the knob and

appeared before him as he pulled at his

you wait so

Sharon and obtained her statement. You can return

sorry for taking up your precious

but he smiled and said, “Madam

then hid in

head sideways

are you explaining

to explain it to you. I’m just frustrated by Madam

back?”

unfortunately. There was something abnormal about the steam locomotive. It wasn’t late.” Tolle gave an affirmative

all his personal belongings, before following Inspector Tolle down

aren’t you

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

the best lawyer

…

over subconsciously. He saw a voluptuous and fair middle-aged lady staring angrily across her. Despite having two young men holding her arms,

Aesthetic, the first thought on Klein’s mind was

brown eyes. She looked as pitiful

starred in. He quickly lifted his right hand, covered his mouth,

left molars twice and observed the people

Mrs. Maynard’s body. The colors of her aura are thinner. From the colors of her emotions, she’s definitely feeling

thinking and calmness… This is totally contrary to her appearance of panic and nervousness. As expected, a socialite ain’t no innocent bunny… Her

her, Klein was 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

working as an actress… Klein lampooned. He didn’t stay any longer and left Maynard’s house with Inspector Tolle. They took the carriage arranged by the police station and returned to

stay on duty at Chanis Gate. He took