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.”

…

in his hand and said to himself silently, So it’s the Hunter potion. It’s no wonder Meursault was so good at fighting. He

he was able to track

didn’t 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

rulers, the Einhorn family, as 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…

wonder what that important item he’s trying to get

in his spirituality and began

checked his surroundings vigilantly, but he didn’t notice

breath. He felt a bit more confident that he would

on the steam locomotive, looking for a telegraph office that

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

recalled how most of the pedestrians in his dream were dressed to determined their socioeconomic

The third spot!

where the East Borough

the desk, and added another sentence after the previous statement, adding more to the

I learned

did he burn it with his spirituality. Instead, he allowed it to remain spread out on the desk, freely revealing its

back to the bed and took off his clothes to

the tightly closed curtains, the crimson moon peeked out from

…

house

sat up

face was extremely twisted as if she

pressed against her ears and constantly tossed about in bed, as though she was resisting the

trickled down her forehead, and veins bulged on

teasing and languid pale blue eyes were

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

couldn’t hold it in anymore

hands stopped covering her ears and resorted to yanking at her

minutes of writhing, she

the handful of slightly curled

don’t have much of a negative effect on me… At least losing

and looked at the curtain that half covered the window. Through

control the next time because of this…” Fors could no

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

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 murmurs are saying… I wish to die in the know, and not be buried clueless… P-perhaps, I might be able to hear it clearer after advancing to Sequence 8? But I’ve

…

Klein woke up early from his

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