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 been waiting outside with his brandy

didn’t come to an arrangement.” Klein threw up

of surprise as he pondered for a few seconds before saying, “Did

the mission too difficult.” Klein didn’t hide the

Kaspars frowned.

bullets, and since he thinks the mission is difficult, I don’t think I can help you get in

pity.”

clenched his right fist and struck

the Storm

Klein said with a smile as he made the

for me. I’ll pay you a fee. Yeah… I’ll

receiving a positive answer, he left the Bravehearts Bar feeling slightly melancholic. He didn’t even

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

…

waste any charcoal. He directly went to the bedroom and pulled the curtain to isolate the room

back, he carefully thought for a while and discovered that

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

their operation to be 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,

words, the crux of the problem is

after his failure? That would make them find my strength questionable, and use them to retaliate against me… This can be done easily with an offhand remark with no difficulty involved. I

analyzed his situation and suddenly had the urge to kill

the thought of powerful Beyonders

messenger can accept my delegations without Mr. Azik’s permission… Probably 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. A” or some other powerful Beyonders… Klein suddenly had an

calmed down a lot. He found some paper and a pen and wrote the divination statement: “Ian

that there were no hidden Beyonders in the room, Klein looked at the curtain that shielded him from prying eyes. He recalled Ian’s appearance and silently read out the divination sentence before leaning back into his

the dreamy world. There was a bunk bed and a floor mat

the bunk bed,

opened

like that only exist in the East Borough and the Backlund Bridge area, but it’s an abnormally huge place. Even if all the police in Backlund are deployed, they still wouldn’t be able

anything with me. Otherwise, I would’ve been able to find him

of consideration, Klein picked up the pen and added a

don’t know Ian Wright’s whereabouts. I haven’t seen

left on the desk with a