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.

afterwards, he exited the mediumship and felt his head

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

returned to the balcony, locked the door from the inside, and wiped off

then held his hand to his chest and

out of the oriel window. He

tarot card to hold its bottom. With his Clown abilities, he

card, and the vertical

Whoosh!

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

latch didn’t fall

out, like a strong

were about to awaken. Without further ado, he

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

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

corners and headed

his bones. Klein shivered and decided that he would need an additional sweater for his future missions. He decided to buy charcoal on one of the following

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

seen in the distance, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the dark clouds hadn’t covered

appear in the deep darkness in front of him.

a

sudden halt. He reached out for his Requiem Charm

saw the unhealthy and weak colored auras and saw the faces of the

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

passing the group on the sidewalk, but soon, he came across a

and just as he was about to move forward to inquire, he

up! All of

“You sons of bitches!

streets and parks aren’t for people like you

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

the same

the pace, and headed for his one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in

recovering some of his spirituality, he went out again and broke a withered branch to serve as a

location of Zreal’s

location of Zreal’s

…

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

the Loen Kingdom gradually built up an advanced sewer

way, Klein held his breath and climbed down

clothes weren’t specially made, he was 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 regretful for not