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.”

…

to himself silently, So it’s the Hunter potion. It’s no wonder Meursault was

how he was able to

a Hunter. He didn’t 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

former Intis royal family, the Sauron family, and the Feysac Empire’s 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… a high-ranking diplomat of the Intis Republic,

important item he’s trying to get

his mind churned, Klein wrapped himself in

immediately checked his surroundings vigilantly, but he didn’t notice

Klein let out a silent breath. He felt a bit more confident that he would be able to convene the members of the Tarot Club on time tomorrow

locomotive, looking for a telegraph office that was along the subway line,

quickly identified three targets: one in West Borough, one in St. George Borough, and one at the junction of East Borough and the

dream were dressed to determined their socioeconomic statuses and arrived at the

The third spot!

the East Borough

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

However, I learned through

writing, Klein didn’t fold the piece of paper and put it away. Nor did he burn it with

look, Klein went back to the bed

peeked out from the layers of

…

a house

Xio, sat up suddenly and put her hands to her

face was extremely twisted as

her ears and constantly tossed about in bed, as though she was

and veins bulged on the back of her

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

countless layers of light and shadows

anymore as she let out

resorted to yanking at her hair, as though she

of writhing, she finally

released her hands, looked at the handful of slightly curled

to Xio, telling her that the murmurs every full moon don’t have much of a negative effect

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

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

that allowed people to teleport through the spiritual world, but it no longer resulted in the disappearance of the

tried to take sedatives, had tried chanting the name of the God of Steam and Machinery, had

able to hear it clearer after advancing to Sequence 8? But I’ve never encountered anyone selling the Trickmaster potion formula.” Fors

…

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

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