Lord of the Mysteries

In the northern part of the Loen Kingdom, the September breeze, that had an additional coldness to it, howled through the cemetery. It was even gloomier and colder than usual.

The cold jolted Klein back to his senses as he muttered with a rueful smile, “It looks like there are still some secrets behind my transmigration…

“But it seems like I’ll only be able to resurrect another two times at most, not any more… And if I were to minced up or completely crushed, who knows if this recovery ability that doesn’t usually appear would even be useful…”

…

After half a minute, Klein buttoned his suit and realized that he was wearing his newest shirt and tuxedo, but they were now covered in soil and dirt.

… Benson and Melissa really have no idea how to save money… The thought popped into his head. He supported his weight on his hand and flipped up into a standing position, realizing that he still had his Clown abilities.

The best elder brother… The best younger brother… The best colleague… Klein looked at his tombstone and read the inscription. He felt his heart wince, seemingly sensing the despondent feelings Melissa and Benson had experienced.

This is probably even more depressing than watching Captain die before my eyes…He sighed and retracted his gaze. He squatted down and closed the coffin lid.

His thoughts were still scattered, but Klein knew that he had to take care of the scene as soon as possible and not let anyone notice.

Resurrection wasn’t something any commoner could accept!

If the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or the Machinery Hivemind learned of this, Klein believed that he wouldn’t have a great ending. Of course, if it was on Earth, he could deceive the people into believing that he was the blessed one of God, the man of salvation, had he consumed the Lawyer or Swindler potions. However, in the world he was in, there was a real god, a real god that could respond to rituals!

He scraped the soil back together and covered it with the stone slab. Klein clapped his hands and stood up once again.

At that moment, the scene didn’t appear strange. He was just like a gentleman who came to offer his condolences late at night. The only oddity was that the person in the photo on the tombstone looked exactly like him.

During the process of filling his grave, his spirituality noticed the existence of Azik’s copper whistle. Hence, he dug it out and wiped it clean.

However, Klein didn’t intend to summon the messenger immediately. He decided to figure out the situation first.

Klein lifted his left hand and saw the topaz pendant that was still wrapped around his wrist.

“I guess this is considered a burial object?” He gave a self-deprecating laugh and took off the pendulum. He looked around, and his face grew solemn. “… Captain should be buried in this cemetery as well, I guess…”

He changed directions twice and finally determined the location of Dunn’s tombstone using the pendulum.

With the moonlight’s aid, Klein walked around and searched for about fifteen minutes until he finally saw Captain’s monochrome photo. It had a gentle expression, high hairline, gray eyes—nothing unusual compared to before.

Under Dunn’s photo was his name, date of birth, date of death, and epitaph.

The true guardian,

The most trusted partner,

The Captain forever.

somehow his sight grew blurry for some baffling reason. He felt as though he had returned to that day again. He saw the Captain turn his head to

“We saved Tingen.”

Klein shouted in

a smile, “Captain, your mental state was definitely not the best that day. You even said things like you could bring Old Neil into the dreamland if he hadn’t lost control. He was a Mystery Pryer, and you’re a Nightmare. You couldn’t consume the Beyonder characteristic that he left behind. Yes… You didn’t ask me what powerful offensive attacks I had. Was it trust, or did you forget about it… But, you definitely guessed something… I only took one Sealed Artifact and said it was

Klein paused, then

just an evil spirit that has clawed its way back from

his cheeks and finally, he shouted softly with a choking voice, “Captain… We

blow past him as he lifted his hands to wipe his tears

took four

with the aid of divination. He wanted to know the

he’s already appeared before me, I’m sure that I can divine some information…Klein pursed

belonged to The Fool. A yellowish-brown goatskin and fountain

physical body in reality was under limited protection, Klein didn’t delay and wrote down his divination statement after

person who killed

and leaned back into the chair. He entered his

there were countless points of light

boots, a pair of slightly pale hands, and the Saint Selena’s urn that was

saw a middle-aged man

of his eyes was obviously blind while the other one was so blue that it was almost black. His facial features were like carvings, and his face had no wrinkles

and Klein woke up from his dream. His eyebrows

he found the person familiar. It was because he had seen the man’s photo on a wanted

the former Archbishop of the Church of the Evernight Goddess who took Sealed Artifact

images flashed through Klein’s head, and they finally stopped on the

Klein extended his hands and rapped the edge of the long bronze

behind a Beyonder characteristic. When gathered together,

“remains”. Of course, one cannot consume beyond their level, as it would easily lead to a loss of control or

accompaniment of some special ritual. That was mentioned in the incomplete Unshadowed

the exchanging of Sequences, he had three choices. One was obviously Sequence 4 in the Death Sequence pathway, second was Sequence 4 in

Sequence 3. Her urn corresponds to one of the two Sequence potions… Ince Zangwill, who was a former Archbishop, definitely knew

get Saint Selena’s ashes and advance to Sequence 4 in

skull of Death’s descendant, that might be an ingredient needed for the special ritual.

of it, his target was the Captain, and not me. He really was the

Klein wrote down a corresponding divination statement. He took his pendulum and let the topaz hang above the

he opened his eyes and saw the

he provided was sufficient, and the divination was

that Ince Zangwill had really plotted the series of events in order to get Saint Selena’s ashes, to advance