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.

understand

in his mind, Klein suddenly took

he divined if Maynard’s

head and laughed. His eyes grew dark as he recited repeatedly, “John Maynard’s death was due

…

Ding!

He watched its brass luster twinkle as it rotated

fell right into Klein’s open palm, revealing the number

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!

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

right palm touched the knob, a scene appeared in

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

and opened the door

as he pulled at his

you wait

Sharon and obtained her

taking up your

but he smiled and said, “Madam Sharon admitted that she was with

Maynard didn’t manage to control themselves. When she 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 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 of her freedom. We’ll have to wait for the autopsy,” Inspector Tolle explained in

leaned his head sideways

are you explaining

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

back?” Klein asked

There was something abnormal about the steam locomotive. It wasn’t

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

you

want to sue her, and I want

hire the best lawyer to sue

…

entered Klein’s ears, and he looked over subconsciously. He saw a voluptuous and fair middle-aged lady

Backlund this year… Having frequently read the magazine, Ladies Aesthetic, the first thought on Klein’s mind was something unrelated to

brown hair, and brown eyes. She looked as pitiful as a fawn in the woods. It made people want

in. He quickly lifted his right

twice and

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

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

saw Madam Sharon lift her head and steal a glance in

emotion colors directly, I might’ve been fooled by your act… You should consider working as an actress… Klein lampooned. He didn’t

continued to stay on duty at Chanis