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 mediumship and felt his

materials and the short yellowish-brown hair before opening the oriel window to let in the cold night wind to disperse the

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

Zreal’s bedroom returned to its original state, he then held his hand to his chest and bowed towards

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

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

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

Whoosh!

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

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

sound that was difficult to eliminate rang out, like

men in the bedroom were about

wouldn’t pose any danger. It was just that he

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

and headed to the

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 days and

Backlund’s East Borough despite not having a map. He had completely relied on

a few gas lamps to be seen in the distance, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the dark clouds hadn’t covered the crimson moon,

of eyes appear in the

a vague

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

and weak colored auras and

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

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

he was about to move forward to inquire, he

up! All of you

“You sons of bitches!

and parks aren’t for people like you

term “Poor Law” popped up in his mind, and he understood what was

experienced the same thing

headed for his one-bedroom house on

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

of Zreal’s

location of Zreal’s

…

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

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

way, Klein held his breath and climbed down the

pockets. He hadn’t brought Quelaag’s Oil which he had learned about from Frye. Klein felt especially regretful for not having brought