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.”

…

turned into countless specks of light. 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 wonder Meursault was so good at fighting. He even used a blowpipe

he was able to track

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 to be a Sequence 8. He underestimated me.

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…

he’s

Klein wrapped himself in

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

confident that he would be able to convene the members of the Tarot Club

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

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

were dressed to determined their socioeconomic

The third spot!

place where the East Borough intersected

Klein mocked himself, walked to the desk,

corpse. However, I learned through my own

finished writing, Klein 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

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

curtains, the crimson moon peeked out from the layers of clouds, shining brightly

…

house at Hillston

who didn’t sleep with Xio, sat up suddenly and put

twisted as if she

against her ears and constantly tossed about in bed, as though

forehead, and veins bulged on the back of her

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

depths of those pupils, countless layers of light and

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

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

of writhing, she finally

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

her that the murmurs every full moon don’t have much

difficulty, Fors sat up and looked at the curtain that half covered the

worse each and every time. Will I lose control the next time because of this…”

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

had tried some ritualistic magic, but it hadn’t changed the fact that

buried clueless… P-perhaps, I might be able to hear it clearer after advancing to Sequence 8? But I’ve never encountered anyone selling the Trickmaster potion formula.” Fors looked out

…

up early from his restless sleep and got

draw the curtains and open the