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.

long afterwards, he exited the

opening the oriel window to let in the cold night wind to disperse the smell of the Amantha extract and Eye of the Spirit

returned to the balcony, locked the door from

then held his hand to his chest and bowed towards the three

and leaped, nimbly flipping out of the oriel window. He stood firmly, tiptoeing in

used a tarot card to hold its bottom. With his

the tarot card, and the vertical latch suddenly stopped in place and didn’t fall

Whoosh!

the unlatched half of the window, then he jumped over to the window with a latch. His right hand jerked inward, closing the

of the action was so quick that the latch didn’t fall down until there was

difficult to eliminate rang out, like a strong wind slamming onto the

the bedroom were about to awaken.

pose any danger. It was just that he couldn’t maintain his

Rose Street, but he didn’t directly take a rental carriage

few corners and headed to the neighboring East

a cold night, and the wind sent a biting chill right into his bones. Klein shivered and decided that he would need an additional sweater

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

distance, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the dark clouds hadn’t covered the crimson moon, Klein

of eyes appear in the deep darkness in front of him. They came stooping from a

sauntered over from a vague distance away, in

his Requiem Charm and tarot cards, and he quickly activated his

colored auras and saw the faces of the

normal living people with numbed expressions, vacant eyes, and weak

the streets… Confused, Klein warily leaned to one side, passing the group on the sidewalk, but soon, he came across

was about to move forward to inquire, he suddenly

All of you get

“You sons of bitches!

aren’t for people like you

“Poor Law” popped up in his mind, and

the

headed for his one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in

slept for two hours. After recovering some of his spirituality, he went out again and

location of

of Zreal’s

…

a long time with the help of the short yellowish-brown hair until he

gradually built up an advanced sewer system in the

held his breath and climbed down the vertical metal

of pockets. He hadn’t brought Quelaag’s Oil which