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.

to quickly understand a Clown’s

his mind, Klein suddenly took

if

Klein shook his head and laughed. His eyes grew dark as

…

Ding!

chair. He watched

open palm,

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 peak

palm touched the knob, a scene appeared in his

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

the knob and opened the door

him as he

making you

Madam Sharon and obtained her statement. You can return

for taking up your

for his current emotions but he smiled and said,

up. She then hid in her own guest room. We don’t have enough reason to raise charges against her right now, so we had to let her go while restricting some

his head sideways and

are you explaining

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

wife is back?” Klein asked in

It wasn’t late.” Tolle gave an affirmative answer in a

but checked if he had all his personal belongings, before following Inspector Tolle

aren’t you

her, and I want to sue all

best

…

lady staring angrily

thought on Klein’s mind was something unrelated to the situation. He then saw a few gentlemen protecting a lady

long black dress with fair smooth skin, waterfall-like brown hair, and brown eyes. She looked as pitiful as

the “porno” she had starred in. He quickly lifted his right hand,

his left molars twice and

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

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

lift her head and steal

been fooled by your act… You should consider working as an actress… Klein lampooned. He didn’t stay

from the Captain, he continued to stay on duty at Chanis Gate. He took the opportunity to write a