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.

the mediumship and felt

no hurry to leave. He methodically packed up the materials 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

to the balcony, locked the door from

returned to its original state, he then held his hand to his chest and bowed towards the three men who

put on his gloves and leaped, nimbly flipping out

hold its bottom. With his Clown abilities, he took in the details

slowly pulled back the tarot card, and the vertical latch suddenly stopped in place and

Whoosh!

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

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

like a strong wind slamming onto the surface of

about to awaken.

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

vicinity, as well as Rose Street, but he didn’t directly take

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

of time, he entered Backlund’s East Borough despite not having a map. He had completely relied on

the fact that the

saw pairs of eyes appear in the deep darkness in front of him. They came stooping

sauntered over from a vague distance away,

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

weak colored auras and

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

still walking on the streets… Confused, Klein warily leaned to one side, passing the group on

about to move forward to

All of you

“You sons of bitches!

parks aren’t for people like you

the corresponding term “Poor Law” popped up in his mind, and he understood

had experienced the

his one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in the East

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

of Zreal’s

location of

…

yellowish-brown hair until he arrived at a corner of East Borough

the great plague, the Loen Kingdom gradually built up an advanced sewer system

cover out the way, Klein held his breath and climbed

the lack of pockets. He hadn’t brought Quelaag’s Oil which he had learned