Lord of the Mysteries

So Ince Zangwill has gone to Backlund… I wonder how long he’ll stay there… Yes… I should confirm this every now and then… Klein leaned forward as he thought. He erased the contents on the goatskin and wrote a new divination statement:

“Lanevus’s current location.”

From his point of view, the person that caused the Captain and him to nearly die was undoubtedly Ince Zangwill, but the lunatic Lanevus was definitely an accomplice who cannot shirk from the responsibility. He had to pay the price in blood!

After reciting the statement seven times, Klein once again entered the dream. But the scene that appeared after the foggy world shattered was the same as the one he had seen before!

A wide, slightly murky river, countless piers and buildings. The buildings were primarily in the present Loen architectural style, some a little more Gothic. There were crowded streets, flourishing sights, chimneys that continually spewed smoke. There were opulent castles standing tall with the trademark Gothic clock towers…

Lanevus was also in the “Land of Hope,” the “City of Cities,” Backlund!

Klein opened his eyes, a little confused. He had divined for Lanevus’s specific location, but the results were still a very general, vague region.

This tells me that Lanevus’s Sequence must be much higher than I imagined… No, it could also be that he’s received a large benefit from helping the son of the True Creator descend upon this world. For example, a little godhood characteristics, or some object similar to the placenta left behind by Megose’s baby? Hmm… The latter would most likely have been taken away by Ince Zangwill. Thoughts ran through Klein’s mind as he muttered to himself whilst he made initial assumptions.

After confirming the rough area where both his enemies were, he thought about another problem. He still didn’t have the ability to exact revenge!

Even if Lanevus is only a Sequence 7, or even 8, it wouldn’t be easy to deal with him if he did indeed receive a large benefit. Lanevus is also obviously very crafty, he could outwit and defeat Beyonders more powerful than himself… Ince Zangwill is even more terrifying. He’s a Sequence 4 Demigod, and he wields a powerful Grade 0 Sealed Artifact… Although there were some secrets surrounding my transmigration, it’s clear that I can’t convert those secrets into combat strength. It’s likely that it’s not possible for a very long period of time… The only means that I have are to continue raising my Sequence, or I could collect even more powerful mystical items. I have to use both the methods at the same time…

In between his thoughts, Klein decided to add another divination.

He deliberated on the statement before writing solemnly, “My opportunities of becoming powerful.”

He gently placed the pen on the table and leaned back, then he closed his eyes.

He recited the statement silently and fell into a deep sleep with the help of Cogitation.

In the foggy world, he once again saw the scene that he had previously seen. The river, piers, chimneys, crowds, castles, various machinery, and Gothic clock towers. He had once again seen the capital of the Loen Kingdom, Backlund!

Immediately following that, the scene changed. He saw a magnificent peak piercing through the clouds, and, on it, he saw a majestic, ancient palace. He saw the giant throne carved from stone, adorned with dull gems and gold. He saw a strange vertical pupil formed from countless mysterious symbols.

The scene shattered silently without warning. Klein slowly sat up and tapped on the edge of the table with his fingers.

Backlund contains the opportunities for me to become powerful…

Does the second scene refer to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range, the treasures left behind by the Antigonus family? The strange vertical pupil formed by countless mysterious symbols which the Misfortune Cloth Puppet conveyed to me through the corruption from the Antigonus family’s notebook is the key to beginning all of this…

Many thoughts flashed through his mind. Klein decided that he was in no rush to visit the Hornacis mountain range. Even a Sequence 4 Demigod might not be able to deal with the dangers that resided there.

Klein sighed and made a decision. He enveloped himself with spirituality and stimulated a descent, exiting

he slowly walked out of his hiding spot towards

at the picture and epitaph. Klein slowly drew a crimson moon on his chest and

the routes of the guards, as well its surroundings. He managed to leave the cemetery easily, without causing any alarm. He followed the gravel road into Tingen, using the shade of the trees as

night was peaceful and the moon was ever-so dreamy. Klein walked alone, his thoughts running wild and unbridled. He sometimes considered his plan for revenge, sometimes thinking

like a wandering ghost, making his way past turn after

when he freed himself from that

Opposite him was

had

Melissa might faint from shock… Benson would be so nervous his hair would start to drop. He would then try his best to calmly convince

stared at the familiar door for a while before heading towards Iron Cross

them by the Nighthawks team and the police department will be enough for them to live a stable middle-class life, even if Melissa fails to find

silently for a moment before starting to feel fatigue. But, as someone who was “dead,” he didn’t have any other belongings on him except for the clothes he was

optimistically. Forget it, I shouldn’t contact him for the time being. Perhaps Ince Zangwill is still keeping him under surveillance. I’ll look for him when the time is right… To an old monster who has lived countless lives for thousands of year, he should be able to understand resurrection… At least it’s not too cold tonight. I’ll make do by finding a place to sleep for the time being and head to the Tingen branch of the Backlund Bank tomorrow morning to retrieve the money in the

hadn’t had the time to start on the experiments

buy a newspaper tomorrow to confirm what day it is… Miss Justice and the others didn’t make any new prayers, which means that I didn’t miss a gathering… Klein thought

suddenly woken by someone. He

only had a single chevron on his epaulet, the lowest-ranking police constable… Klein glanced

fiercely, “You

you lazy, jobless vagrants to sleep

terms

so? Klein froze. Given his sensitive identity, he didn’t

grabbed his jacket and

lowered his head and entered the Tingen branch of the Backlund Bank. He took out 200 pounds with the password he had set,

when he wrote

spent 38 pounds on two sets of formal wear, two shirts, two trousers, two pairs of leather boots, two bow ties, four pairs of socks, as well as two thick double-breasted jackets,

directly to the train station in Tingen in order to avoid meeting anyone familiar. Along the way, he purchased a newspaper and discovered

train. A luxurious first-class seat cost about three-quarters of a pound, or 15

poorly-maintained third-class seats were rather cheap

buying a seat for the two o’clock train, a second-class

to sit in the waiting area with his ticket and luggage in hand. It was only slightly

happy that the Loen Kingdom didn’t have a strict census. He could prove his identity just by using the water and gas bills, as well as his

empty feeling in his heart as he was sitting there, thinking about how he was about to leave for Backlund from

his sister who always gave him a motherly vibe. He thought about his brother who liked to crack

for he thought about the tortoise that Melissa called a “puppet,” as

a strong urge. He wanted to see his

hadn’t picked an earlier train but instead bought a ticket for the two

carried his luggage and left the waiting area quickly, taking a rented carriage back