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.

looked in stunned silence and somehow his sight grew blurry for some baffling reason. He felt as though he had returned to

“We saved Tingen.”

shouted in

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

Klein paused, then he shook his

am now. Maybe I’m just an evil spirit that has clawed its way back

His tears streamed down his cheeks and finally, he shouted softly

lifted his hands to wipe his

He took four steps counterclockwise and entered the world above the

of divination. He wanted to know the murderer who triggered all of

he’s already appeared before me, I’m sure that I can divine some information…Klein pursed his lips tightly together and saw the lofty palace and ancient mottled table as

to The Fool. A

in reality was under limited protection, Klein didn’t delay

person who

recited it seven times and leaned back into the chair. He entered his dream with the aid of

blurry world, there were countless points of light dancing and gathering. In the end, they formed a

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

saw a

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

shattered and Klein woke up from his dream. His eyebrows were tightly knitted. He found his murderer

familiar. It was

the Evernight Goddess who

images flashed through Klein’s head, and they finally stopped on the scene when Ince Zangwill

and rapped the edge of the

that dies normally would leave behind a Beyonder characteristic. When gathered together, they’re equivalent to a potion that lacks the supplementary

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

was mentioned in the incomplete Unshadowed formula… The subsequent advancements would require a

three

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

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

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

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

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

recited the statement, he opened his eyes and

provided

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