Lord of the Mysteries

The more he thought about how a living person was playing cards with more than ten corpses in a dimly lit room into the night, the more his scalp tingled.

Klein suppressed his instinctive fear and looked at the pale face, the malicious brown eyes, and the man who was about twenty-eight years old that suffused madness. He pretended to be intimidated by the man’s dominance and took a step back. During this time, Kaspars left the room and closed the door.

The man asked in a deep voice, “You’re the one looking for a bodyguard?”

“… Yes.” Klein gulped deliberately.

The man’s strangeness made him feel fear, but it also brought him peace of mind.

The stronger the bodyguard, the safer he would be!

The pale-faced man in the black vest lifted his chin and asked, “Why are you looking for a bodyguard? How much are you willing to pay for this?”

Klein didn’t answer straight away. He thought for nearly twenty seconds before saying, “I’ll tell you the details of the mission first. Give me a price after you assess it. If I can pay for it, or if I have an item of equivalent value, we would have ourselves a deal. Otherwise, I can only give up and look for someone else.”

The fierce-looking man didn’t say a word. Instead, he nodded as a gesture for Klein to recount his story.

Klein deliberately looked at the zombies, treating them as normal card players. Then, he gave the man an inquisitive look saying: “Before I answer, do you want to kick these guys out of the room?”

“There’s no need for that,” the pale-faced man said in a deep voice.

Klein hesitated for a moment, then honestly said, “I offended a big shot who might have a country supporting him.”

The room suddenly turned still and silent. The man, who had a hint of madness and malice in his eyes, froze on the spot as if he had turned into a plaster statue.

After nearly a minute, he slowly said, “This mission is priceless.

“Get out.”

Ah? Klein didn’t manage to react until the man turned and walked back to the card table. Only then did he realize that there was no deal.

You played cards with a bunch of living corpses in the room and presented yourself as a person of high standing and strength. Yet, you were scared off just like that? You’re clearly a little crazy… Klein didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as he added, “The big shot doesn’t have that much freedom in Backlund.”

The man in the black vest ignored him and sat down again. The zombies began to hand out cards, look at their cards, and throw out chips.

of the room only to see Kaspars Kalinin. He had

didn’t come to an arrangement.” Klein threw

as he pondered for a few seconds before saying, “Did he request too high a

mission too difficult.” Klein didn’t hide the

Kaspars frowned.

the scariest person I know. He isn’t even afraid of bullets, and since he thinks the mission is difficult, I don’t think I can help you get in

a pity.” Klein

clenched his right fist

the Storm be

dead… Klein said with a smile as he made the best out

you a fee. Yeah… I’ll come again

he left the Bravehearts Bar feeling slightly melancholic. He didn’t even have the

mission in a way that sounded simpler, Maric would’ve agreed… I just wonder how much money he would ask for… Sigh, it’s not my style to let someone else face the danger for me through deceit… As a Beyonder, if I constantly go against my heart’s true thoughts and

…

Klein didn’t waste any charcoal. He directly went to the bedroom and pulled

for a while and discovered that the possible danger wasn’t something that couldn’t be

purpose is to find Ian Wright. The reason he sent people to deal with me was because he wished to obtain clues to finding Ian from me. If direct interrogation doesn’t work, killing me and channeling my spirit could be considered… If I let him know that I can’t find Ian either, he wouldn’t take the risk to deal with a hired detective when the military’s special department might be monitoring

exposed and causing them to suffer heavy setbacks. If I were the ambassador, I would definitely think about revenge and vent my anger, but it definitely wouldn’t be now, not when the situation is so tense and turbulent… Yes, this is building on the premise that the ambassador has brains, and he isn’t a good-for-nothing who

other words, the crux of the

That would make them find my strength questionable,

suddenly had

the thought of powerful Beyonders around

not… Should I pay close attention to this matter and find an opportunity to silence him? Since he sent someone to kill me, I wouldn’t feel any psychological burden from killing him… Yes, I can consider setting a mission for the Tarot Club. Let’s see if Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man have any solutions… Perhaps, a large sum of money can tempt that “Mr.

He found some paper and a pen

shielded him from prying eyes. He recalled Ian’s appearance and silently read out the divination sentence before leaning back into

entered a dream and saw a dark, small, run-down room in the dreamy world. There was a bunk bed and a floor mat that four people

curled up at the top of the bunk bed, sleeping soundly under

the dream shattered, Klein opened his

in the East Borough and the Backlund Bridge area, but it’s an abnormally huge place. Even if all the police in Backlund are

very careful. He didn’t leave anything with me. Otherwise, I would’ve been

Klein picked up the pen and added a paragraph to each

don’t know Ian Wright’s whereabouts. I haven’t seen him since we found

paper was left on the