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 potion. It’s no wonder Meursault was so good at fighting.

was able to track me

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

pathway is both wielded by the 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

item he’s trying

wrapped himself in

soon as he returned to his room, he immediately checked his surroundings vigilantly, but he didn’t

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

steam locomotive, looking for a telegraph office that was along the

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

how most of the pedestrians in his dream were dressed to

The third spot!

place where the East Borough intersected with the

to infer… Klein mocked himself, walked to the desk, and added another sentence after the previous statement, adding more

seen him since we discovered Zreal’s corpse. However, I learned through my own

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

back to the bed and

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

…

house

with Xio, sat up suddenly and put her hands to her

twisted as if she was a

and constantly tossed about in bed, as though she was resisting the illusory

trickled down her forehead, and veins bulged on the back

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

countless layers of light and shadows seemed

it in anymore as she let

hands stopped covering her ears and resorted to yanking at her

minutes of writhing,

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

the murmurs every full moon don’t have much

half covered the window. Through

because of this…” Fors could no longer

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

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

be able to hear it clearer after advancing to Sequence 8? But I’ve never encountered anyone selling the Trickmaster

…

woke up early from his restless sleep and got out

curtains and