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.”

…

Klein looked down at the crimson Beyonder characteristic in his hand and said to himself silently, So it’s the Hunter potion. It’s no

how he was able to track

He didn’t put his advantages to use… This is partly because he didn’t know that I’m also a Beyonder, one that

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

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

Klein wrapped himself in his spirituality and began the

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

bit more confident that he would be

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

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

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

The third spot!

where the East Borough intersected with

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

Zreal’s corpse. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian

didn’t fold the piece of paper and put it away. Nor did he burn it with his spirituality. Instead, he allowed it to remain spread out on the

back to the bed

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

…

house at Hillston

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

extremely twisted as if

in bed, as

down her forehead, and veins bulged on the back of her

Her originally teasing and languid pale blue eyes were

layers of

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

stopped covering her ears and resorted to yanking at her hair, as though she was going to fight

few minutes of writhing, she

her hands, looked at the handful of slightly curled

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

covered the window. Through it, she

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

through the spiritual world, but it no longer resulted in the disappearance

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

be buried clueless… P-perhaps, I might be able to hear it clearer after advancing to Sequence 8? But I’ve never

…

woke up early from his restless

went to his desk and began to draw the curtains and open the window to let