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

no wonder how he was able

doesn’t seem to fully understand the essence of being 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 I’m also a Beyonder, one that happens

family, as well as the secret organization, the Iron and Blood Cross Order, which appeared in the past two to three centuries. Taking into

he’s trying

mind churned, Klein wrapped himself in

room, he immediately checked his surroundings vigilantly, but

a silent breath. He felt a bit more confident that he would be able to convene

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

in West Borough, one in St. George Borough, and one at the junction of East Borough and the Backlund

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

The third spot!

where the East Borough

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

Ian is. I haven’t 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

and put it away. Nor did he burn it with his spirituality. Instead, he allowed it to remain spread out on the

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

out from the

…

a house at Hillston

with Xio, sat up suddenly

was extremely twisted as if

in bed, as

trickled down her forehead, and veins

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

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

Fors finally couldn’t hold it in anymore as she let

covering her ears and resorted to yanking at her hair,

of writhing,

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

Xio, telling her that the murmurs every full moon don’t have much of a negative effect on me… At least losing hair is a

half covered the window. Through it, she could see the dreamy crimson moon

every time. Will I lose control the next time because of this…” Fors could no longer suppress the weakness that she had buried deep in

to teleport through the spiritual

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

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 never encountered

…

up early from his restless sleep and got out of

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