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 mediumship and felt his

was in no hurry to leave. He methodically packed up the materials and the short yellowish-brown hair before opening the oriel window

the door from the

he then held his hand to his chest and bowed towards the three men who were still

his back, Klein put on his gloves and leaped, nimbly flipping out of the

raised the open window’s vertical latch and used a tarot card to hold its bottom. With his Clown

seconds, Klein slowly pulled back the tarot card, and the vertical latch suddenly

Whoosh!

unlatched half of the window, then he jumped over to the window with

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

out, like a strong wind slamming onto the surface

about to awaken. Without further ado, he jumped onto

from the second floor wouldn’t pose any danger. It was just that

as well as Rose Street, but he didn’t

and headed

sent a biting chill right into his bones. Klein shivered and decided that he would need an additional sweater for his future missions. He decided to buy charcoal on one

time, he entered Backlund’s East Borough despite not

distance, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the dark clouds hadn’t covered the crimson moon, Klein believed that many parts of the road

he suddenly saw pairs of eyes appear in the deep darkness in front of him.

from a vague distance

sudden halt. He reached out for his Requiem Charm and tarot cards, and he quickly activated his

unhealthy and weak colored auras

living people with numbed expressions, vacant eyes, and weak movements. There

on the sidewalk, but soon, he came across a

as he was about to move forward

All of

“You sons of bitches!

and parks aren’t for people like you to sleep

term “Poor Law” popped up in

experienced the

for his one-bedroom house on

slept for two hours. After recovering some of his spirituality, he went out again and broke a withered branch to

of

location of Zreal’s

…

yellowish-brown hair until he arrived at a corner of

sewer system in the capital and, in one fell

the way, Klein held his breath and climbed down

unable to bring too many items due of the lack of pockets. He hadn’t brought Quelaag’s Oil which he had learned about from Frye. Klein felt especially