Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 224: Metaphysics-styled Detective

The dim room was covered in a thin veil of crimson moonlight, and everything was indistinct.

The three men in the black coats were sleeping in different spots. And on the sofa, Klein’s eyes half-blended into the darkness by closing them, it was as if he had entered a deep slumber.

His dream was a gray, distorted world, occasionally flashing with brilliance.

Finally, the brilliance settled to form a scene.

It was a gloomy corner, the ground sloshed with sewage. A man with short brown hair, a white shirt, and a brown vest was leaning against the wall, surrounded by a dense mischief of gray rats.

Half of the man’s lips had been bitten off, revealing his yellowish teeth and rotten gums. His nose was only stained with blood, mixed with some short hairs, and the flesh on his face had disappeared, piece by piece, revealing white bone. White, fat maggots were crawling around everywhere, constantly squirming, and his throat seemed to have been the victim of some wild beast; at least half of it was missing.

Klein could just barely make out that this was Zreal Viktor Lee. It was nearly impossible to relate him to the mature and handsome man in the black-and-white photograph he had taken with Ian.

Zreal is already dead. In a few days, he would probably be gnawed to the point where he would only be bone. He might not even have a complete skeleton left…Klein left the dream and recalled what he had just seen.

His past experiences had allowed him to witness similar corpses more calmly.

Looking out of the window at the crimson moon, Klein thought for more than ten seconds and decided to try communicating with the soul of the man in black next to the sofa.

During the last few days of preparations, he had concocted a bottle of Amantha extract and Eye of the Spirit medication. As for Serenity Agent, Klein had no need for it. He was personally capable of invading the dreams of others and forcefully communicating with their souls while maintaining calm and rationale.

After setting up a simple altar and letting the quiet and tranquil fragrance waft out to create a half-dreaming state, Klein prayed to himself, “The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era.”

Following that, he entered the world above the gray fog and used more than two-thirds of his spirituality to give a response.

When I advance to Sequence 7, such prayers should also allow me to use a little of the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog, just like my summoning and bestowment rituals… Looking around, Klein made a rough judgment and quickly returned to the real world.

He passed through what seemed like a starry sky and a chaotic storm of thoughts, entering the mental plane of the target. There, he saw the man’s illusory figure floating in midair.

“Who sent you to Zreal’s home?” Klein looked at him and asked in a deep voice.

The man replied in a daze, his illusory eyes vacant, “Meursault. Meursault sent me to wait for the boy named Ian.”

The light in his spiritual world changed, revealing a lean, capable-looking, dark-skinned man. He was none other than the leader of the group who was chasing Ian on the steam train.

As expected, it’s him… Klein, who had exhausted so much of his spirituality in responding to the prayer, was beginning to feel exhausted. He hurriedly asked, “Who ordered Meursault?”

“No idea… He’s an ‘executioner’ of our Zmanger gang. No one can order him other than the boss,” the man said, blankly.

Zmanger… The word “warrior” in the language of the highlanders… Klein, a pseudo-historian but a true mysticism scholar, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and his body involuntarily flew out of the storm of thoughts.

he exited the

and the short yellowish-brown hair before opening the oriel window to let in the cold night wind to disperse the smell of the Amantha extract

the balcony, locked the door from the inside,

state, he then held his hand to his

out of the oriel window. He stood firmly, tiptoeing in

and used a tarot card to hold its bottom. With his Clown

few seconds, Klein slowly pulled back the tarot card, and

Whoosh!

of the window, then he jumped over to the window with a latch. His

was so quick that the latch didn’t fall down until there was a vibration, accurately inserting

rang out, like a strong

in the bedroom were about to awaken. Without further ado, he jumped onto the

the height from the second floor wouldn’t pose any danger. It was just that he couldn’t maintain his silence when he landed, so

but he didn’t directly take a rental carriage back to

corners and headed to

his bones. Klein shivered and decided that he would need an additional sweater

period of time, he entered Backlund’s East Borough despite not having a map.

it wasn’t for the fact that the dark clouds hadn’t covered the crimson

walking, he suddenly saw pairs of eyes appear in the deep darkness in front of him. They came

sauntered over from a vague

a sudden halt. He reached out for his Requiem Charm

the unhealthy and weak colored auras

numbed expressions, vacant

leaned to one side, passing the group on the sidewalk, but soon,

just as he was about to move forward to inquire, he suddenly heard a shout

All of you

“You sons of bitches!

for people like you to sleep

was startled, then the corresponding term “Poor Law” popped up in his mind, and he

had experienced the same

and headed for his one-bedroom house on Black

his spirituality, he went out again and broke a withered branch to serve as a “dowsing

location of

of Zreal’s

…

with the help of the short yellowish-brown hair until he arrived at a corner of East Borough where there was

gradually built up an advanced sewer system in the capital

out the way, Klein held his

to bring too many items due of the lack of pockets. He hadn’t brought Quelaag’s