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.

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

returned to the material world, he slowly walked out of his hiding spot towards

drew a crimson moon on his chest and walked

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

his plan for revenge, sometimes thinking back to the times he spent with the Captain, sometimes recalling Old Neil’s hidden

street like a

himself from that state and regained complete control of

on Daffodil Street. Opposite him was the house he shared with his

Klein had

let out a bitter smile and muttered with a self-deprecating tone, “If I went up and knocked on the door, Melissa might faint from shock… Benson would be so nervous his hair would start to drop.

head, Klein stared at the familiar door

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

was “dead,” he didn’t have any other belongings on him except for the clothes he was wearing, his topaz pendulum, and Azik’s copper

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

Klein hadn’t had the time to start on the experiments involving the sacrificial ritual. He hadn’t

a while. I’ll 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 as he found a spot that had no wind. He sat down and took off his jacket.

wasn’t long into his sleep when he was suddenly woken by

chevron on his epaulet, the lowest-ranking police constable… Klein glanced at him to

said fiercely, “You can’t

aren’t for you

the terms in the

sensitive identity, he didn’t

grabbed his jacket and continued walking until

entered the Tingen branch of the Backlund Bank. He took out 200 pounds with the password

“prayers” when he wrote the password in ancient

two trousers, two pairs of leather boots, two bow ties, four pairs of socks, as well as two thick double-breasted jackets, two solid colored fur coats, and two pairs of thick trousers in preparation for the winter. He also bought a

in. He rented a private carriage directly to the train station in Tingen in order to avoid meeting anyone familiar.

took about four hours to get from Tingen to Backlund by train. A luxurious first-class seat cost about three-quarters of a pound, or

were

thought for a moment before buying a seat for the two

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

the water and gas bills, as well as his rent for the past three months. Purchasing a

his heart as he was sitting there, thinking about how he was about to leave for Backlund

motherly vibe. He thought about his brother who liked to crack cold jokes. He thought about how they would fill their stomachs

suddenly laughed. He laughed bitterly, for he thought about the tortoise that Melissa called a “puppet,” as well as Benson’s pitiful

had a strong urge. He wanted to

this moment, Klein suddenly realized why he hadn’t picked an earlier

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