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.”

…

and said to himself silently, So it’s the Hunter

how he was able to track me

set any traps ahead of time or use any weapons. He didn’t put his advantages to use… This is partly because he didn’t know that I’m also a Beyonder, one that happens

well as the secret organization, the Iron and Blood Cross Order, which appeared in the past two to three centuries. Taking into account his attire, that ambassador’s identity can essentially be confirmed… a high-ranking diplomat of the Intis Republic, an ambassador

what that important item he’s trying to get his hands

wrapped himself in his spirituality and began the rapid

soon as he returned to his room, he immediately checked his

more confident that he would be able to convene the members of the Tarot Club on time tomorrow

Backlund that he had bought on the steam locomotive, looking for a telegraph office that was along

Klein quickly identified three targets: one in West Borough, one in St.

pedestrians in his dream were dressed to determined their socioeconomic

The third spot!

Borough intersected with the Backlund

himself, walked to the desk, and added another sentence after the previous statement, adding more to the contents written on the piece of

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

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

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

closed curtains, the crimson moon peeked out from the layers of

…

house at Hillston

who didn’t sleep with Xio, sat up suddenly and put her

was extremely twisted

tossed about in bed, as though she was resisting

down her forehead, and veins bulged on

tensed up or rolled. Her originally teasing and languid pale blue

countless layers of light and shadows seemed to

finally couldn’t hold it in anymore as she let out a low tragic

at her hair, as though she was going

a few minutes of writhing, she

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

murmurs every full moon don’t have much of

sat up and looked at the curtain that half covered the window. Through it, she

of this…” Fors could no longer suppress the weakness that

bracelet that allowed people to teleport through the spiritual world, but it no

tried to take sedatives, had tried chanting the name of the God of Steam and Machinery, had tried some ritualistic magic, but it hadn’t changed the fact that she was gradually

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 daze

…

from his restless

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