Lord of the Mysteries

It was the same dream divination, but this time Klein saw more.

The first scene was still the small, dark, squalid room with Ian Wright sleeping soundly on a bunk bed.

The second scene was the same sewer they had both gone to. Ian squatted in front of Zreal’s mutilated body, reached out with his hand to rub the two rows of white teeth, and removed one of them.

The third scene was a busy and noisy street. The passersby were all dressed in plain clothes, some of which that could be described as old and tattered.

In the middle of the street, there were gardens and lawns, surrounded by low chimneys that were puffing out smoke. Ian, in his old overcoat and round hat, warily watched as he entered the telegraph office not far from the center of the street. Diagonally across it was the mall entrance to the steam metro.

The image quickly turned transparent. Klein opened his eyes, tapped his index finger on the edge of the long bronze table and made a preliminary judgment.

From that tooth and the telegram, it seems that Zreal and Ian aren’t just a detective duo that found themselves involved in a dangerous situation. They have an organization behind them!

I should be able to determine where the third scene is…

Klein was in no hurry to deeply analyze it, as he didn’t want to stay too long above the fog.

Leaving the high back chair belonging to The Fool, he went to a corner, rummaged through the paper bag that he had been placed there previously, and found Meursault’s Beyonder characteristic.

Holding the crimson, jelly-like object, Klein sat down again and wrote a new divination statement: “The corresponding potion name.”

As he silently recited the statement, he held onto the Beyonder characteristic with one hand and the piece of paper with the divination statement in the other. With the help of Cogitation, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the gray, dreamy dream, the ambassador who was dressed to the nines, appeared again before Klein with his thin, stubbly face.

Holding a bottle of crimson liquid, he said to Meursault, “Drink it, drink this Hunter potion, and you’ll rule the Zmanger gang. Of course, money is also indispensable, as Emperor Roselle once said—a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other.”

“Hunter? Backlund is a huge metropolitan city…” Meursault frowned and asked curiously.

To someone illiterate like him, hunters were associated with the wilderness and animals.

The middle-aged ambassador chuckled and said, “The biggest city is the largest dark forest.

“Here, everyone has two identities. One, the prey, and the other, the hunter.

“Even the weakest hunter is a hunter. It’s possible for them to harm stronger prey.

“Go, join this magnificent hunt.”

…

shattered and turned into countless specks of light. Klein looked down at the crimson Beyonder characteristic in his hand and said to himself silently, So it’s the Hunter potion. It’s no

wonder how he was able to track

put his advantages to use… This is partly because he didn’t know that I’m also a Beyonder, one that happens to be a Sequence 8. He underestimated me. It’s also evident that he only recently consumed the

as well as the secret organization, the Iron and Blood Cross Order, which appeared in

wonder what that important item he’s trying

churned, Klein wrapped himself in his spirituality

he returned to his room, he immediately checked his surroundings vigilantly, but he didn’t notice any

confident that he would be able

bought on the steam locomotive, looking for a telegraph office

subway lines in Backlund, so Klein quickly identified three targets: one in West

dream were dressed to determined their socioeconomic statuses and arrived at

The third spot!

the East Borough intersected with

practical knowledge and the ability to infer… Klein mocked himself, walked to the desk, and added another sentence after

since we discovered Zreal’s corpse. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian Wright had appeared at the telegraph

it away. Nor did he burn it with his spirituality. Instead, he allowed it to remain

it a deep look, Klein went back to the bed and took off his clothes

closed curtains, the crimson moon peeked out from the layers

…

a house

Xio, sat up suddenly and

twisted

pressed against her ears and constantly tossed about in bed,

veins bulged

Her originally teasing and languid pale blue eyes

the depths of those pupils, countless layers of light and shadows

hold it in anymore as she let out

at her hair, as though she was going to fight pain

of writhing,

hands, looked at the handful of slightly curled brown hair, and weakly

have much of a negative effect on

and looked at the curtain that half covered the window. Through it, she could see the dreamy crimson moon

next time because of this…” Fors could no longer suppress the weakness that she

separate herself from the bracelet that allowed people to teleport through the spiritual world, but it no longer resulted in the disappearance of the murmurs during a full

name of the God of Steam and Machinery, had tried some ritualistic magic, but it hadn’t changed the

not be buried clueless… P-perhaps, I might be able to hear it clearer after advancing to Sequence 8? But I’ve never encountered anyone selling the Trickmaster potion formula.” Fors looked out the window in a

…

Monday morning, Klein woke up early from his restless sleep and got out of

to draw the curtains and open the window to let the light